Thursday, May 27, 2010

"It's a best day ever!" He said.

Yesterday, my 10 year-old brother, Philip, and I went out for some fun. We planned about it the night before and talked about it since afternoon. So yesterday, at about 10.30 am, as my parents went to my amangboru's martupol party in Wisma Jaya Puri, my brother and I went to Gramedia Gajah Mada.

We went to stationary area first. Philip loves Mister Maker so much. He likes making things. He loves drawing. So i took him to the art and craft material area. He looked so happy and very excited. It seemed that he wanted to buy everything in there and made things by them. So we went upstairs, craving for art and craft books.

But as we saw books, we almost forgot about our mission, buying art and craft book. My brother spent his time most in the comics area, art and craft area, and knowledge for children area while i spent my time in novel area and in songbooks area. Sometimes we saw each other and laughed. Then we picked some books and compared. Finally, after had read so many good books and laughed a lot, we decided to buy two art and craft books. One book used felt clothes and the other used origami papers. We were so excited to make them all.

By lunch time, we went out, talking about eating in Sun Plaza. Then my brother looked at Dunkin Donuts Cafe and asked for orange juice. So i bought one regular size for him. He looked happy and by looking at his happy face, i felt more than happy.

We went to Sun Plaza by becak mesin. It cost Rp 8000 to get us there (I still think that it is too expensive *sigh). Philip shared his orange juice with me. I didn't want it since i can't stand cold drink too much, but I took a sip anyway. It made him smile.

As we arrived at Sun Plaza, we discussed about where we should eat. Then after had talked for a while, we decided to eat in Fountain because he said he wanted to drink ice cream. But when we were there, he didn't order for any ice cream. He ordered mie and juice. Then he asked for my cream soup and orange milk shake. After that, we ordered chocolate cake. Our favourite :)

My elder sister, Lini, called us and told us that she was in Sun Plaza herself. She had lunch with her friend. She came to us and had chit chat for a while. She said she would join us at 4pm, right after the office hour.
So after having a fantastic lunch, Philip and I went to Gramedia.

We read so many funny books, art and craft books, story books, and knowledge books. We spent about 3 hours there. You know, when we enjoy things, it seems that time runs so fast. My younger sister, Iyo, texted me and said that she would join us by the time our parents came from Jaya Puri. She reached Gramedia Sun Plaza in a jiffy and met us. We were so exciting. And not long after that, Lini joined us.

It was so fantastic since we seldom go out together because Lini and Philip are busy with work and school. They only have saturday and sunday to have fun. But most of the time they spent those two precious days by spending time with themselves like sleeping all day or playing PSP or computer game. *sigh

So after passing time in Gramedia, Lini asked us to watch new movie in theater. It was "Shrek, forever after".
We bought the tickets and bought some drinks in hypermart.

At 5:30pm, we entered studio 3. It was a very entertaining and inspiring movie. Reminds us all that we should give thanks to all we have. And i got a note to self that true love kiss is really exist :D and i start thinking that if all dreamworks movie said it is true, than it can be true :D

After movie, we ate dinner in Mr. Sanders' place. Philip was starving. I could see that by the way he ate :D

Then we went home by becak mesin again as i didn't drive since the first start this morning.
It was a surprised that we could get in one becak. In such a small place, there were 4 big tampubolons :D

But that fun was not over yet, Philip and I still made animals toys from the felt clothes and talked about the things we will make for tomorrow and the next day. He looked so exciting till forgot that it was already 11 pm. I was so tired. But looking at Philip's exciting face, i pushed myself to make more animals toys. Then he finally realized that i was so sleepy.

We put our art and craft on the round table and make an appointment to make more the next day.
Philip said to me," It's a best day ever!"
I was so touched when he said that because what i did to him was only one simple thing. It was only reading in gramedia, buying two art and craft books, eating out, watching movie, and making art and craft with him. But he said he was so happy that day and thought that it was a perfect day.
I hugged Philip and gave a note to self that i will spend more quality time with people i love so much.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

