27/08/2023

the unspoken thought

I thought that I'm putting a lid already on what happened this afternoon.

But I'm not,
I was filled with unnecessary thoughts, filled to the brim, so here I am, letting them all out again.

Maybe I was seen like I'm asking the impossible. I know it myself, and I'm fully aware, that a human being cannot be controlled and must not be under the control of another. They were a free individual and respectively, no one should have a better say but the person themselves.

But this is a family, or rather, whatever left of a broken family.

It is not normal, it is also not accord to God's heart that a married couple, walk their separate ways and leaving all hell wreck loose in the middle of their battle.

Where else a person return but to their home? And what is home actually? Isn't home supposedly the place a family lived together.

But why? That I had no family?

Dad is staying in his own place, and now, the last person decided to yet again, choose her selfishness under the pretext of finding work.

If the plan was spoken clearly, a best possible outcome can be reached as a better solution.

But not like this,

If it's really an occupational reason, for work like how she stated in her long goodbye, then she didn't need to cut contact from the family and not being this sudden.
But she did, then it must be only for another reason.

How come that once again this leftover pieces of warmth I call home need to be grinded to fine dust and scattered once more?

Just to asking the unanswerable question is painful. The silence is deafening. And my stress level already skyrocketed beyond my tolerance level.

I am agasp, loss for air, sad, and confused once again.

Deep in my heart I loved them equally, because they were and still are my treasure. Despite the misgivings and my pain, I still genuinely care for their best interest, my small but seemingly distant family members, mom and dad, Nana and Angel, and also I'cik and not to forget A'ie in Tangerang.

They were people so dear to my heart, or what's left of a human heart after all of my years.

I'm imperfect in many aspects, but at least I try my best to put smile on their faces, but why the situation must roll into this current scenario?

Why... And a thousand why...

The monster I know as my depressive thoughts start to knock on the door once again, whispering fears and unspoken horror, that may never be true, but the doubt is more than enough to do the trick. The silence is start to get very deafening now....

My head is rolling thinking of nothing, and I'm not a fan of this distractions.

How I wish for everything to be in the right place, where everyone is happy, just like those lyrics from one of my favourite song, but it is true perhaps, that it's seemingly to be too much to ask for.


So, I am conflicted with no silver linings on my clouds tonight. How I wish that tomorrow when I wake up, everything is only a mere nightmare, and my mom never left home yesterday. 

There, another tears flow down... Looks like I'm still a human after all...

Just to close the entry in a good sense, I will tell you of what happened last dawn, or was it this dawn? Oh well.

As you may know, I'm insomniac, I barely sleep the whole night through. So if I'm not playing some games, reading books, or novels, or whatever distractions I can find to lulls me to sleep, I'm praying, with what sighs I may never be able to breathe in front of another person on the day, so, here I am, in the dead of the night, while all soul busily snore in their sleep, I spoke to my God with all things I never spoke to any living soul.

Suddenly the long thanksgiving roll into my mouth, for almos 20 minutes maybe, I just say thank you Jesus, Thank you Lord, thank you Holy Spirit, Thank you Father, etc.

As if preparing me for what took place this afternoon, I found my strength from several hours beforehand, in the presence of God, I rest my case.

So here I am again, asking for the presence of God to fill my heart again, so I can lay my case again... And find my rest in His sovereign will.
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am I psychic or what? she left the house..

Maybe I'm projecting my fear too much or maybe I am really capable of receiving an oracle and knowing the mistery of future before it even occurs.

Sorry to say this, I'm trying to encourage myself and ease my stormy nerves right now.

The news is, my mom left home just now.

Y'all know she is an adept at the art of escape, Houdini himself learn the craft from her perhaps.

Once a person commits herself to the craft of lie weaving and the art of being self-centred, they can execute a lie as if no guilt caught up with their conscience.

Hmm, I'm upset? Funny, I've predicted this already.

For the past weeks, I keep finding myself waving my hands at her while she is still here next to me, as if we're going to go our separate way soon. I kept waving my hands from time to time after calling her name, for no reason whatsoever.

