Sunday, June 17, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Tears in Sleep
It's been almost 3 years now...
Dreams came and brought me into tears.
Right, I was crying during my sleep. I don't know if that sounds terrible or not.
Cause I just felt the dream was so real. Every time the dream had me crying, it made me think it was real.
All of these years, the dreams got different stories. But why is it always related to mom? No idea!
A year ago, I searched an article about crying during asleep. Many people say it's just because before you sleep, you have this sadness emotion that you think about all night and so it comes out during your sleep. I think they are right.
Somehow, I remembered about "the secrets" that I was talking about in the other post. I post it before I slept. So it came to my dream. I couldn't cry that time. But the tears came out during my sleep.
I feel like my life is just full of drama. This complicated and annoying curiosity of myself. Deep inside me, I don't even know who I am.
That's why I feel terrible and sad emotions at times.
I want my head to know more about me. I want to know the fact about me.
Why does everyone keep a secret about me? Why can't they tell me about me??
Who am I?
Today, I got up from my sleep then I took my phone right away. I saw a notification sign of twitter. I clicked on the twitter icon and read the timeline. Just right there on the first tweet of the timeline, I saw a tweet from @infojakarta. It says, "Tidur saat mengalami peristiwa/perasaan yang menyedihkan malah bisa buat perasaan jadi lebih buruk....."
It's weird cause it is kinda like the answer to my curiosity.
I clicked the tweet to read more. Here what it says http://kosmo.vivanews.com/news/read/281419-tidur-bisa-buat-perasaan-buruk--makin-buruk
Yes, I've found the answer of my curiosity of the tears in my dreams hehehe
I thought it was a weird thing of crying in the sleep. Like a supernatural thing hahahahaha
Dreams came and brought me into tears.
Right, I was crying during my sleep. I don't know if that sounds terrible or not.
Cause I just felt the dream was so real. Every time the dream had me crying, it made me think it was real.
All of these years, the dreams got different stories. But why is it always related to mom? No idea!
A year ago, I searched an article about crying during asleep. Many people say it's just because before you sleep, you have this sadness emotion that you think about all night and so it comes out during your sleep. I think they are right.
Somehow, I remembered about "the secrets" that I was talking about in the other post. I post it before I slept. So it came to my dream. I couldn't cry that time. But the tears came out during my sleep.
I feel like my life is just full of drama. This complicated and annoying curiosity of myself. Deep inside me, I don't even know who I am.
That's why I feel terrible and sad emotions at times.
I want my head to know more about me. I want to know the fact about me.
Why does everyone keep a secret about me? Why can't they tell me about me??
Who am I?
Today, I got up from my sleep then I took my phone right away. I saw a notification sign of twitter. I clicked on the twitter icon and read the timeline. Just right there on the first tweet of the timeline, I saw a tweet from @infojakarta. It says, "Tidur saat mengalami peristiwa/perasaan yang menyedihkan malah bisa buat perasaan jadi lebih buruk....."
It's weird cause it is kinda like the answer to my curiosity.
I clicked the tweet to read more. Here what it says http://kosmo.vivanews.com/news/read/281419-tidur-bisa-buat-perasaan-buruk--makin-buruk
Yes, I've found the answer of my curiosity of the tears in my dreams hehehe
I thought it was a weird thing of crying in the sleep. Like a supernatural thing hahahahaha
Thursday, January 19, 2012
An Accountant and A Writer
Need to write more. Need the inspiration. Does accountant count as a writer?
Yes, a book-writer and an accountant are the same. They write their stories but in different ways.
A book-writer tells his stories in a lot of words. Meanwhile, an accountant tells his stories through numbers.
But I'm here trying to be both of them.
I study accounting but I also write. Well, not writing a book. But I like telling stories of my own :)
Yes, a book-writer and an accountant are the same. They write their stories but in different ways.
A book-writer tells his stories in a lot of words. Meanwhile, an accountant tells his stories through numbers.
But I'm here trying to be both of them.
I study accounting but I also write. Well, not writing a book. But I like telling stories of my own :)
Driving Around The City of Jakarta
Giving me advices about family while driving around the city. It was touching.
He asked me, "If you know that you are dying in few years, what are you going to do?"
I replied, "I would learn more about religion, prayer, be nice, doing good stuffs". Then he said, "if it was me, I would spend the years with my family. if I'm married I would spend it my kids and wife. If not, I'd spend it with my parents"
"Oh yes, parents!"
"Yes, you should spend more with your parents. Don't regret it later of what you're doing now"
I just couldn't say anything else. I shut my mouth for this very rare moment.
I never liked to get lectured but this time I just couldn't say a word.
He was giving me nice advices. I thanked him for those.
For my appreciation, I didn't deny his words.
There was one thing I wanted to tell him about. But I've always kept it with me. For the first time that I am afraid to tell him something what's on my head. Maybe he shouldn't know more about me. Let it be a secret forever.
My life is sure full of secrets, you know. Secrets that people wouldn't expect.
He asked me, "If you know that you are dying in few years, what are you going to do?"
I replied, "I would learn more about religion, prayer, be nice, doing good stuffs". Then he said, "if it was me, I would spend the years with my family. if I'm married I would spend it my kids and wife. If not, I'd spend it with my parents"
"Oh yes, parents!"
"Yes, you should spend more with your parents. Don't regret it later of what you're doing now"
I just couldn't say anything else. I shut my mouth for this very rare moment.
I never liked to get lectured but this time I just couldn't say a word.
He was giving me nice advices. I thanked him for those.
For my appreciation, I didn't deny his words.
There was one thing I wanted to tell him about. But I've always kept it with me. For the first time that I am afraid to tell him something what's on my head. Maybe he shouldn't know more about me. Let it be a secret forever.
My life is sure full of secrets, you know. Secrets that people wouldn't expect.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Saturday, December 24, 2011
I'm through with it now.
Why am I the only who's trying to change? I know that I am not perfect in your eyes that's why I am trying to change.
Don't you feel you're not perfect either?
What I don't like is that when there's a problem, you never want to solve it right away. You always keep it on your own. Why do you always do that? You don't trust me?
Or are you afraid to face a problem?
Seriously, if you are a gentle man please stop running away from anything T_T
Why am I the only who's trying to change? I know that I am not perfect in your eyes that's why I am trying to change.
Don't you feel you're not perfect either?
What I don't like is that when there's a problem, you never want to solve it right away. You always keep it on your own. Why do you always do that? You don't trust me?
Or are you afraid to face a problem?
Seriously, if you are a gentle man please stop running away from anything T_T
Friday, December 23, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Being With You
Moments that I wouldn't forget all my life
Being with you
Nothing to regret of
Being with you
Though we battle
You know it's not your mistakes
But you smile and say "My fault"
You make my world upside down
Happiness and sadness
But,
Being with you
Nothing to regret
Do you feel the same
As how I feel when I am
Being with you
Will you stay the same
Like how we used to
Being with you
Is the greatest moment
That I always keep in my memory
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