easily touched?
Thursday, December 06, 2007 @ 6:03 AM
Hello readers! Which one of you guys here are tired of being happy? Ha. =)
WARNING: Emotional people may want to stay away.
Today shall be declared (for me) Poignant Day.
Why?
Well, if you like reading story books, and can't get enough of pets, I seriously recommend this book.
I, Stephanie Juniarta, am like the walking tin, - except that I'm softer of course - like the one in "The Wizard of OZ", heart of stone. I never cry when reading a book, or even in cinemas or TV series. Seriously, I don't usually cry unless someone hurt me emotionally.There was this time when I fell of a scooter and scraped my elbow and knee until my flesh was clearly visible, and I did not shed a single tear. Of course, I whined, howl, but no tears.
This book however, like OMG, I was sobbing towards the end.
The story is about an autistic boy whose world was unlocked by this dog. Do you know? People who are autistic are usually ignorant to the people around him/her. However, this dog managed to emerge into his world and even taught him sensitive nature such as empathy. Initially, he wasn't even able to distinguish between joy and sorrow.
Have you ever had a pet? Especially dogs. They are incredible creatures. I remember once, when my sister and I had a fight. When I cried, my dog, Brownie, came to me and gave a look of worry, as if he understood my feelings.
Unfortunately, like this story, he left us. The way the author wrote the book, arggh! you guys got to grab this book and give it a shot! =)
Secondly, I am watching this show "Supermama Seleb Show", where celebrities (Indonesians, of course), together with their mom perform songs. There was this group who sang the song "AYAH". Ayah means father in Indonesian.
Here goes the lyric:
Untuk ayah tercinta
(To my dearest father)
Aku ingin bernyanyi
(I want to sing)
Walau airmata di pipiku
(Despite the tears on my cheek(s))
Ayah dengarkanlah
(Father, listen)
Aku ingin berjumpa
(I want to see you)
Walau hanya dalam mimpi
(Even if it was only in a dream)
And if you bothered to guess, yes, his father (and husband to the Mom) had passed away. While they were singing, the Mom cried halfway while the son was prominently holding back tears.
I did not cry, but it was so heart-rending that many of the audiences cried along. Sorry for the random photo, that is the only video/mp3 clip I could find =/
Bah, life in Indonesia has been pretty fine! Jessica is back in Indonesia but I can't even get to contact her. Jejessss! CONTACT ME!
I'm currently like a tourist here, with cameras everywhere =D
I am going to show all of you lucky readers, the insight of Jakarta.
Anyway, to sum up the Emotional night, here's a poignant bedtime story. It was my last practice essay I had before I sat for my English Paper.
THE LAST GOODBYE
It was the twelfth of June, another mundane Sunday when "work" was totally out of my mind. As I sat on the couch, munching on my favourite chips, laughing whilst watching "FRIENDS" for the seventh time, the phone rang unexpectedly. After all, it was eight in the morning; on a Sunday morning. Reluctantly, I dragged my feet and picked up the phone.
"Hello, may I speak to Miss Stephanie please?" came a husky voice of a female.
After the long and unpleasant conversation, I put down the phone. She, the nurse from Greenwich Hospital just called and informed me that my mom had been suffering from leukaemia. Suddenly, Joey from "FRIENDS" did not seem funny.
My mom was never a Mom to our family. She was just a mother, whom had given birth to me, and a wife, to many men. She beat me when I refused to wash the dishes, she reprimanded each and every one of us in the family when we disobeyed her. There was never a day when my half-siblings and I got spared. That is, until 22nd February'1997. I never forget this date because that was the day she left us for another man, the day she promised us a better life in the future, and the day, we last saw her. The unforgivable goodbye.
As i arrived at the given hospital room number, I hesitated as millions of thoughts raced through my mind. Have all my other siblings visited her? Should I leave or proceed in?
Abruptly, the door opened. A sprucely dressed nurse, seemingly in her forties came out. She scrutinized me as i shrank back in fear of her piercing eyes. "Are you Stephanie?" she asked me dubiously.
She grasped the crook of my hand as soon as i nodded in agreement, and brought me to where my mom was lying at. My heart sank as I saw her frail figure. She was different from the woman that I loathed. The creases at the corner of her eyes had deepened, and her face was hollowed out from her weight loss. Her thick long hair had been stripped away away by the drugs that were meant to make her well. I moved closer as my leery eyes met her weak hazel eyes.
"Sorry," she muttered under her breath as tears layered her eyes.
"It's okay," I replied, "It's okay Mom."
We did not say much as she was too sick to talk. However, I accompanied her until Jenny, the nurse, acquainted that the visiting time was over.
"I will see you tomorrow, Mom," I whispered as i held her vulnerable hands.
She smiled and gestured me to make a move.
Mom died the next day, at two in the morning. Jenny informed me on her death and thanked me for making a visit the day before. She believed my mother left in peace after obtaining my forgiveness.
It was the fourteenth of June, another cloudy Tuesday when "work" was back on my mind. It was also the day my mom's friends and relatives came in black, including my half-siblings and I, and bid her a permanent farewell.
