p i p e d r e a m

So today is a father's day. I think it's a quarter hour left to write any dramatic piece about memories and any sadness left (like I used to do at times like these)(and Plath's Bell of Jar was my favorite) But I didn't caught in any downroad spiral anymore, so I wanted to write an easy letter for him tonight. A conversation any daughter and father could have between afternoon coffees or morning newspapers. * To my dear dear Father who greatly greatly miss , Dad, just today when I set up my 'nest' in grandma's room I drop my stuff a lot while trying to bring everything in my two hands, I remember you always remind me to bring things one by one. I just wash my hair too, it's already grow long now, like you'll always love. it's wet and I put a small towel behind, and also I remember you dryed my hair and put a towel behind so the water didn't soaked at the back of my cloth. This and that are little things I'm still doing upon every remembran...

I remember this particular brand of chocolate was the first and last chocolate from my father. Received it times ago back when I was a child. Even if I bought for myself today, it still achingly heartwarming. Bring back the exact excited old feel of mine. So, today is the great day. Like, the greatest of all. I finished final exam without any burden, went home by train, falling asleep in the middle of trip and woke up just in time it reach my destination. I ate pretty delicious food for late lunch, bought a chocolate for dessert. I've already finish all tasks for this compact semester which means I get to do that lazily-laying-on-bed-and-reading-a-novel thing. Quickly surfed internet just to watch this new release video I've been waiting for a while before took a bath and went out. Now here I am in the mood for journaling my pretty perfect day. uhm, actually I got home a little late for dinner and all the foods are already in the refrigerator. Since I really hate cold food (eve...

hello! it's holiday season here, and I'm writing this from a porch where all you can see are the potted plant. It's August again! my father month. I just wanted to say Happy birthday in advance for him trough this post. (and trough a prayer too, maybe tonight) actually I kinda feel nothing special about birthday, specially mine. I'm finding it not so important whatsoever. I don't know why. Remembering about it is the most thing I can do about my birthday. For me, a birthday present isn't that special. A present for nothing is way more special. like, when someone give you a gift on the one ordinary day for no reason. Back to August. I tune my father songs every year on his birthday. I made playlist content his favorite songs which he always told me to play the moment he saw me turn on my computer. We have this kind of habit to sharing thoughts, what we read on books, latest newspaper issues, people and music. Including the singer, lyric, and all. We share like, e...

'If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there' to my father and grandma. there some wishes from me. to your path. both of you. I know it isn't San Fransisco take place. but I hope that was a better place than here. somewhere nice. with nice people and weather, with some flowers too. top of that I'll pray for you. I know, you did that to me. so long. so.. long.

i have no idea how many times i've watch this video with my father. i'm sitting here now in my room, just meet him in my dream. he stand in front of me here at our house, using his ordinary outfit and we talk. God, i have no idea. how much. i miss Him. glad to meet you at dream, pap just stay where you are now, stay happy. will always miss you. and also, i can't stop loving you :)

Back when I was a ch i ld Before l i fe removed all the innocence My father would lift me high And dance with my mother and me and then  He was there. right after me, listen to the radio while i'm busy on my computer. he was my only one soul mate to chat, about anything. when my mom doesn't know a thing and my brother doesn't understand a thing. we both are the perfect couple in our house. my ear big just like him, my eyebrows thick, just like him, my mind set just like him. he once made me cry. and also made me laugh.  Spin me around till I fell asleep  Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved   I can't watch tv without remembering his favorite shows, I can't eat without remembering his favorite dishes, i can't listen musics without remembering his favorite song, I can't look around the house without remember his favorite spot. I can't write without remember his handwriting. I just can't. without him. These five da...