Funny huh? My heart's of heart caught a glimpse of the future way before the escape occurred.

Nothing much happening, no fight no trigger no heated arguments no nothing, it's just she already planned this from long throw ahead of time.

Let me pent my frustration here, mind you, let me ask for your permission if I may.

Same old song that so repeatedly mentioned that it bore to a long-winded heartache even me myself. As if it numbed my senses, that's how often it occurred.

Two days ago, I caught a glimpse at her, facing her back at me, while she sat across my dad, both tending to their phones respectively.

How unusual, as she never sat with him before, especially my dad is a heavy chain-smoker, we all allergic to cigarettes smoke, I myself asthmatic if I inhaled too much smoke, maybe I forgot to tell you this before, but yes, due to the insecticide ingestion back then, there are some failures occurring to me, I just never tell anyone about it.

So, she sat on the same table right in front of the store, and I noticed when I walk closer, from the periphery vision, the name is Justin, the pseudonym she came up to cover the alias of her cheating partner on Fb, the man not much older than me, that's him.

It's the epitome where now I clearly seen it, while previously, for days before that, she did chat with someone and quickly hid her phone when she noticed anyone approaches. So from the body language we knew that it was basically something secret, what else if not with that person.

She did for the past week approached me and casually said a rethorical question, basically asking me if she moved next week to another city for work, will I missed her, and stuffs, if she died will I mourn for her and such.

From that alone I already know ahead of time that she planned yet another grand escape of her signature move.

The case is as such, back from May, her one and only job got stopped by the client, the excuse was they were planning a holiday for the kid, she taught a private lessons for a kid btw. The parent just simply discontinued the private tutoring with no news.

Hence, she is jobless at the moment  with basically no income whatsoever since the middle of May, and ever since, she busied herself with social media, TikTok and stuffs, basically busying herself from the void.

We opened a store where only I did the job, and occasionally my dad tend the store, the problem arises, the store didn't earn enough, with defisit on each end of month, low income, big expenses, mostly for daily sustenance.

It's a miracle how 3 person life can be sustained by not even 2 million rupiahs, half the monthly pay of lower ranking entry level salaryman. Of how it can be possible is a true mistery.

I got ill often, if I never tell you, then here's the news, I'm quick to tire, get fatigue often, some abnormal symptoms due to the autoimmune disorders. Some late night, I even got routine muscle spasms, that left me paralyzed the whole night, I can't get up from the sofa I slept on, even for a short walk to the restroom, I must cope with unspoken pain on both thighs as the muscles tensed and weakening on my whole body. I need to spend 5 to 10 minutes to massage my muscles, prepping them to rise myself up from the sofa then do my duty.. What I can easily do on the day, suddenly is no longer easy on the night, duh.

Maybe you think this is a psychosomatic case, my mind producing a fake illness, but my mind know best that it's not. I know long before this day, that I'm dying. Of that I'm not going to disclose more, but with my capacity of awareness and mental awakening if you may accept the term I use to ease the derogatory mental state I attain when I become awakened toward another force beside the natural cause, that enabled me to simply practice magic. I know that my body is deteriorating from years before today, I'm not even 34 yes I know, but I'm already giving in to the way of life, that, we all, dies, sooner or later.

So, I'm ill, bedridden, often, but I hid them, with showcasing laziness, I idle most of the day, if my dad arrived at the store that day, then I can rest a bit after cooking the meal for the family. I hid the shallow breathing by pretending a playful raspy breathing, or pretending to fake fainting when I was hit by a dizzy spell, due to low blood pressure. Or even hiding my chest pain with some unnecessary giggling while playfully tickling my mom. Or faking that I'm mediating while waiting for my skipping heart to return to its normal heartbeat.
I know that I am going soon, that is why I hurried many things just to leave traces of my existence, here in this blog, and somewhere else.

But sometimes I got too weak and powerless to even just to rise from the couch, and doing daily chores, and mom is very quick to grab some money from the store to buy lunch.

I did say my disapproval about that, which she turned to deaf ear. I don't make a huss about it, due to the circumstances, and so be it.

