I Wish This Is All Just A Dream

You see, my uncle passed away yesterday. The day before, Friday, my father called me and we talked about some stuffs. At that time, he told me that our driver, which is more like an uncle to me, is hospitalized. I was shock and really sad. Right after we hanged up, I started to cry. I am not sure what happened but my chest feel so god damn thigh.

Yesterday, when I was in school, I called my nanny. After all, she's my uncle's wive. When I called her, I heard her crying in the other side. Since I can't stop my tears, I rushed to an empty class room and start crying as well. My nanny is my 2nd ma. She's always there when I need her.

We talked a little. Only a little since she has to take care of her husband. But at that time, she asked me to forgive her husband mistake if he has any. When I heard that, I cried even more. Because for me, he never made any mistake. I'm the one who made lots of mistake.

Later on that day, around 3 p.m., I was in the science lab with my teacher and some of my friends. We were the for the preparation of the open house. At that time, my father called. When I saw his name in the caller ID, I have a bad feeling. A real bad one. I am not sure how, but I knew that something is wrong. And I was right.

He's gone.

I'll never be able to see him ever again.


Today, I got a 6 o'clock flight to Makassar. I was sleeping through most of the flight. When I woke up, I kinda played with a baby next to me. I laugh and laugh. But when the plan landed, I stopped laughing. I finally remember why am I here. I could hardly hold my tears. But since I wear a hat, glasses, and I have a pretty long bangs, none realize that I cried.

As absurd as possible, I wish when I woke up tomorrow morning, it turns out that everything is just a dream. That he's not dead. That I came here only for vacation.

I'm Begging You

Jakarta, 25/02/2012 10:09 PM

Dear Lord,
I knew that you already know that I only have a little faith in you. But today, please allow me to ask you to do somethings. Please put him in heaven. Please protect his family. Please fill their live with joy and happiness. Please give them the strength to get through all of these. Please give them the courage to accept what's just happened.
I do realize that I have no right to ask for those things. But please. He's like a father and a brother for me. He's been helping me all these times. I would never be me if it's not because of him. I knew that there's nobody perfect in this world. I won't deny it. But without him, my live would be even more unperfect.
If I could still ask you, please give me the chance to talk to him for the one last time. Even it's only in a dream. I haven't ask for his forgiveness upon all the mistakes that I've done to him.
His daughter is probably way too young to understand this. Please give her the strength and courage to support her mother. And once she's grow up, please leave some of the memories of her father. Please don't make her forget all about him.

I'm begging you Lord,




_NZmrc_

This Feeling That I've Just Realize

"When two best friend talk, people tend to think that they talk in code."
That's what my friend Mikka told me.

My brother, Sylph, has just arrived from Jakarta. I can't say that I didn't miss him when he was away in his small trip. Anyway, I'm pretty glad that he's back now.

While we were having dinner, my ma called. Since I didn't have the chance to meet her personally in Jakarta, I talk to her cheerfully. Everything is okay, UNTIL he talked to her. And that time, I realized that I could understand nothing about what they were talking about.

And now that I realized that, it only make me feel even more lonelier than when he was away. Knowing that he could talk to her like two best friend in their own world really hurt me. Because I do realize that the world they're in at that time is the place where I could never ever get in.


Pathetic huh? Getting jealous to your own brother just because he's closer to your parents. But hey, that's the truth. It's sucks. Unable to understand them, to talk to them like the way he talked to them is really hurting me.

Sometimes I wish that... that he never exist. But if it's really do happen, I can't imagine how my parents gonna be. After all, he's always their favorite.

I'm Scared

There was a storm earlier today. The wind blowing really hard and the rain start wetting everything that it touch. Everyone look so damn uncomfortable. But me? I somehow feel comfortable. I kinda feel like this is the place where I belong. That fact kinda shock me. Am I really that different? Somehow, I feel save at the storm. The sound of the wind that banging the window as well as the door. The wetness is calming me. I am not sure why I could feel save. I mean the atmosphere is heavier, but somehow, it lifts my spirit. Weird, huh?

