Monday, September 24, 2012

Happy Birthday, Daddy :)



Today is my daddy’s birthday. He’s 55th :)

Let me tell you something about my dad...

My daddy is not a romantic daddy
He can not say I love you straight forwardly
He doesnt hug me often
But he does everything he can to show how much he loves me
I remember when I was kid he always wait for me when I was sick. I will grab his sweater to make sure he wouldnt go anywhere even when I was sleeping

My daddy is not a wealthy man
He doesnt like bling bling nor luxury stuff
He’s so simple and got nothing to worry about trends
The way he manages all my fees is still mysterious for me
When I said I want to learn english, he said okay
I said I want to join computer courses, he also said okay
I want to buy this magazine, he was not always okay but he often gave me
He even gave his time to go to the post office just to post all my letters to all my penpals when I was in the middle school. With lots of letter, Im sure he spent lots of money for that.

My daddy is set me freely
When Im become more mature and ready to spread my wings
Daddy sent me faraway from home
I look at this as an ordinary way for any family, but when I saw around
Not every daddy gives permission to let his daughter away
And Im thankful for that
Even he cried at the moment *tears is definitely not his style*, he let me go and believe in me

My daddy is not perfect at all
There are so many imperfect things on him that I dont like
But I thank God, Im not perfect either
I must be had so many imperfect things on me that he doesnt like
But he’s okay with that
Nothing can change the love of a father



Im here
You and mom there
Sisters and brothers are also there
But we’re always one
A family 
A place where I called home :)


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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Letter To You



Dear you...

Well..I dont know your name yet, thats why I’ll call you with ‘you’ right now.
Im thinking about you lately. Figuring out where are you, what do you do, how do you look like, what is your hobby, what kind of music do you like, do you like spicy or sweet dishes and so many silly questions.

But the most bugging thought in my head is whether you think about me...

All people around me seems so easy to be loved and keep blushing, but why do I look like a weirdo? Doesnt even have any intention for falling. Living alone on my own.

So weird, cause I knew the feeling before. Back then in the past I remember how sweet it was, how painful it was and how strange it was. How come someone became something?

And when I count my days, its really been awhile I have no feeling for that. Kinda miss it :p

Maybe because of that, I think about you...

Wondering if its really you...
the one whom I write this letter for and you know for sure its really for you
an imperfect person cause you know what.. Im not perfect at all
you’ll see how terrible I am but I believe you’ll still there
and even in the silence.. with you.. everything feels so perfect
someone that can live without me but choose to live with me...

Its you...

I dont know exactly when we will be meet. I often doubt it honestly... :(
But like my friends told, lets live with hope. And I learn you are one of my hope...

Friday, September 14, 2012

Goodbye for now, Oppung...


I heard the news this morning... Oppung has passed away...

I woke up this morning at 6 am because my mom called me. As I get sick lately, she always calls me everyday. At first she asked about my health, I said its gettting better. Fyi, yesterday I went to the hospital and took the urine test and the result was good. Its so relieved. And then mom told me they are in the hospital because last night my grandma suddenly felt sick on her chest. Mom asked to pray for my grandma’s health. After that, I prayed for her. I believe God will make her better.
And then mom called me again. It was 8 am. I got bad feeling about this. Mom asked me whether me and my sister *who accompany me here while Im sick* has waken up already and told me...grandma has gone... forever...
And then we’re crying...

My grandma or I called her, oppung *bataknese*, was the longest and healthier elder I’ve ever known in my family. Even her husband, my grandpa, has gone since I was in the middle school. Oppung was really like to work. Even she was supposed to be relax at home, she always wanted to work.  We have a tiny coffee plantation 30 minutes by car from our home. Usually we go there afternoon or in the weekend and if my dad told us “lets go there”, we sometimes felt lazy *young generation..ckckck..* but oppung would had so many spirit and looked so happy. While I thought the sun was very hot and it would be better enjoying weekend at home lazing around. I once asked her why she’s so happy when we have to be tired? Isnt tired is annoying?
And then oppung told me it makes her healthier. Her body is moving and it feels good and healthy makes her happy. She felt her body is in bad condition everytime she’s doing nothing.
Oppung came from a small village in the mountain and its really far from modern city. I think until now that village doesnt have electricity yet. Sad to hear that, I mean with all the glamour stuff in this country, there are some people who doesnt even taste how good to see the light in our home.
But  I think for oppung it doesnt matter. They would prefer to work outside with nature. And they are really good at work. Strong and tough. I guess this is the reason why oppung didnt even like to watch TV for quite long time. She would go to bed and said TV made her sleepy. While TV made me awaken *geez..young generation..ckckck*
Oppung that I know also was the honest person. Sometimes she was too honest I guess and it sounded like she insulted someone with her words. One day, she told about someone that definitely tanned and she said its ugly. We bursted out and rolling on the floor laughing. Oppung looked so innocent when she told her story and that made us laughing out loud.
Last time I met her was last year when she already took LASIK operation on her eyes. She had catarac once and then she told me how clear she looked me that day. She even told me I was look so cubby..hehe.. When we watched TV together, my eyes didnt see properly the TV so I need my glasses while she didnt use anything anymore and I congratulate her for that. She also asked whether I had boyfriend at the time and laughed a lot and said I love money than boys. She sighed for me and said she really want to wear her good dress for my wedding and afraid that she couldnt make it if I take a long time to get married. But I only laughed and made her sure she must be wear it one day and see me married. She’s totally fine. Her eyes even better than mine...

