Tuesday, February 21, 2012

It's me and that's you


Sometimes I  wonder what people think about me. I'm not good enough, I know that, at least I admit it honestly :)

I found my diary when I cleared my room up. It's an old thing. I remembered that I bought it after my graduation, since my veryyy close friends took their ways, continued study out of this city. And my mind pop up the fact: it must be difficult to be as close as we were at Senior High School. I was in my worst day ever, since my grandpa passed away and about something else that dissapointed me so much. I needed another close friend. And here it is: diary!

        I opened the pages one by one and realize that almost the stories are about experiences in my work.
One day, when I was waiting for the next class, a pre-school student came to me. I talked within fake smile that I usually put on my lips. It's better than thought about what should  I say if someone asked about my worry. He's so cute. He's David Simon. Well, at first it disturbed me. Can't you just leave me alone? I shouted inside. Because I hated to take my fake smile (I don't like to pretend like everything's okay when I guess it's not), and he came to me and forced me to do that. Erggghhh! But you know, at last I enjoyed our conversation. Since like I said, he's so funny.

 I thought it would be nice if I could explore his thought. I asked him about his activities, how he enjoyed them, about his families member, his home, and his dream.
        "David, have u known what u want to be in the future?", I asked, I knew I shouldn't ask this to not-five-years-old-yet-boy.
        Then he answered, "I wanna be like you, kak".
 It worked. He made me laugh.

I wonder what I looked like, and about his dream, were those the same thing?

Still in my curiosity :D *Novia*

2 comments:

putuindarmeilita.blogspot.com said...

fake smile, eh? I do it often. But mostly, I do it sincerely.

Anyway, it's interesting... your diary, Vi. I had some too. Wrote a lot in it, but had to stop when my mom started to become a curious hag (i hate her so much that time), and read all my stories there.
But I just can laugh it now. It was funny though.

Nonanovnov said...

Diary itu girl's thing kali mbak :)..
Yeah, that's funny when we re-read it.
Btw, should we blame Mom for her curiousity of her daughter??
I tried to make a permanent line on my mind that all of those things (that Mom did, do and will) should be done for her love *belipat lidah buat kalimat ini :D*

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