When the storm has finally stopped, I feel empty and insecure. I hate it. I know that most of the people feel more comfortable when the storm ends. But not me. I feel lonely when the storm ends.

One Day is All I Need

Okay, let me make a confession. I skip the school today.

I told my brother that I didn't feel really good. Well, I am not lying. I do have a little headache, a bit cough, and lots of snot. Like I've said before, I wouldn't lie to my brother. And I did not. I just blow it up a bit.

What surprised me, he kinda call our parents. I was surprised cuz usually he won't bother the,. He'll just do me a favor and text my teacher for me. So, it turns out that, MAYBE he's a bit concerned and decided to make a call.

So, yeah. My ma called and ask me. In the calm yet concerned tone. Since I already have a cough, I didn't really have to fake anything. Not long after my ma called, it's my dad's turn. And believe it or not, he sound a lot more concerned (and a bit panicked) than my ma. Maybe that's because he's not sure what he gotta do when his children are sick and he's not there? I am not sure. But I do realize that he sound like that cuz he loves us. It doesn't mean that our ma doesn't love us. She just knew that we could handle it, so she didn't make too many fuss.


Weird parents huh?

Anyway, I kinda glad that I miss school today. Cuz I realized that, there are lots pf people that cared about me. Including my brother, whether he want to admit it or not! ;3

I Don't Need a Brother Like You

Yes. I am a liar. But I am not gonna lie to you. You are my brother, Sylph. What's the point for me to lie to you? You're one of the few that I still have. One of the few that trusted me. Or at least used to trust me.

I always knew that I am far from perfect as well as good. I do realize that I don't have much people to talk to. Which is why I keep those who I have near my heart. I should have known that doing such a thing is dangerous for someone like me. I though it was save since I already know you since the day I was born.
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But maybe I am just too naive.

Don't you get it? I might be a liar, but I am not going to lie to you.

Sweet Torture

Yes. I am mentally tortured by all my ass in school. But just like a wise ass guy said, "Every cloud has a silver lining".

Maybe, they're probably right. I mean, as stupid as I might sound, I enjoy being drowned in my assignments. Well, it's not like I'm a straight-A-student. To be honest, I didn't like most of the tasks. But doing those stuffs, drowned in them, often makes me forget about how lonely I am right now. Pathetic huh?

I know that I sound like a middle aged guy who just broke up. But hey, that's the truth. Working makes m stay away from things that I don't wanna think about. Just like writing.

Unfortunately, writing need something a bit more... uh... I'm not sure how to say it, crucial things? I mean, I do realize that I could express my self better with writing, but if I just write without having any idea what would happened next, that'll be totally useless because I'll drop that project in no time. And once I drop the project, it'll take ages for me to get the mood and the idea to continue it. Sucky, huh?

I Don't Even Understand Who I Really Am...

I never wished to be alone,
yet I often find my self alone.

I wished for someone that could understand me,
yet I am way too afraid to open my heart.



I never really understand my self. People often said that I am a warm person, but once I act cold, they intend to say that hey didn't know me. Once they said that, deep in my heart, I laugh as hard as I could. And I am not laughing because it's funny. I laugh because the irony behind their words. I mean, it is not a big surprise that they didn't know me! After all, I, my self, didn't really know who I really am.

I know that... I often push people around. I have my reason for that. Walking in the egg shell, making a wall between, digging a trench. I do those kind of things because I don't want to get hurt. Not again, not ever. I do realize once I did those kind of things, people will make some distance. In one hand, it's a good thing because I won't get hurt if something happened to them. But in the other hand, it's killing me for not having many friends.

Hurt? Yes.
Lonely? Absolutely.

I do not wish to make too much contact with them, knowing that they'll hurt me eventually. Yet, I also need friends that I could talk to whenever I'm lonely, having trouble, or when I just want to talk. I do realize that having a 24-hour-a-day friend is plainly impossible and it is an absolute selfishness.

But then, aren't human the most selfish being in the world?
Is it wrong for me to think like that?