mbak ala, flea & anthony kiedis, my brother & brother-in-law, my ex, some of my old friends came to visit our house.
the lamps were dimming so i instructed someone to get new ones.
when anthony & flea were leaving, we had photo ops at the terrace.
Tag: ex-boyfriend
Log #8
L killed someone and i was to cover him up because i was the only one who knew about the murder. we had a painful argument for he wasn’t sure i would be able to keep the secret. i tried to make him understand that he could trust me. in the end, he cried like a baby finally realizing that i was actually the only one he could rely on.
Log #5
i was back in high school but the people were from today.
peaceful atmosphere. no conflicts. things felt very stable.
can’t remember much, though, except for this: my ex-boyfriend and P were about to walk past me when P suddenly turned to say hello. we then kissed each other’s cheeks.
i woke up feeling really, really strange.
Log #3
i was wounded and so was a girl friend of mine. she was shot at the back and i could see the bloody hole clearly. i didn’t know how bad my wound was, though, or how it actually looked.
luckily, we were already in a hospital’s front yard. a couple of paramedics came rushing out and ordered us to lie on our bellies on the stretchers. we had to hold on to the sides of the stretchers, like riding a bicycle. apparently, it wasn’t too much of a hassle for us for we could still talk and move normally despite the blood and all.
done with all the medical treatments, i went to a concert hall which was so huge its ceiling was actually the starry, out-of-spacey skies. to get to the upper stories, we had to climb a long stairs of meteorites. the length between each meteorites seemed further than the length of my steps and that scared the wits out of me. so i decided to sit downstairs. after all, those balcony-like meteor floors were kind of reserved for well-known local bands, like Sheila on 7 and Dewa (yeah, they were there alright!).
i sat in one of the front seats on the left wing together with my high school friends. sitting next to me was my ex-boyfriend. not long after that, my sociology teacher appeared on stage. it turned out we weren’t going to see a music concert, we were going to receive a lecture.