i'm nineteen now.
isnt that great?
i mean, God is really kind to let a person, a girl like me to stay in His beautiful world.
19 is kinda a big enough number for me.
u know what? i don't think i could live through 25.
i can't imagine my self blow the 25 candles.
i feel like i have a short life. i dont know why.
i feel blessed being the first born child.
because i know that one time long ago, for my case, 19 years ago.
September 18, 1991. 13:10 WIB.
two people cried happy tears and looked at me like an angel.
the one person, he gave me life lessons and everything he could in my first 8 years.
the other one, i know, she always looks at me like i'm her 'something'
i love them.
and for 'the other one', she is my reason to live now.
she holds me here, to not meet my 'the one'
and i wanna live a day before she dies.
if she lives an hundred, i wanna live an hundred minus one.
so i wont lose her at all.
Dad, i'm nineteen now.
Dont you miss me?
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