I was on a business in this lovely saturday morning where i heard this song by mika, any other world.
Maybe, you want listen to it while reading through. Give time to load.
Where was i… oyea business. i bought some pinch cake (kue cubit, literally) 500rups each, i thought, man, when did they get this expensive. My childhood memories crossed my mind in instant, how i used to play with my grandpa and grand ma and wonder how’s life if they still around. Now their gone… i mean people come and go, some not return to your life but they touched you a little bit and make you who you are today. then it came to me like a lighting stroke, have i touch people’s life, will someone remember me like how my family still remember my grandpa or still talking about my great great grandpa. I mean, at some point in the future, people stop talking about you, unless you’re Genghis Khan, Einstein, Hitler, Buddha, or maybe some musician who release some album (at some point in the future your music still available in the internet for free download or your kid will show their kid about your music and they tell their friend and their friend likes it).
Well, different things flashes in my mind about my life and when i was deep in my thoughts i saw penjual kambing chasing one of the goat in the middle of the street. apparently the goat jumped out of their pickup and went berserk. i went, hey i did that couple years ago. Not actually chasing down the flock in the street, but, sit in the back of a pickup covered with sheet of something shaped like a tent with “Qurban on da move” writing pake pylox. man, that was one of a night. it was rain, it was damp, and hell it was stink. it so stink i’m used to it. nowadays i can tell how healthy a goat just by the looks of their shit, no kidding.
Now, in almost in the same time, 2 penjual jamu crossed the street all ready all pretty with their makeups. One of them caught my eyes and she smiled. i think it was the most sincere smile i ever seen in my life. they like what, 40, 50ish and make a living by selling jamu and it was 1pm in the dead of day where the sun shone gloriously while my HD2 telling me there are rain storm coming in. while i’m sitting here in a merc all smoking and slurping slurpee. i mean i just spend 20kRups for leisure while these ladies make, what, 50KRups a day? with all those efforts. Picture this, Penjual Jamu smiling at me and on the background all the commotion about that goat.
Then my thought move to,”hey why dont i record a video for my daughters now and put’em in my will letter, passed down to them like 5 years after i die. so they can learn something about their dad, eventhough he already 6ft underground”. y’know, i want to be next to them when they first get in to school, listen to them when they get their first break up, be in the picture on their graduation party, their wedding, when they giving birth to my grand kid, still around when my grandkid take his/her first step, and repeat all the cycles all over again. if only i can live for 100 years.
That Song absolutely going to be into my playlist in my funeral along with; ColdPlay – Fix You, Five for Fightings – 100 Years, Blink182 – Adam’s Song, Music For Sale – Pergi untuk sementara, Bill Withers – Lovely Day, … and … well, i’m still looking for more 
… have you prepare yours?
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