Nocturne Prince

Why…

I don’t know where to start. I feel like…I don’t know how I feel. Much news from the artist has been shocking me recently… And today… Jung Da Bin, she has left this world with the way which was not proper. Towel… bathroom… I’m not a fan of her but can’t be denied, tears falling down. Her movie with Song Seung Hun is one of my favourite movies. I love this movie so much and I have watched it for many times. So I became familiar with her face. And that news is shocking me really.

I want to believe that it was a murder or an accident. Beside, she was drunk the night before. Someone who can do something like that must have a very deep sorrow and depression and it really needs a huge courage to do it. Even though I like hurting myself when I feel angry and sad, but there’s a limitation. I still can’t believe that she’s not here. It’s like it’s impossible. No way has she gone.

Are the pressures of being an artist that hard? Are that severe? I’m thinking about hide, thinking about Yoshiki. Yeah how can I not think about them…

One Litre Of Tears

This Japanese drama series was … ah… It’s really a sad movie yet so touching. And I became sadder and sadder, because it based on truth story. A 15 year old girl was diagnosed Ataxia illness, the loss of full control of bodily movements. How could there be such cruel disease in this world? But her family was really amazing. Always tried and supported her. They are such a sweet family. I’m proud with them, also her friends Asou and Mari who kept helping her.

The words sank in my mind when Asou’s father said to Aya’s mom, that he had lost his son in sudden, without even saying goodbye. That Aya’s mom was luckier because she could still see her daughter and spend the time together until finally Aya really had to go. Also what inside the Doctor’ minds about what he had to do to his patient.

Looked how this young girl struggling, feel more ashamed to my own self. Discontented feeling which keep inside me. Always want more and more.

After watching it, I went sleeping. I woke up with fear yet relieved. I was dreaming I sat on the wheel chair.

In My Place

The water was about my stomach-height. Yeah, flood was here for about a week. On the second day, I went out to the city because we had something to do that moment. So we had to go even though we had to walk in the flood. It’s impossible for our car to breakthrough the water. We were walking in the water for about 2-3 miles before we finally stood in the place which was dry without flood. Then we got in into a public transportation which took us right to our destination. But we didn’t go home after that, because my grandma’s house was over there too so we stayed there. And only for 2 days, because I kept feeling worried about my home and missed my home and yeah missed my dogs. Hehe…

So I went back. The water was higher than the time when we went out. We took some shortcut so we didn’t walk the same way we took before and we didn’t walk that far. Stepped my feet in a house complex, I could see the water, the flood. Yeah almost near my home, just 1 kilometers from there. Then we got onto a small raft (and it’s the first time for me) and paddled us to our home.

Yeah, my home, even though no electricity. The electricity was already turned off when I went out. My night was lit by the flashlight and fire from the wick. No electricity, no internet, so couldn’t go online. I spent my day by reading the book that I had bought exact a year ago, Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. Yeah, because I really had no time to read it. And why Dumbledore has to die? I was already sad when it happened to Sirius Black. Oops! Ok, back again, watching people playing the water, even though you know, it’s dirty and unhealthy. And watching people playing with their rubber boat and small raft. Rowed here and rowed there. That’s funny.

Well, the electricity has turned on and finally I can see my cell phone and write my blogs! So happy!!!