And around last month, me and my elder sister took our tickets together to go back to our hometown this Christmas. Lots of plans has been made especially in my mind. One of them, is taking a family picture. Last time we took it when I was in the high school. I even captured it in my mind how’s our position. Oppung, dad, mom and five of us... Together :)

And it looks not gonna make it
Oppung has gone now... She left so many memories.. advices.. stories...
I remember how long you took time to talk to Our God everytime you prayed and now you finally meet Him.
I asked Him to make you better and I know the better is going back to your real home. Our REAL home...
Goodbye for now , oppung...
Pajumpang disi ma hita...
Until we meet again ;)

beloved oppung...




Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Power of Illness


So.. its been almost a week that Im sick. Its so painful due to my bad habit when I have to *sorry* pee. Sometimes when I feel so busy and I feel I want to go to the bathroom, I’ll said to myself ‘wait.. wait a minute’
And its definitely terrible and made me like this...
I have to go to the doctor and they gave me some medicines *soooo bitter >.<*
I cant go to work and just laying down on my bed. I even didnt attend my sister’s graduation.. T.T
After I took the medicine, I got better but new problem comes. My back is really painful. I dont know, it hurts everytime I sit or lay. And then I was crying when I called my mom. My mom thought to cancel her flight that night because of my crying. She was supposed to go back to our hometown after my sister’s graduation and a little visiting with me. When I met my family, I guess all my pain is gone but that night maybe by knowing that my mom will go, the pain got heavier.
Thank God, my rationality came. My mom should go home. Im going to be okay. My sister is coming today and its more than enough.

Honestly, I never had serious illness since I was in this town. I mean yeah I got flu, cough or stomache sometimes, but its definitely didnt make me cry and look for my mom. Well.. Im mature enough already just to face all the pain. But that night, I was totally miss my mom. All memories when I was kid, was running inside my head. How she really took care my sickness and made me no worries about all the pain. Hiks..hiks.. am I childish?

Well.. with all this sickness, I got a lot of things to learn and there are 3 big points here:  

 1. To be more aware about little things in my body
     ...about discipline, cleanliness, foods, drinks...
2. To be more grateful about my family
    ...they are not perfect at all but I always feel love... 
3. To be less being a solitaire
    ...feeling when ‘my problem is my problem, I should be tough’. 
    Nobody lives alone.   

Truly!! I realize deeply this days...

Anyway, I still need to go to the doctor tomorrow. I have urine test to make sure what’s happening in my back. Oh.. I wish it was not bad :(

Saturday, September 01, 2012

Another Stolen


After I had bad experience with the thief couple months ago, I had it once again. And now, its my penpal letter. Oh.. I was so upset. Today was supposed to be a great weekend for me.

Suddenly, our house keeper called me. I knew it must be letter or postcard. He usually keep it everytime they come. I was smiling widely when I opened my door and shocked when he showed an already opened envelope.
“I found this envelope on the ground”, he gave me an empty envelope and another piece of the envelope. Someone must be tore it and took inside the envelope. How cruel..sniff 

my poor letter T.T


He told me he didnt received my letter directly and Mr.Postman just left my letter outside our gate. Huaaaa... T.T

Im wondering what was inside the envelope. Its small and I guess my friend didnt send me anything beside letter for example souvenir. So, what the thief gonna do with my letter. We're not even spy and had some secret talk on our letter.  Im sure that thief doesnt even understand what my friend's talking on it.  Aishhh... so annoying :s
Every letter from my penpals are precious to me. Especially that letter is her first letter from France. She lived in Belgium before but because of her new job she moved to France and I've been waiting for her story for that.. :(

Anyway, I already sent email to my friend for my apologies and asked her whether she put inside something other than letter on it. Im curious.. 
At least I will know the purpose was just that something. 
But if its just for that letter, uhmm.. its kinda weird????