IF THAT WHAT IT TAKES


            “Say what?!”  I shrieked on the phone.
            “Sheesh! You sure have a big issue with your ears.” He teased me. When he was about to repeat his last words, I cut in.
“Yosh! I heard the first one alright!” I said angrily. I didn’t have any problem with my ears. They were clean. And my voice was alright. I just had a problem with the news that he brought into my ears. “Well, good luck.” I spoke weakly. “I got to go now. My computer is error again. Bye!!!” I hang up the phone before he had answered. I knew it, if I was late for even a second only, he would rub it in. I went back to my computer and stared at the screen that full of words about our Land Reform homework. But all those letters just flew around my head. I couldn’t get my concentration anymore. My brain was filled with what he had said to me.
That day was Bara’s 20th birthday. I had imagined celebrating his birthday with all the fun. I felt completely happy until he told me that news. I called him on the phone to wish him a happy birthday that morning. We talked this and that until he suddenly asked me to do him a favor.
“Wen, I kinda like a girl but I am afraid to ask her out. You are also a girl, so I bet you know what girls want, don’t you? Can you please help me? You know, so that I can say or do something to win her heart.”
I was shocked and still could not believe it. I never knew he was close with other girl. Wait a minute, was it Diane? She was in the same reading club with him. They spent time quiet often some times. Or was it Sofie? They were neighbors. Or who else could it be? I couldn’t believe I was nothing to him. I thought he liked me. Apparently, he just wanted to be friend with me. I should have known that. I remembered the first time we met. It was in semester 1, first year of campus. We met by chance in the Medan State Court because of the homework given by our lecturer. We were told to get a sufficient judgment from the state court and analyzed it. We sat on a long bench, looked at each other, and confused just like two people with amnesia disease. Among everyone there, he was the only one I recognized. Then he came toward me and said “Hi”. Then we made an appointment to do that homework together. It made us met regularly and we became closer ever since.
Bara and I were perfect match. And it seemed that we liked each other as well. We even completed each other. He liked making jokes and I liked laughing. I liked talking and he liked listening. I was a bored person and he was full of surprises. I felt like thunder was roaring in my tummy. I couldn’t believe he saw someone else. I meant, seriously, what was I to him?? Just a partner in doing lecture homework?? I kept asking myself why he didn’t pick me. What was wrong between us? I thought everything went well. Didn’t he realize the strange pleasant feeling that happened between us every time we were together?! So what did he call it last time when I wasted my precious sleeping time because I stayed up till 2 a.m. to listen to his unhappy feeling due to the lost of his favorite football team in a match??
And if he just remembered the sacrifice I had been because of the silly book which he recognized just by the color of its cover! We covered almost all area, started from book stores in Gajah Mada, Zainul Arifin to Jalan Salak and Titi Gantung. Not to mention all the book stores that I just knew they were exist. If I were him, I would just search for it in internet. But I kept accompanying him after all. Did he think I would do that if I didn’t have any feeling for him?? I had been in great pain just to be with him but those sure were good old days. I hated him so much. I felt like he grabbed my heart from my chest and pulled it out, squeezed it and left it just like that on a cold dark empty street. That was it. Then I went to campus. I saw him in the parking lot. It seemed to me that he was waiting for someone, probably the girl that he talked about that morning.
“Hi!” he greeted me as I came with an unhappy look on my face. “Say, are you ok?”
”Never better.” I replied and grinned at him. He stared at me, tried to read my mind. “Nothing to worry about. Everything is under control.” I added quickly before he had said anything. I even gave him a big smile and a big thumb up.
“I know this expression. It’s not like I knew you yesterday.” he said.
”I am fine.” I said firmly.
“I know there’s something wrong from the big smile you gave me. And the big thumb up? Oh, come on, you don’t think it works on me, do you?”
“I am fine!” I said again.
“Is it something to do with what I said this morning?” he confirmed.
”Whattt?? Nooo!!” I scoffed. “There is nothing to do with that. Why would it be something to do with what you said?? I don’t care about you dating with who ever.” I started to splutter. “If it is fine with you, it will be fine with me. End of discussion.”
He stared at me for a while before asking. “Are you ok?”
“Ya!” I said quickly. “Why would I not be ok??” He looked pondering for a while. “Don’t you have a class in a minute?” I reminded him, tried to change the topic.
“Can we meet by lunch time?” he asked as he looked at his watch. “You sure you can help me out, right?” he winked at me as he went to his class.
“Sure.” I replied with a grin on my face and gave him another big thumb up. I sighed as he turned his back on me. But I didn’t want to see him at lunch time. I didn’t want to hear him talking about that girl. I didn’t want to know anything about how he felt about that girl. So I walked in a rush. But suddenly my hand was pulled.
“Hi.” he greeted with a big smile on his face. “What’s the rush??” I kept silent. “Oh, I know, got to go, huh??” I gave him a “Black mood” look. “What’s wrong? Something I say? Or maybe my breath stinks? I brushed my teeth twice this morning, you know?” he grinned.
“Like I would care.” I scoffed. I was in a snit. As if he didn’t care a thing about how I was feeling, he just took my hand. I haven’t said anything and he already took me to the cafeteria. While he was ordering our lunch, I still kept my mouth shut. I looked at him hesitantly. I was eager to ask him about how he was feeling about me. But was it realistic if I asked him that? Logically, I was his best friend, and he might say he liked me. But did it really like-like or just like? Did his heart beat faster when he thought of me or spoke my name?
“Ok, spit it out.” He said suddenly.
“Huh??”
“Tell me, what is it?”
“What???”
“Oh come on, it’s not like I knew you yesterday. I know that look.” He said and pointed at my face. I wondered if my face talked better than my mouth.
“I am fine.” I said as I sighed.
