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About Death and Love

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Actually, I don’t like talking about death. I hate saying goodbye, especially to your family or close friends. And I don’t like being in funerals, it’s very scary seeing a lot of cries and grieves. For those of you who had lost family members, you must know how it feels like some part of you died along when they put the body in grave. But, I need to write this unspeakable (so, I write it) thoughts in my head, my view about death.

My Dad passed away when I was 16 years old. He was a very good person, a responsible husband, a respectful man. He worked hard, traveled a lot, and spent most of his time in piles of work. That’s why we didn’t really have a close father-daughter relationship. For some years after his death, I often felt disappointed about this. I wish I had better relationship with him, I wish I had more time to talk to him, I wish I could told him all those exciting teenager’s stories. I never had those time with him.

Besides all of my disappointment, all time I wish I had, all time that he wasn’t there in my life, I never had doubt about his love to his family. That’s the magic of love. Though you can’t see it, you can feel it, especially the love that exist in family. Though he’s been gone for ever, I can still feel his love stay with me.

:’)

(I am inspired to write this post, after I saw my friend’s post, Fitry Zuliarty, in Tumblr. Keep the love, mate!)

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

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Pain, Love and Forgiveness

I wake up. I think I’m dead. The last thing I remember was looking at the message he sent me at my phone. But, I don’t remember anything about the message, I just remember when I read it my heart beat fast, my blood running through my neck and pain strike my head. Then my eyes started to hurt and tears came down. And then… I saw a very bright light in front of me, almost made me blind and the next thing I know, I woke up here in a colorful room full of cotton candy and lollipops hanging down from the ceiling and wall.

I walk around the room with strange feeling.
“Is this heaven?” I whisper.
“Well, it could be.” someone answer my question. I’m looking back and there’s a man my age, sitting at a classic bench. I don’t know why I didn’t notice him, but I’m pretty sure there’s no bench there before.

“Who are you? And where do you came from?”
“I am you.”
“Where is this? Am I dead?”
“Technically yes, you’re dead. But… it can be compromised.. Yeah, don’t think about it. Let’s take a walk!” He get up from the bench and grab my shoulder. We are walking through that room. What I notice next is, this room is a very long room you cannot see the end. And we keep walking. The strange man beside me humming a song.
“What song is that? It’s familiar.”
“I don’t know. It’s just very catchy.” And sometimes he jump and make some kind of weird dance like from the 80′s. He grab some cotton candy and eat it.
“Hey, grab some! Its delicious!” He offers me and I try a bit.

Magically, the second it touch my lips, I feel very very happy. And next we both already dancing around, and humming the same song. It is an incredible feeling.

Suddenly, I remember about the message in my phone. And I stop dancing.
“Why are you stopping?”
“What did he say? What did he text that make me feel so much pain?”

The strange man stop dancing. And make a pout.
“You really wanna know?”
“You know what he said?”
“Of course I do. I am you.”
“What? I don’t understand.”
“I am you.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes I am.”
“No, you’re a.. man!”
“Well, actually I could be man or woman. I’m just a projection, you project me as a man, so, here I am.”
“I still don’t get it! And how do you know what he said to me and I don’t remember it at all? And what kind of place is this? and what happened with me and why am I here?”

“Okay, let’s sit and I’ll try to explain all of this to you.”
We sit in a bench that I’m pretty sure its not there before.
“Where do we start?”
“What is this place and why I am here?.”
“Okay. This is nowhere and you’re technically not here… Okay okay, I’ll try to make it sense. You had an accident, a car accident, and you’re in between.”
“In between?”
“Yeah, in medical language is you’re in a coma, but I would like to say in between. It’s more cool.”
“So I’m in a coma?”
“Yes, you are.”
“… And how did that accident happened? What made the car crashed?”
“You remember you got a text?”
“Yeah, from my boyfriend. But I don’t know what it is about. Everytime I try to remember I feel strange, like I wanna puke.”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes.” The strange man take a breath and make a really serious face he never shown before.
“The consequence of knowing the truth is pain. And this pain could be there forever.. You ready?”
“Wait! How painful it is?”
“Oh you bet, this is the pain that made some young girl like you didn’t wanna live. The worst pain of all. The pain of guilt. And one thing you should know, when I tell you the truth, this place will be gone, I will be gone, because this place itself can’t stand to a pain like that.”

I look around. This is a beautiful place. Looking only at anything turn your heart warm. This is a perfect place to live forever. But this unknown feeling make me feel funny. I feel like I forget something, missing something really important. And I can’t help cannot remember it.

“Okay. I’m ready. Tell me the truth.” The strange man smile at me and hold my hand.

I wake up. I think I’m alive. I’m in a room. A white room. A hospital room. There’s a song played, me and my boyfriend’s favorite song. My eyes feel so heavy, and I’m starting to feel pain all over my body. There’s a man sitting beside me, holding my hand with his face lying on the side of my bed, he must be fell asleep.

At that second I remember everything. Everything about the text, about the crash, about the truth.

He texted me ‘I love you’.

I read it on my way home, my way to our apartment when I just got back from someone else’s house. I just cheated with a guy I met on an photo exhibition. He’s one of the photographer. Out of my control, tears coming from my eyes.

