Let's reminisce...

This happened in December 1996. I still remember this because this story is really unforgettable.

I called him but he wasn’t at home again. (we didn’t have HP at that time)

He was my “friend” at LIA Pangadegan.
He had cute curly hair, was nice and kind.
He drove a black Estilo.
We went to Block M and watched movie after class for several times.

Two days before, I also called him and he wasn’t at home.
At that time, his mom told me that he was out... going somewhere with Novi.

What?
?%^&#$@!???
Novi?
??@!!&^%#*@!$?!
Who the hell is she?

And for the next few days I kept wondering what the girl was like, what they were doing.
How could he?!

For the next few days I kept singing this song:
…...there’s no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart
Breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You’re breaking my heart again….

Then I called him. Bingo! He’s at home!
I couldn’t help my self to start asking him about this Novi.
I bombarded him with questions about this girl.
And he kept asking me back. What?? What’re you saying?? Who’re you talking about??
“for God’s sake. Stop muttering!” I ordered him before I hung up the phone.

He didn’t even call me the next day. “fine!” I said “I will never call him again!”

But two days later, he came to my house with someone. He introduced that person to me. That person then introduced himself.

“hello. I am Novi…….Novianto……I am the one who went out with your BF a couple of days ago.”

Hhmmffpphhh…....

this Novi who i had been jealous of is a he!

I love Temong

It was a half past twelve. She was sleeping. I couldn’t wake her up. She was sleeping soundly and her big belly went up and down. But I knew that she would wake up if she heard me preparing food for her in the kitchen. So I did…

She woke up, asked for some food. I gave her a big steamed fish, without rice this time. I just wanted to let her eat special lunch. This would be her last lunch at this house. She ate it quickly. You know Temong. She loves eating.

Then, when she finished eating her lunch. I put her into my black bag pack. She let me did that. She didn’t even try to get out of the bag. She just let me did that. She trusted me! She trusted me to bring her to someplace. She might have thought that she had been brought to a vet! Just like what I did to her twice.

But she doesn’t know… I won’t bring her back home this time.

She witnessed me crying.

have you found your bliss? I am still trying to find mine

What my bliss means:

My bliss means I do what I like day by day. Something that I don’t mind doing it for 12 hours a day even more. Something that not only cheers my day but also enables me to be meaningful to others. It’s a bliss to live life gratefully by doing something I like most.

A thing that makes me can’t wait for another day to continue what I am doing on that day.

A thing that allows me to love and accept myself deeper. A thing that fulfills my life and seals my emptiness. The thing that enables me to travel around my lovely country and around the world to see the diversity of cultures and the great views. My bliss is my willingness to find what the thing is, eagerness to discover it, and courage to take what it takes to make it happens.

my first writing (nov 24, 2008)

helo, this is my blog. a dearest friend of mine made it for me. he insists me to start writing something on internet. since i always put it off, he made me this blog. i cannot give more excuses then. so, here i am... trying to write something.

this is my first writing. and tonight is my first night writing on this blog. this is something i never imagine before....you know....to have a media to express my self and share it with others. i usually write in my diary about something that i surely don't wanna share with others not even close friends.

actually, it's fun. it's not as difficult as i've been thinking. i kind of like it. thanks mcdamas.