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My phone rang, it was unusul to find my friend suddenly calling at night. Her voice sounded so panic, telling our friend had an accident and probably passed away. It took me a long time to proceed her sentences. She wasn’t sure but she asked me the address or contact a family member.
I remembered that afternoon I was sitting on a bus thinking of how my friend wanted her hair smooth and straight like Avril Lavigne while I adored her wavy hair. Not knowing that night would be a nightmare. I thought the news weren’t true, I checked her phone or twitter to see if maybe she would say she’s alright. No updates, even from her friends, they say no one had arrived in the hospital. Traffic. Worry, panic, I prayed to God for a miracle. A miracle. A miracle like I’ve never prayed for such thing.
I couldn’t sleep and waiting for a friend to give me the good news, the miracle that God probably would give. Until a message got into the inbox began with the words “I’m sorry..”
I know people eventually will go, but I never thought some will leave too soon. It seemed like yesterday we talked about the future. Sitting at KFC laughing about how we would marry our favorite idol crush and/or naming our babies with their names. Sharing each other’s projects and business, going to campus and complaining for assignments, the way she called me “Kak (Sis)” because I was her senior in high school even though we were born on the same year, planning on meeting musicians whose shows/meet & greet we couldn’t get, excited for next concerts, robot class, foreign cultures, study abroad and joking about getting a free architecture design for future home from her and she would answer that there’s no lower price for friends.
It’s been a year. I sometimes would like to think she’s alive somewhere living her dreams. Becoming a well known architect or a doctor in Canada or any other country she wanted to go. But reality can’t be seen that way right?
A proverb says, “When an elephant dies, it leaves its ivory. A tiger leaves its stripes, and a man his name.” The things you do in life are remembered after you’re gone. Desy was the kind of person that would still be cheering up after losing some millions of the bank account like nothing really worst happened. She could suddenly give you cupcakes even if you didn’t ask. She was fun, easygoing, hilarious, yet she is trustable. She was a rare soul, a lovely friend, and the world will miss her.

Is it?

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9 year old discusses the meaning of life and the universe

“It’s an endless quest, without knowing what your quest is.”

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Niel Quisaba

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thatcreepyindian:

I made a comic or something
I do these things so infrequently 

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Dikasih tiket busway yang ga disobek sama sekali sama mbak-mbak atau masnya, padahal bisa aja gw pake lagi nanti. Bisa dibilang ini awal dari hari yang lucu.
Nunggu di halte lumayan lama. Akhirnya tiket ini gw korbanin jadi origami. Begitu busway dateng, gw dapet pintu masuk belakang busway. Ada 2 kursi kosong, 1 deket pintu belakang, 1 ditengah. Belum duduk, gw masih berdiri karena ada sesosok tampang familiar. Crap! Cowo yang gw-jatoh-di-pangkuan-nya waktu di angkot. Gw inget dari kacamata, gaya rambutnya, idung mancungnya, pakaiannya aja nyaris sama kaya pertama ketemu. Dia duduk tepat disamping kursi kosong bagian tengah. Sadar gw terbengong sendiri dan beberapa udah ngeliatin gw kok gw ga duduk, yaudah gw jalan menuju pilihan kursi. Pas mau jalan, kursi daerah gw udah diincar bapak yang dateng dari pintu tengah. Kamper! Padahal bisa dia duduk disamping itu cowo! Lalu ga jalan lagi, melongo ruang khusus wanita, ga ada lowongan. Thank God ternyata cowo itu lagi asik molor, gw duduklah di samping terpaksa daripada berdiri sepanjang kemacetan dan diherani orang. Tadi sempet mikir jangan-jangan bakal jatoh lagi ngedudukin dia, dunia udah sempit, masa pilihan juga sempit.. Tapi engga kejadian tadi *sujud sukur*
Di bus cuma bisa dag dig dug. Was was kali dia melek terus nyadar tampang gw. Pas penumpang nambah, gw tawarin lah kursi panas gw ke mba depan gw. Alesannya udah mau turun. Padahal masih jauh. Deretan kursi tadi terus kosong lagi. Gw disuruh duduk, tetep gw tolak pake alasan sama. Cuma karena gw ga mau papasan sama ni orang. Turun dari busway gw tau dia tujuannya sama, gw buru-buru cabut dan berhasil ga terlihat :> Di angkot gw agak tenang, soalnya ada kemungkinan abangnya ga ngetem lama dan terakhir gw tengok belakang itu cowo masih jauh. Eh, abangnya nunggu doi ternyata ampe naik. Nyeeeeew. Gw sadar dia sadar akan kehadiran gw. Lirikannya terasa ngilu ke urat malu. Di jalan gw cuma bisa nunduk, nutup muka, liat ke arah lain, dan lipet-lipet duit. Baru tadi kayanya binus terasa jauh banget.

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