Today I met my grandpa sister. Well, I usually call her grandma (translate in English). We met several family in Jakarta and after that I went to church. Australia Hillsong college rocks the stage! 17.00 p.m, time to go home. When I arrived at my dorm, I got phone call from grandma. She asked me if I was free for dinner with her friends and others. I approved the invitation and rush to our meeting point at Central Park. A little chit chat and then I went home by myself after dinner.
I was alone in the room, flashing back old memories. When I was a child, I was the one who is being pampered the most. Maybe it’s the “first grandson” syndrome. I feel kinda sad when I looked at my grandma face, old with wrinkles on it. The face that used to cry when I failed her, the faced that used to smile when I’m happy, the face that comfort me when I was sad. White colour on his hair, the crown of wisdom. Remembering me of the advice I had, although I always ignored them.
Aside from family zone, I found myself are in a bizarre zone. I feel more like a stranger in my second home at dorm. We used to be very closed each other,but recently everything is changing. People come and go but life goes on. I wish the best for all of us in this dorm, let this memory never fade away.
90 eternal! My best friends from primary and junior school and still they are the best. Starting from the fatest one, very proud of himself, but kind-hearted. The curly one, try to be fashionable,but always looks strange for me (lol). The tallest and the most handsome of all. Although he used to bully me all the time, but he is very friendly. Eventhough he studies abroad and have many friends, he still remember me. *so touching
MyHome, how are you? Just left Medan for few days and I miss them already.I still contact few of them, thanks God for people who create Facebook, Twitter and Blackberry! It’s an unspeakable joy to see you all lead a happy and purpose driven life. Few of them are going to their campus outside of Indonesia ( You know who I mean *winking at Taiwan-ers and China-ers). Glad to know that their vacation are colourful.
Life is just like the spectrum, spectrum of colour. It is filled with many colour. Red, yellow, blue, green, etc, you name it. It won’t be perfect until all colours are included in it. I just realized blue is one of them. After writing this, the blue is gone, deep inside myself. It will emerge when I needed it again. When I need to recall our times together, dad, mom, pal, all of you. It gives me strength to live this life. Of course God is the main factor.
Finally, night has come, where the blue skies turn into dark. But tomorrow, when the sun rises, I believe that blue skies will come out..once again…





