I’m wearing:
Zig-zag wide pashmina by Hijabeez (IDR 55k)
Denim dress by Girls Collection (IDR 115k)
Hot orange flower brooch by Hijnee Gloun (IDR 15k)
Please excuse the awkward poses. I was photographed by this cute guy (ha!)
After being busy for about two weeks and rarely had time to spare for relaxing, I finally get to stay at home for the last two days, thanks to this bruise on my left foot. A and I had a small accident on Sunday evening when we were en route to my house after having a date. His motorcycle almost hit a cab and in attempt to avoid crashing right into it, he swerved to the right but my left leg successfully rammed the cab’s rear bumper. No broken bones, though. I only ended up having this not-so-big-yet-not-too-small bruise. Thank goodness. The brighter side of this story is that I get to sit and laze around at home, eating ice cream and listening to Pitch Perfect soundtrack album. It has been raining these past two days, so I couldn’t be happier to stay at home.
You know that some people (or somebody?) say that the cure for a broken heart is salt water: tears, sweat, or the sea. I’d like to add that beside salt water, a roadtrip also cures the pain. I had both on Saturday.
Vicky and I had been talking about taking a roadtrip since two weeks ago. There were two plans back then: Jakarta or Cianjur. Since Vicky never drove too far from Bandung, the two options were the only possible destinations. We decided to choose Jakarta and go to Ancol beach. We also asked Irma to join us and so on Saturday morning, we went on our very first roadtrip.
The road to Ancol was not very packed, as it was highway all the way there. There was only some traffic jam in the tollgates, but other than that, it was just fun. We arrived in Ancol at around 11am. We only spent two hours there, taking pictures and sitting around. We went home at 1pm because we had to be home by dusk.
This was really fun. We should do this more often.
PS. Thank you very much for all the loves for Billy. I don’t believe in pet heaven or the like, but I’m sure all the good souls will go to a better place when they leave this world. Thank you very much. It makes me feel better to know that he is loved even after he is gone.
I had prepared a somewhat happy post about something happened to me last week, but then Saturday came and my heart got broken so bad. I woke up a little late that day to find Billy lying on the bathroom floor, motionless. I quickly grabbed him up and called his name. He didn’t even meow at me; he just looked at me. His body was very cold and couldn’t do anything. He did try to stand up only to fall back down.
I took him to a clinic near my house. However, since it was Saturday and still eight in the morning, the clinic wasn’t open yet. I stroked Billy’s fur and told him to be patient. He just looked at me and meowed nothing. I decided to take him to a farther clinic, but the doctor was on a vacation. I once again stroked Billy’s fur and told him to bear with me. I went back to the first clinic and luckily the clinic was already open by then.
But God had another plan. When I opened Billy’s basket, he wasn’t breathing anymore. He’s gone.
I cried at the clinic’s parking lot, hugging him tightly in my arms. He was very small and already cold. His eyes were empty and so was my heart. I had never lost a pet and this broke my heart so much. I cried at the parking lot for half an hour, all alone.
Then I went home and hugged Miss Molly, whispering “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” repeatedly like it would change something. I knew I should’ve seen the signs. Billy had shown some signs that he was ill since Thursday night but I ignored them. I knew there was something wrong but I shrugged the thought off. I’m such a bad pet owner.
A came over to my house to comfort me. I still hadn’t decided what to do with Billy’s body and he offered to take it to his office and bury it in his office’s backyard. So we took Billy to Dago. He dug a hole and I put Billy there. Just like that and he’s gone.
I still can feel him sleeping on my lap. I still can hear his purring sound. I still remember how he liked chasing flies and playing with dry leaves. I love him with all my heart. What makes me even more sad is the regret of ignoring his symptoms. My mind is still clouded up by the what if’s and I should’ve’s. He would’ve survived if only I wasn’t so stupid. He would’ve been here. He would’ve been still on my lap.
It’s been five days and I still cry myself to sleep.
Having three part-time jobs while working on skripsi turns out to be one hell of an overwhelming experience. But how ever overwhelming they are, I’m quite surprised at myself because I really enjoy it. I like being busy and having to jump from one place to another. While I still need to improve my social skills, I don’t mind receiving phone calls and visiting clients’ house (though I still hate making phone calls). The only thing that make me feel a little bit down lately is that Luna is sick. She has diarrhea and becomes very thin. I took her to the vet on Tuesday but she’s not getting any better. Please pray for her.