Gettin old...
Friday, May 13, 2005
I was looking at some pictures of me at my fuckin PC and, I'll tell you, I'm not only getting old, but looking like I'm getting old. There are all these dark turkey wrinkles under my eyes and I'm practically look pain and fuckedup than before (I hope this only my another damn illusions). On top of that my memory fails me sometimes these days. I'm not too happy about the fact that I've got nowhere to go but downhill physically, but there's nothing to do but accept it and try to take care of myself so I don't slip too fast. But I've got this friend who's in worse condition than me that way. He's almost thirty now, and she 's got some kind of stressfull life. When I came back from Bekasi recently I had thirteen messages on email. Close to half of them were from her, asking me to give her a call because she felt so lonely and isolated. Each call indicated she wasn't sure whether she made similar previous mails to me. She'd say things like, "I can't remember whether I put a message like this on your email or not." When I did get home I called her right away and she was confused. She'd keep on asking me where she could see "My contemplation," and I would tell her that she can opened at http://kontemplasihitamputih.blogspot.com. She keeps on repeating things over and over, not remembering that she'd said them before.She says that she wants me to call her because talking to me makes her feel good. Believe me, I feel good that I can make at least one person a bit happier. I've known her all my life and she's been very close to me. I'll call her every day from now on and hope it makes her feel a little better. Starting today.
Ten days again, , I'm not only getting old, but looking like I'm getting old. And she? Ahh.. I only want to make her bit more happier. Start my countdown..