What irks me, is her refusal to help the store.

In my opinion, just idling on the cashier chair and playing TikTok and editing videos and ignoring the coming customer only to make them wait longer and giving the wrong price is not helping at all.

I did rebuke her about it in the past, but she kept her silence about it and keep doing the same every day.

To her I did shared my burden and worries about the store and where are we going to live after the rent is over.
And that is worrying because I felt as if I'm the only one working and worrying to my deaththroes just busying and worrying about the rest of the family while they are ignoring my hard work and kept doing how they pleases.

Maybe that the cause for her current escape, maybe not. God forbid the worst possible outcome, God knows best.

Yesterday, I sat on the cashier chair next to her. Saying such.

We are claiming to be Christians, it is our calling to lives our life obeying God's command, and maybe we can lie to our best possible lies, but God knows the truth. We perhaps might be able to deceive ourselves with the lie we concocted and we might believe the lie, but still we can't deceive God.

In relation to what I saw 2 days ago, her breaking her own promise to stay away from her cheating partner, who now is residing in Australia, working as a refugee migrant workers.

My word hit the spot maybe, explaining the money source she use to spend the last several days past, buying this and that, and the now plane ticket and housing at the new town she currently heading.

She left the town around 12.40 pm, saying her goodbye from a single selfie she took at the airport waiting room.

I'm too tired to be burdened with this new stress.

My mind went blank, even to this moment, yet heavy, I don't know why but I took abandonment issue differently, maybe a wrong wiring is struggling in my head to digest the situation to it best, yet fail to accept the newfound void left by the person leaving, making me feel that I was, abandon, yet again.

The person that just this morning staying with me, now is somewhere else leaving without a word of explanation.

Where was I'm wrong at? What mistake did I done that you now left me, again, and by leaving, you gave me no choice but to accept the punishment, and by punishing me such, I got not chance to fix my mistakes, if they exist somewhere, because I am not perfect, so of course I have some misgivings where I can't clearly see them.


I can't accept the way she behave, but she force her way as if punishing me with this illogical and unacceptable outcome.


At this point my words become an illogical ranting and some sore-excuse. That I know, but that's how I truly felt,

Why this have to happen, while I'm walking to my end of life.

Nana plenty of time rebuked me about my saying I'm gonna die soon, and she opt to ignore it as of late.

Hence I don't want to burden her and no longer repeating it in front of her.

I am young still, yes I'm well aware, but it's not a golden rule set in stone that we all have to live to 120 before returning to the Lord.

Some cases differs, pain is a constant event in earth, qe just refuse to believe it until the unthinkable rolls it way in, that is why the ungodly griefs like no tomorrow.

For this past 3 years I embraced the possibility of death, of my own death. knowing that maybe I'm going to follow pretty soon. Even when last year post when Marco passed away, I know that it's going to be me thr next news break amongst the church friends from LB early years.

Life is precious because it's a gift from the Lord, and I embrace my life as best as I can, and by prolonging them to as long as I could manage.

I returned to my Daoist root, exercising more often, and to be precise, harnessing my life energy, to make them last as long as I can. 

You might sneer at this point I imagine, but yes, taiji exercise is real, they did promote benefits to health, and also neidan, the internal medicine meditation from the same root.

I reckoned casually sharing this to mom, an old diva, who is in her late 80's now, who diagnosed with 1st stage ovary cancer during her early 70's was miraculously recover from the quick to spread 3rd stage ovary cancer in a span of months, suddenly got declared clean of cancer cells, just by meditation exercise for 13 days, a 5 hours a day meditating sessions that miraculously healed a dying person.

From the description from the article, that is neidan, the internal medicine meditation from Daoist root, which I'm adept long before the article was even circulated by the media.

I didn't hope to be cured from my already giving body, only just to prolong my life as far as I might stretch them, while unceasingly also hope for a miracle.

But I learn to not expect, so if they didn't turn my way, I can cope with it.

So, yes, I am in fact, is long progressed dying.
It's just I didn't disclose them properly to my family or basically anybody.