“If you have any problem, don’t be shy; just tell me, maybe I can help. But even if I can’t, we can solve it together, can’t we?” he said gently and smiled at me. So I thought I would just let him know. But before I had said anything, our order came and he ate it as if it was the last food on earth. I lost my appetite. I was fed up by my thoughts already. “What’s with you? Toothache? Stomachache?” then he laughed in a sudden. “I know, you must forget to brush your teeth, mustn’t you?? C’mon tell me, it’s ok, just between you and me, am I right????” he whispered and giggled as he nudged me playfully. I looked at him with a wicked expression. “See? That’s one starving look.” He pointed at my face. “Eat.”
No, it was not that kind of look. I really wanted him to know how I felt about him. I didn’t care if he mad or else. I just wanted him to know my confession. That’s all. I didn’t intend to ruin his date with that girl, who ever she was.
“So…” said both of us together in a sudden.
“You go first.” I offered him.
“No, you go first.” He refused.
“No, I insist.” I said firmly.
“If you insist.” He said as he cleared his throat. “It’s about that girl. What do you think I must do to let her know how I feel for her?”
“How should I know?!” I scoffed, again.
“Oh come on, Wendy, you are a girl yourself. You must know what girls like and don’t. I am so confused how to tell her that I like her. She is such a difficult person to understand. Sometimes she is like an open book, but on the other day, she is like a deep blue ocean. Mysterious. I don’t know what to do. …”
I was sitting there, listening to him with my broken heart. Neither did I know what to do. He was a best friend of mine. If I didn’t help him with that, did I still act like one? I was so confused. But I didn’t want to have this broken heart either. “Well, I am not every woman. But if you ask me, I will be very happy if someone can carry me piggy back.” I said playfully.
“Seriously?” he asked with a serious surprise look on his face.
I took time to be quiet. Why would I tell him the things to help him win that girl’s heart? If I told him that, would it never hurt me? What would happen to me if he finally dated her? Would I still be his best girl? Then I realized. It was not always about me and myself. Best friend didn’t think like that. I felt so silly and awful. It was like you were so sick and you had to take big size of bitter pill. It was hard to chew, difficult to swallow, and then it was stuck in your throat that made you needed a big glass of water to let it in. So I took the glass in front of me and drank all of the water before saying. “You can give her attention, just like telling her how pretty she is today or you like her hair, she smells good, or anything you can think of to let her know that you pay attention to her.”
He looked thinking for a while before saying. “Tsk! That’s too common. I am afraid she will think that I am a sweet talker.” Then he looked at me deeply. “Just tell me about yourself. What can make you love someone?”
“Well… “I pondered for a while. “I like some one who knows how to make me laugh when I am sad and feeling down. It feels good when your heart is uplifted again. It feels nice to be able to smile after had cried a lot. Especially if the person who cheers you up is someone who cares about you a lot. The best part is… ” I started to think to tell him the truth from there. But would I become so pathetic if I told him that? He liked somebody else after all. So it was no use to tell him how I felt. I would just make matters worse.
“What??” he couldn’t wait to know what was the best part.
“No, just it.”
“Just it?” he asked hesitantly.
“Oh, if possible, I want to be carried piggy back as well!” I added as I scoffed. He laughed.
“Thanks, Wendy. You’re the best.” He said as he finished his lunch. “I’d better think of some jokes now. I am going to visit her tonight.”
“It may not work on her, but you get nothing to lose if you try.” I said and smiled. “Good luck!” If only he could see that I was torturing inside.
___________
I was sitting on the terrace of my house and looking at the moon that night as I was writing on my diary. Just thinking about him dating the girl that time made me feel pity on myself. What had I done?? Everything would change ever since he dated that girl. If I kept on helping him like that, when would I take my turn? If he wasn’t mine that time, he might not be mine for a life time. Did I really want to take the risk of losing him forever?  
Then my cell phone rang. It was him. He probably wanted to ask for another suggestion.
“Yes, Bar?” I answered, trying so hard to sound like a happy person.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.” I answered. Then tears fell from my eyes in a sudden. But I tried my best to sound like there’s nothing wrong.
“Really??”
“Ya, why would I not be ok?” that was one annoying question that he liked to ask me lately. “What does it matter to you how I am?!”
“Because I think my cell phone is leaking.”
I rolled my eyes. “You are impossible. How come it’s leaking?”
“Because you are crying.” He said in a soft low tone. I surprised. How did he find out that I was crying? He must be somewhere close. Then I looked at him, standing in front of the gate of my house. He climbed up the gate to get inside.
“Why did you do that?!” I said angrily as I pondered why he was in my house. Probably the girl rejected him and he wanted to ask for more advice. “Why are you here??” Second thought, he might want to tell me that my advice had brought him to a success and he just dated that girl.
“To carry you piggy back for sure. “ He replied with a big smile and a funny look on his face as he sat beside me.
“Silly.” I rolled my eyes again.
“You know, you see everything through a small hole on the wall while someone has offered you a door to enter and see it all.” He said. I stared at him, surprised by his words. “Do you think I don’t know you after all the times we spend together?”
“Now what do you mean by that? I don’t peep at anyone, especially you. Did you just say that I am a Peeping Tom?” I said angrily but he laughed.
“Every time I speak with you, I think so hard to find any good jokes just to see a wide upward curve on your lips but I always end up laughing by your funny spontaneous words.” He said after had finished laughing. “Oh well, at least I’ve tried.” He sighed. I stared at him, trying to figure out what he’s trying to say. “I may not good at making you laugh…. “ He said again. “… but if you want to be carried piggy back…” He continued and bowed in front of me. ”I am ready.” He added.
“Silly.” I said, but as I looked at his funny face, I couldn’t help smiling.
“Oh you smile! Well, it’s about time.” He said and looked at me gently as he held my hand. I held my breath, suddenly realized that I was the girl that he talked about.

