So three days ago (Wed, August 9) was my birthday, my 23rd one. coincidentally that same day was my Lunar-based-Balinesse birth day called otonan.
that very day, my age was the exact multiplicity of 210, because the Otonan is celebrate each and every 210 days since i was born.
actually, all my Balinesse-Hindu-1984-born fella would celebrate their birthday and otonan at the same day this year. i hope it's a good sign.
my 23 years of presence on earth was celebrate by mother of earth by sending a significant earthquake right about 1 hour passed midnight. was she furious?
or she just wanted the whole island to woke up and commemorate those day as a special day, since it was my birthsay! for earth sake!
just like the Singaporean. the whole nation took a day off on my birthday, set up a firework show, etc. the whole nation was celebrating my birthday while celebrate the nation's Independence day.
for my Singaporean fellas, let consider the day off was my birthday treat for you all. It was the best birthday treat, don't you think? A day off of hectic office so you can go snorkling with the whole room-mates
and boyfriend (wasn't it Lisa?)
now...i'm waiting for my birthday gift. I do appreciate all the international calls you've made, but it won't replace your obligation to send me my birthday gift. hahaha.
as for Bayu, i'm waiting for the 'expensive flip-flip', Lippe, where's my long-waited shirt? and Puchi, I told you before about those pant, right?
back to the birthday boy. what's with the 23 years of age? what i've done?
that's the question I made to myself.
and the answer is...
I've done alot. more than people think of what i could've done. some was good and the others not so swell. as my mother told me long before i grown up, 'experience is the best teacher'. but she told me in a religious cover story ,it's interesting that it still remind me. I had made alot of teacher and i'm planning to share it with everyone. again, for the sake of mother earth!
what would i do next?
i'll do nothing. i'll just live my life. follow the ride on this stream of life. i've made several destination points but it'll act as a reminder that i hope will keep me sober and conscious in this world full of dreams and illusion.
i am my own god, and i don't mind if you be your own god. don't tell me what to do because i have my own god, myself!
and I think I'm drunk.
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MY LOSS
Today is my grandpa’s funeral day. He passed away on Saturday, the day before my plan to visit him on hospital. I haven’t seen him for months. And I regret that I didn’t spent some of my time to see him.
He was my grandfather from mother side; younger brother of my mom’s father. He has a daughter and a son. Both were married.
My grandpa had been through difficult situation for the last couple of year. His son was on a run in Borneo, married to a woman from Banyuwangi for almost 4 years. The situation made my grandpa devastated. On 2005, his son finally comeback home and leaved the woman. The son now married to a Balinese and has a daughter.
During the run of his son, my grandpa put a lot of energy to bring his son back. Many spiritual ceremonies were held to break the so-called black magic that the woman put on his son. Families were sent to Banyuwangi to meet the woman families. But there’s no sign of his son. Of the uncertainty and distress, my grandpa’s health gradually decreased.
When I was a child; my grandpa often gave me and my sister some money for cleaning up the house. He used to bring home a pack of side of bread he collected from his workplace, a hotel in Denpasar, which become the awaited luxury treat when we were young.
He was our favorite grandpa.
I remember I was playing cat and mouse with my cousin. He climbed the cocoa tree, and then I pulled him down. Accidentally we broke a big branch of the tree. At that time we were so scared that grandpa will angry. By the time grandpa came from work, all he care was our safety.
Luckily I didn’t miss his funeral or else I’ll regret even more, like I did to my grandma. That’s another story.
Well, I hope you had a great time on earth grandpa! We’ll meet again tomorrow or so. It’s about time when your families check out from this fucked-up world and join you (or your current state of mind) somewhere.
Ciao!
He was my grandfather from mother side; younger brother of my mom’s father. He has a daughter and a son. Both were married.
My grandpa had been through difficult situation for the last couple of year. His son was on a run in Borneo, married to a woman from Banyuwangi for almost 4 years. The situation made my grandpa devastated. On 2005, his son finally comeback home and leaved the woman. The son now married to a Balinese and has a daughter.
During the run of his son, my grandpa put a lot of energy to bring his son back. Many spiritual ceremonies were held to break the so-called black magic that the woman put on his son. Families were sent to Banyuwangi to meet the woman families. But there’s no sign of his son. Of the uncertainty and distress, my grandpa’s health gradually decreased.
When I was a child; my grandpa often gave me and my sister some money for cleaning up the house. He used to bring home a pack of side of bread he collected from his workplace, a hotel in Denpasar, which become the awaited luxury treat when we were young.
He was our favorite grandpa.
I remember I was playing cat and mouse with my cousin. He climbed the cocoa tree, and then I pulled him down. Accidentally we broke a big branch of the tree. At that time we were so scared that grandpa will angry. By the time grandpa came from work, all he care was our safety.
Luckily I didn’t miss his funeral or else I’ll regret even more, like I did to my grandma. That’s another story.
Well, I hope you had a great time on earth grandpa! We’ll meet again tomorrow or so. It’s about time when your families check out from this fucked-up world and join you (or your current state of mind) somewhere.
Ciao!
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