Of that, I don't know how to say about it, but or short, I cope with it already.
That's why I kept a little fund for preparing for my untimely death, just to help my already financially struggling family just to help send my use to be physical shell departing toward its impermanence.

I am a feeble human, born from a humble beginning, so I am humbly return to my Maker. Throughout my life, I am foolish, and vast astray, and I've seen the unthinkable and gruesome darkness from this world, but I'm graced with an ultimate offer to met and to believe more than merely know, about Christ, my days are short, but my knowledge already sufficient enough, better than a million years of long life, that is to know my Creator, and respond with the gifted response to His heavenly calling, to serve Christ in my daily life.
Despite my struggles, my ups and downs, I am contempt, that God is good and His mercy is long enduring, that to this point of my life, He is still, faithful.


This may or may not be my last entry, as I don't know what else to jot down and pour into writings, but this, is a simple life of an unknown man, trying my best to serve my God.
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22/08/2023

the dillema of my big hands, i just broke my phone, again...

The dumb me and my big hands.

2.25 am, I'm staring at my phone, an accident just occurred.

A few minutes ago, I dropped my phone harshly, the thing just slipped out from my hands smoothly when I'm holding it while walking across the room, I'm going to put a used glass on the table, as I'm too lazy to open the back door where the pantry is.

It dropped after a series of hard tumble hitting left side first... Geez, it's not even the first time after all these years.

At first I breathe a long sigh, not agaain...
And felt a small relieve, as the screen still shows an intact picture.
Pick it up and return.

Then i noticed the frame was freezing, unmoving, no change occurs.

Darn it, the LCD got hit and separated from the tempered screen, and the screen is shown blurry.

So, dear world, the amazing and magical me, is typing on the broken screen before I lost contact from the wide world because my gadget finally broke, again for the N times.

As the screen start to glow brighter, and the color starts fading, I typed hurriedly, like this is my last chance to tell you.

that my phone and my big hands are incompatible, they aren't besties at best..
My shaky hands tend to loosen their grip, and make things fell by accident.

Kinda sad, especially about this darn phone..  I bought it several years back, just before I quit my job.
And the last thing I did before this accident happened, is opening my emails, my long unkempt mailbox.

Notifs, subscribed newsletter, and the emails from my ex bosses.

Of that I felt conflicted, both to discuss further and to simply wrote back a reply. I don't know what to say to be honest...

Oh, the screen start to blurr even more, hope I got some time to finish the entry and post it.

So till my phone is fixed, dear world...
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21/08/2023

there are much to learn still and the waiting unknowns about life

There is a saying.
That goes like this,

The human brain, governs the body.


Even when we think it as a superlative statement, in truth, it really does.

Our motoric system, limbic system(emotion, memories and stimulations), our thinking process, the tiny and minuscule movements of cells, they all controlled by our brain, our body is sustained from their temporal animation we called as life, is because our brain does all the works to the tiniest detail.

So, it isn't wrong that there are much to be said about our brain and how they work.

There are much to be discovered about the process of our brain stream of thought that dictate how a human behaved different one from another unique to their individual aspects.

And there are much work need to be done to unveil the mystery how come a blob of goopy tissues can dictate the whole life of a person.

We even heard from medical perspective, that even if a person is dead(flat lining pulse), there might still a tiny window for a little miracle for them to be revived, inexplicable as it is heard, there is those chances occuring on daily life.
But when their brain is dead, that's simply a different case.

It is a mystery, how tiny synaptic wiring in a blob of fatty tissues and water, protein, carbohydrate and salts, can store memories bigger than any manmade super electronic data storing device, how they capable of producing a lucid reality, a somekind of vivid simulation we called as dreams, how can they make optical illusion and sometimes even auditory halucination in other instances.

How a brain capable of performing a big calculation and stuffs unimaginable, how they capable of planting a will and driving force, envision a better future and deducing possibilities outcomes for a situation, and doing some hard thinking process and even problem solving.