“Are you awake? Oh, thank God you’re awake!!” He’s awakened with his surprise face checking me and calling out doctor.

The guilty feeling come right away. I feel so guilty that it hurts so much. I hate myself. I feel sick and angry of myself. Then tears come down through my cheeks like a fountain.

“I.. I.. was cheating on you.” I said it between my tears. He stare at me with his glassy tired eyes, holding my hand.

He take a deep breath. Then he say the most beautiful and painful words in my life.

“I know, I forgive you. If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best possible. Then I will either wait for you or forget you. Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering… And I already know what to do. To wait for you.”

The doctor come into the room, checking my heart, picking up my hand and checking my pulse.
“Hey, what’s written in your hand?” The doctor pointing at the palm of my hand.

I look at my hand and there written ‘Second chance. Make it worth’ and slights of pink cotton candy between my fingers.

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Favorite quote from skins 4

Cook: You’re always gonna get your heart ripped out somewhere aren’t ya?
Emily: What do you do about it?
Cook: You just burn, kid. You just burn, just keep it all on the inside.

~Skins

About Waiting

When I was little and running on the race track at school, I always stopped and waited for all the other kids so we could run together even though I knew (and everybody else knew) that I could run much faster than all of them! I pretended to read slowly so I could “wait” for everyone else who couldn’t read as fast as I could! When my friends were short I pretended that I was short too and if my friend was sad I pretended to be unhappy. I could go on and on about all the ways I have limited myself, my whole life, by “waiting” for people. And the only thing that I’ve ever received in return is people thinking that they are faster than me, people thinking that they can make me feel bad about myself just because I let them and people thinking that I have to do whatever they say I should do. My mother used to teach me “Cinderella is a perfect example to be” but I have learned that Cinderella can go fuck herself, I’m not waiting for anybody, anymore! I’m going to run as fast as I can, fly as high as I can, I am going to soar and if you want you can come with me! But I’m not waiting for you anymore.

C. Joybell C.

Happiness

Happiness

I just wanna be HAPPY.

Anger and Lie

“The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.”

~For One More Day

About Choices

“There is everything you know and there is everything that happens. When the two do not line up, you make a choice. ”

Tears for Fears

I am walking out from a building. This building has a back entrance right way through its backyard where people park their cars and bikes. I’m waiting for him to come. I’m not alone. I’m with a friend.

“Where’s he?” he ask me.

“I don’t know.” and we keep waiting.

… And finally he come out from that building, walking towards me…

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s ok. Can we go now?”

” Mmm, I have to tell you something. I cannot go with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t. I need to go to some place else.” His face’s showed bitterness and sadness, and then he walk away from me.

And then my right eye really hurt so much. I don’t know where it came from. I think I cry, but I’m not. It’s just really really hurt I feel like something cut through of it. It hurts so bad it make me cry. A thick felt-like blood came right through my eye. I touch it. It’s blood-alike transparent liquid. I don’t know what it is. The next thing I know, I run after him.

“Hey wait, look, my eye’s bleeding.” He check out my eye.

“You’re gonna be ok.” He smile and then he left.

…I came back to where my friend stand, crying…

“It hurts so bad.”

“Let me take a look at it.” Then he check it out. There’s a white hole in my eye where the thick blood came out.

“Here’s the money, go to a doctor. I cannot cure you.”

 

…And then he smile at me, and left…

 

 

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Fly fly fly the butterfly…

It’s January, 17th 2012. A new page of my career will begin in less than 24 hours.Yup, I get a new job at Fifty Four Communications starting tomorrow. It’s a small advertising agency here in Jakarta. I got this job unplanned and suddenly. It’s like almost a year after I submit my application there as a copywriter. Why did I accept this job? Simply because I’m still curious about working in advertising and I feel like it’s time for me to get bigger responsibilities.Working in advertising always known for its tight schedules and deadlines but most importantly you have to challenge yourself everyday for a new fresh idea for advertising materials. One thing that I wanna do since I learn about advertising in uni is becoming a copywriter, so when there’s an opportunity to be one, I gotta say yes.

I want to share a little story about my employment at Townsquare Group.This past year has been a great experience for me working for a company which run shopping malls. Working there didn’t feel like working cause you can always find entertainments and stuff. If I wanted to shop, there’s a lot of stores, if I wanted to watch movies there’s a theater, if I felt bored or hungry there’s a lot of restaurants and cafe. The people itself feels like a family since it’s not a big company. I met a lot of people from electricians to managers. There are a lot of stories in that 0ffice that I’m gonna missed. For my team and a lot of nice people there, I love you and keep up the good work. Though we’re not working together anymore, you’re always be my friends and family.

It’s really sad to leave a place where feels like your second home. It’s really is a tough decision to leave but life must go on, and you gotta learn to get out from your comfort zone. So, I hope Fifty Four could be my other home in the future. I already met some of the guys and so far they seems nice and fun. Here comes a long night of deadlines and heavy workloads. Challenge accepted!

With Sexy Santas :) .

The full team.

Goofing around while working at New York Eve Party.

At our trip to Tidung Island.

Halal Bihalal event at Talaga Sampireun.

At Miss Joana’s Bday Part at Mang Engking.

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