The end

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

My mother is not a saint. She is an angel.

Well, she is an ordinary woman, maybe an ordinary mom, but still, she is one of a kind.
She cooks, she cleans, she shops, she washes, and she tidies up.
She still does the house work even though we have a maid at home!

She was a public servant, working for the government and very proud of it.
But as she gave birth to her first baby, she let it go. She let go her good carrier for a naughty baby girl.
Now, she has many jobs. She is a teacher for her naughty children. She is a personal assistant, a secretary, a co-pilot and a vice president for my dad. She is a five star chef in the house. She is a nurse as well as a doctor when we get sick (mothers know best! even doctors can't deny that! heehee!). She is a consultant for our personal problem. She is a seamstress for our clothes problem. She is everything!
She is a mother and she is proud of it.
My mom works for God. She takes part in the social work in our church.
She likes helping others. She has a golden heart.
My mom always knows what's in my heart and in my mind. She doesn't need million times to understand my emotions. She sees me as an open book.

My mom is brave and tough. But every time I am sick, she is as scared as a little girl.
I remember once when I was very young, she cried and hugged me tight when I was really sick.
Every time I don't trust my self, my mom always know how to encourage me and make me believe that I can do it better than before.
She may seem like a pushover, but she does it only when I am down and sink in my own tears.
Every time we face a terrible and horrible matter, she doesn't let me see the fear in her face.
She shows me that I can always lean on her.
When I feel that every thing is messed up, she gives me faith and make me believe that everything is going to be alright.
She comforts me when I feel sad.
She smiles at me when I feel bad.
My mom is not a saint. She is an angel.

Sometimes you need to be on your own

Sometimes you need to be on your own.
No one can help you.
Not a mother, not a father, not a sister, not a brother, not a best friend.
None.