A brain, is there, and we all born the same with each and every one of us, with brain, we are a thinking creature, that's the only differing elements that separates us from all living creatures beside us in this planet, what separate us from animals.

But not all, used their thinking juice for the better good, and not all human in this current crowded 7 billions population, utilized their brain the same way.

Some even capable of producing theories, doing complicated alogarithm, while some only capable of thinking that the earth is flat.

Some can dream and dream, while some capable of creating beautiful arts and even masterpieces.

And yet not much is known about a human brain.

We can mapped the brain today, saying this lobe is responsible for this and that, that cortex is the one deciding your one and only unique trait, that node is for producting of expressions, that part is for mimicry, and stuffs.

But in reality, the gist of it, we still doesn't really understand them quite well, we still unable to revive a dead brain.

You can try putting a dying person on a life support machine, substituting the task for pumping the heart, and bellowing the lungs for breathing, you can hook a person with tons of wiring and plenty of liquid sustenance to barely keep their animation we call alive, but when their brain decide to finally shut down, you can't do anything about it to return them to the realm of the living.

We know nothing about it, we never quite understand about it's essential knowledge, we only theoretize through science and psychology, we can only done simulations, and sequences, but we can never recreate a brain from scratch, and moreover, making it work and capable of producing life out of a blob.

Hence, what we used to call as para-psychology came to fill the gap, the study that try to explain the mental phenomenons which excluded from orthodox psychology,

And out from the long-winded clueless and sometimes blunders done by the para-psychologist, another herald come and settled the transpersonal psychology we called today.

Well, many quotes and footnotes can be made to differentiate them from one another, but the very root of the problems is the same.

We human, try to understand the unknown, and how the dive towards the realm of uncertainties and great unknown, can bring the betterment of understanding on human life.


It was the ancient Greeks, that coined the term psyche, in mythology, a goddess that govern a soul.
In latin, anima, that much known today that we all humans, because we had anima, so we are animated, we move, breathing, and grow, in our impermanent dtate of living we called life.

Plato try to dissect the concept of psyche, and many other long gone big head thinker did their fair bargain.

The now established discipline we call as psychology is last century invention by a German psychologist, Wilhem Wunt.

The very first book were established in 1874 based from timely researches, back then psychology is still on the experimental basis.

Nowadays psychology is too wide to be gathered and grouped in a small thinking bowl, the human is a complicated being, hence psychology branched out toward the infinity.


Well, I've been rambling too much I guess.

I just laid the preface, the introduction part so far I guess.

But I promise, I will get to it later. But for now, let's end it here.
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how I truly feel about what happened to me

I already told you about my childhood.
I also did tell you about how I experienced many things during my early years.
I also told you about traumas, ups and downs, and all of those past experiences that altogether called as my life story.

I did come clean with you already about my orientation, or rarher tendencies.

Not perhaps, it is time to tell you how I feel about it, being me.

                                                                                                    

I don't know when it started, or how it came to be.
And I'm not trying to make a self justification for what already occurred nor am I trying to make normal about all of it.

But as far as I can reason and argues about it, I might suggest they just fell into place like it from the start.

You see, I somewhat remembered about a passing banter from kids my age or perhaps my siblings or relatives casually saying that a person orientation is decided for boys especially when they first experienced their wet dream.

That's only a silly casual saying actually, and I'm well aware of it to be the case.

Then, let me come clean once again, the wet dream that is so to said, occurred to me, was when I was in my early 12, and somehow I can vaguely remembered, that it was with a boy, not quite like the usual case for any normal boy perhaps.

Those days are way uncultured from this modern era, communication and internet access wasn't really there unlike today's society.
So, there is no possible way for a 12 years old me to find materials from the net about homosexualities or such things alike.

But somehow it occurred to me, the weird and out of the norm dream.

I remembered waking up in the middle of the night conflicted, half embarrassed, half ashamed of the dream content, and a small bit of doubt about my onset journey to find my identity.

Mind you, I was staying at my relatives due to my home situation back then, and the so said bedroom were shared together, and at that time some relatives from Jakarta also paid a visit, so the accomodation situation were pretty crowded so to say.

Me, waking up from this new kind of dream, a one of a kind, and moreover that humiliating theme of a dream.

But the next day, I pretty much ignored what I dreamt last night and mostly also not that I understand what really rolled last night, as you might probably know. Eastern people tend to make sex education as a taboo topic that need to be shushed the devil out of even a tiny peep of a breath, not a word, nor even a mumm about it allowed.

Hence, nobody was really there to accompany me through the pre-puberty changes and moreover, to give me some explanations about what really occurred.

Skip to my early senior highschool years, the raging last stages of puberty.
Oh, btw, I did dates once or twice before, and I did genuinely acknowledge that I get attracted to the opposite gender quite well.

That's the the sole argumentative basis for me to still say that I'm at the very least, is a bisexual. As even to this day, I got attracted, I can and I could if I want to, get attracted to woman.

Back to my story,
Let just say, I met this new friends. The good friends kind of people, the friends that finally brought me to church and preach the Gospel to me. That kind of good friends.

There is this particular boy, I felt a kind of inkling with him, for there are many similarities and hobbies, hence we got close pretty fast. He's the one that brought me to church.

Sorry to knock it out outfront, nothing really happened between me and him, we just become friend, a good one, that's all about it.

But yes, I remembered when I came out from my closet to Nana, she did mentioned this highschool friend of mine.

Even my sis saw something sparkling huh?

But no, I never really had any romantic intentions toward him, it's just the friendship was much appreciated, and maybe through those friendships, as there were three or five other friends of his that later also become my close friends, and some, even still a good friend to this day, not in a romantic way of course.

Maybe, I found companionship among the same gender to be pleasant, as if they make me feel at ease. And maybe, I misinterpreted those feelings as an attraction.
I never really know for sure.

But I prefer to go with this reasoning,

I was deprived of man bonding during my earliest years, and the only physical contact I received were only the very physical abuse and mental abandonment from my father.

Hence, I was utterly deprived of skinship, or rather affections from a male figure, to be more precise, a fatherly figure.

Of course I know that my friends isn't going to replace a fatherly figure in me, and that's not even logical.

But the companionship is the source of comfort, and maybe something occurred back then in my adolescent brain, that misinterpret them as a more sensual kind of affection, of perhaps, driven me to seek the comfort that a male company can bring, note me here, company, as in friendship, not in a sensual way once again.

Let skip during the seminary years,
Oh I dated again, a girl a year older than me, she's my lowerclass peer.

The me during those years already start to have some suspicions about my tendencies for object of attraction.
But need I say before, I dated a girl purely because I'm attracted toward her, and never as an alibi nor a denial spur.

I felt old already by saying these, that those years, were the early years for the now known as old people social media front, Facebook, back in the early 2007's (as I start my college in that year, while before it I pretty much used my off-school hours playing online games in some net cafe)
Back then, social media didn't pose the danger they posed today, they were a new hype, together with the now obsolete Friendster. Geez, I'm surely old for real. I remembered decorating my page with a long string of html codes and urls and one day, after a twisting and tweaking the page calibration, as like any other teenagers in that era, refreshing the tab to my front page preview, and lo and behold, my uncouthness arrangements made the page freezes.

Okay, back to story, promise I won't get sidetracked again.
It was the ignorant me, just accepting friend requests here and there.
There was even a time where I had 2 thousand friends on Facebook, while I only really know 300 to 400 of them in real life.

So, from this silly and undoubting friend requests, and answering random chats, I met 3 person, one become a friend that as of late is merely a distant acquaintance, one become an enemy, and one, become a kind of date, an uncertain relationship, but of those 3, the only similarity is they all are openly gay.

Wait a minute.
Yes, I am well aware of me a theological seminary student, moreover and especially, a person of faith. Now engaging in a manner unbecoming of my faith.

Let me disclosed the story about the last person without laying too much detail.

Here goes the case.
The person, which I also forgotten his name already, is 2 years older than me, we only get to know from chatting, and from a somewhat 2 or 3 months of chatting, I finally enclosed my living area (at that time, I lived nearby campus, so in Karawaci)

After a somewhat long pull and push invitation, I finally agreed for a meetup, only for a lunch and maybe some cinema watch or so.