Sometimes, even a mother can’t do anything to dry up the tears on your face.
Even if my mother would kill whoever made me cry, she just couldn’t stop the tears falling. Even though she can cure the wound, she can’t make it stop coming to hurt me.
Well, she is a mother, not a warrior. She can’t stop people making me sad.

Sometimes, even a father can’t take care of your problems.
Even if my father would break the wall to let me come through, he couldn’t make people stop blocking me. Even though he can make me laugh, he can’t make every troublesome seems funny.
Well, he is a father, not a savior. He can’t stop people making me mad.

Sometimes, even sister and brother can’t make you cheer.
Even if my siblings would give space in their head for the problem I shared, they couldn’t sweep away obstacle from my path of life. Even though they will give their shoulders for me to cry on, they can’t give the world in my hand.
Well, they are siblings, not dream-makers. They can’t always make me glad.

Sometimes, even a best friend can’t be there for you.
Even if she would follow when I jump from the sky, she couldn’t join me in my darkest mind.
Even though she will listen to all stories I tell, she can’t listen to the voice of my silent yell.
Well, she is a best friend, not a guardian angel. She can’t always stand by me.

So, there you are, all alone. Only you can fight in your own battle.
However, you will see, they can always make everything easier and nicer, even in the hardest time to bear.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Do You Love Me, Dear G?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010 at 6:17pm

sometimes i tell myself that everything will be just fine. since you told me that everything will be beautiful in time, i do believe and have faith in you.
but time after time, you still let me cry my eyes out till dawn fall.
it's not fair to see how you keep everything sweet to anyone else but me.
it's not fair to see how you let me sink in my own tears.
i may be a sinner. i may not a sweet beautiful angel who spreads love and affection to others. i may cause tears to someone i care. but do i really need to deserve this, dear G? so many people i see, worst than what you fear, but you hug them tightly. how do i suppose to feel to see you do this, dear G?
Nevertheless i keep telling myself that rejection won't keep me drop and ejection won't keep me stop.
But then here we go again, you make me see everything seem so difficult to reach. i feel like being pressed to the bottom till i can't pop myself up again.
Have you not forgetting me, dear G?
will it satisfy you to see me cry again? will it entertain you to see my tears rolling down?
i may be a sinner, but i do many good things just to make sure you pay attention to me. i even cry in my prayer in case you don't get enough tears to see.
i m so tired, dear G. tired of crying, tired of feeling bad, tired of feeling down, tired of getting headache, tired of being ashamed, tired of thinking that i am nothing, tired of seeing somebody else's happiness. i m tired of being myself.
have you ignored me, dear G?
have you abandoned me?
have you let me by myself?
the more i feel down, the more i hate you, but the more i hurt inside.
the more i hurt, the more tears i have.
have you enjoyed seeing me in the edge of my sanity?
i see the cloudy thing above me and my sight is covered by mist.
mist of too much tears.
don't let me wait too long, dear G, unless you'd like to see me crawl with bloody teardrops just to reach my own happiness.
i don't like whining but what do you think i suppose to do after what i have been through? i am just an ordinary human, i m not a saint like you.
so tell me, dear G, do you love me or not?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Stuck In A Still Movement

Here I am again, standing in an empty dark space where I cannot find anything to see. I am scared but fear has been my friend since long time a go. I said to myself, if I cannot survive again this time, than it is time for me to stop.
But my name is not Pamela if I am that easy to give up.
I have been a loser for such a long time, not dumped yet, but still not a winner. I am just stuck, cannot go forward, cannot go backward either. I figure out that people only love the winners.
So here I am again, looking at myself in the mirror.
I see a coward, a baby, and a loser.
I am not myself if I said I am a warrior princess who stands in the front line and is ready to win a battle.
But I don't cry. I don't weep.
I try to pull myself to stand still, no matter how weak my feet are, whenever I start to kneel on my knees. I push my self forward, no matter how heavy it is, whenever I start to lose my energy.
Do I choose wrong direction?
I didn't choose my future.
I like what I did. I just cannot fall in love with it.
Shall I try to make another choice?
What if it is too late for another trip?
Am I stuck in a still movement?
I remember once i had a dream of a sailing boat, I went to many strange places with someone to watch my back. It has been a motivation for me that I can move on, eventually.
So I don't want to stop. I refuse to give up. I will never give in.
Not until my soul apart from my body.