We got home late, as he lived in North Jakarta as it took around 2 hour riding motorcycle, so he asked for me permission to be allowed to stay over.

Nothing happened, promise, but what linger as a result, is I pretty much enjoyed his company and friendship.

We keep in contact, for perhaps 2 or 3 months.

Mind you, I was an uncouth youth, so the trend back then, is changing cellular number from time to time, Oh let me tell you for a start, I changed my number routinely once a month perhaps.

I lost track already, but the thing is. The guilt caught up with my conscience.
I noticed that the comfort start to grow into something asking for more inside my heart.
So I quickly repent and simply changing my number earlier than I usually did, and deleting his number from my phone.

So the relationship that you can say as if we already dated, but never truly did anything else but frequently meeting up and talking on the phone, which I ended from my side. And that's all.

Skip again,

I graduated from college, and entered the world of adult, working adult.
As for why I didn't become a full-timer minister, is pretty much answered from the post about that bitter experience with a man claiming to be a servant of God, whom turns out to be an old lecher.

I did, which I honestly acknowledge and confess to you here. Know some other guys, and funny enough also 3 people, in the span of 10 years. There were some minor characters but they were not much to be included.

But let me bring the topic about the one friend I get to know during college years, who turned to be enemy, yep that jerk in particular.

He is the most pretentious person who introduced himself in a different persona than who he really is in reality, so, we've been chatting and talking for years, 2010 to 2012 is quite a long span to get to know a person I think, and I happened to work in North Jakarta, just a skip away from where he resides, so I agree to met with this 3 years acquaintance I identify as a friend.

Lo and behold, I met a different person from what I interacted for those years.

That's not the problem actually.
The problem is here. He try to back away by trying to throw his pursuer to me.
So, this older man, 9 years older than the 21 years old me back then, suddenly got introduced to this brother, and this jerk, suddenly went AWOL. And I'm already trying to be polite here, as I don't feel the need to upset myself about it, but this baggage of not-interest to get to know of a new acquaintance is still here. 

Okay, I'm sidetracked again.

Let say, during all of those years, I get to learn about many things about myself, about others, about many things, which I hope wizen my mind.

And I believe I'm wizened some pretty deal in comparison to the me 20 years prior, coming from an occult background till the me version something something point zero (as I can't really say I'm Joshua 2.0 or suchalikes, so let's let it stay vague)

I learned to let go when it need to be let go.
I learnt to kept inside when it's precious and dearly to me.
And to acknowledge it when it needs to be acknowledged.
And lastly, to have an open heart and see everything just how the way they are, without trying to delude myself with many denying and suchalikes.

I am bisexual, and I cannot help it to some instances.
I acknowledge of my tendency to be attracted toward male company.
And I try my best to 'cure' myself out of the delusions, all to my very best effort and attempts I can think of, but the urges is there still.

So what I can do is, make peace with myself.

So I acknowledge that I also liked males, but that's all about it.

I also have a choice to stay pure and not to bring this ungodly desire to it's fruition.

So I consciously agree to stay a celibate, to not mingle sensually toward any gender whatsoever.

Was it wrong of me? To like males?

I know the sin, if done, is wrong, but I never gonna do it either.

So rather than playing victim about it, or trying to find a cure for it.

I can choose to acknowledge that they occurred in the past, and that it's nobody's fault. i was a victim, that may be true, or untrue, but that is not the main focus.

The main focus is, how am I gonna react about it.

And I choose, to not sinned, despite I had my lackings and weaknesses, but I hope they doesn't discredited me from my pursue of Christlikeness.


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15/08/2023

the fear for loss

As I already described from my long past story.
I was forced to cope with abandonment in my early years.

If I try to trace my memories back to those days. I can vaguely explain of what I felt back then, a truckload of emotions storm my younger self that might not be easy to describe nor to cope at once back then.
Confused, scared, self-doubt, self-blaming, anger, some more confusion, sadness, grief, and fear.

Sure, separation is never a pleasant experience. Even more so if the separation had no proper closure, never really had a proper closure, for my case.

The separation I'm discussing about here, are two separate event, three, if I may say.

The first one, occurred around year 2000, as per usual, my dad is temperamental and so quick to took action rather than think wisely.

The case was fired by jealousy.
Back in those years, my Dad went bankrupt for the first time, after trying his hand at a small business, a joint printing house with a business partner he called colleague, whom turns out cheated him on the business, making him lost the deal, and also the company.
At the same year, my mom opt. for some side job, selling food at night, a foodcart and stuffs.
Then the work was passed on to her aunt, and mom start another one, renting a storehouse with her cousin, making the same stuff basically, but with a landed store rather than a cart at night.

Here's the deal turned the wrong way.

I have to admit, my mom, in her late 30's sure still kept her appeal, and moreover, she tend the café if you may call it, at day together with her other aunt(from my mother side she has 4 aunts and 1 uncle, 1 lived in Semarang, we basically lost contact with her family due to technology back then, while 1 aunt lived in Bengkulu whose daughter is the cousin that start the café business, and the other 2 is unmarried and stay in Padang, the older aunt is the one with her currently tending the café, while the youngest aunt is the one taking over the foodcart business).

People back then sure had plenty kids, and it's really bring me headache to remember each and every face and their addressing title.

Okay, let's return to the reminiscing story.

At the so called café (basically it's an eatery, where at day they hire a cook to prepare the meal, while at the same time there might be the same menu from the previous foodcart business-burgers, hotdog, etc., and some beverages).

Now, here come the married old guy named R.
These so called new friend of my mom, turns out keeping another facade, this ungodly man is already having a family, and also a son around my age, still legally married, yet, try his luck to flirt with my mom.
And you may guess it right, my mom was swooned by the sweet whispers of this fat old man.
My mome is 32, and this old man is in his mid 50's it's unthinkable for me, even to this day.

The so said affair is kept hidden as they try their best to hid them. But there is no secret kept hidden perfectly, even more so, in the little Chinatown of Padang, a small town to begin with, and around the premises of Chinatown, an even smaller scope of an area. The youngest aunt of my mom oftentimes saw the two of them from afar, riding together to and fro, and the secret meetup and little dates start to be more frequent.

There is this story in Mainland China, that story about a green hat, that become an idiom to this day.
The story goes like this, a women cheated from her husband, and to hid their misconduct, the women sew a green hat for her husband, as a message for her cheating partner, that that day is safe for him to pay her a visit. So this poor husband unaware of his wife's unfaithful act, wear the hat that his wife doned for him that day, while unaware that the very gift is actually a message to fool him behind his back.

And that very idiom, is the case for my dad at that case. My dad, facing bankruptcy, turned to his older sister, asking for a job, and he got the job, sadly, needing him to work outside the town often.

All during the absent from town, those dates, those pick-up to God knows where and God forbid, doing whatever not supposedly did, by which they did. 

Then the report came from her youngest aunt to my dad, that she caught this adulterers hand in hand this older married man dropping my mom off his car somewhere ahead her house so nobody could suspect them, but unluckily, they got caught red-handed.

And the nightmare came. My dad is blinded by jealousy trying to counter my mom, and my mom is keeping her silence, which trigger the anger even more, and the barrage of hits came, and the man R, fanned the escape.

It was him who brought my mom out from the house, and gave her money, to run away from Padang, toward Pekanbaru.

The year was 2001, somewhere around July, that morning, my first grade of junior highschool me is preparing for my first day at school, my mom, unlike the usual, accompanied me till the fence, and the completely unaware to what will befall me that evening, just kick the pedals of my bicycle and waved at her as I ride to school.
As the day goes usually, I return from school, and head to the café, which is no longer under my Mom's management, and completely under her older aunt's care now. I usually spend my day there, or perhaps in the pedestrian, in some playstation rental place, or maybe somewhere else, riding the bicycle all afternoon, then heading home.
How completely astonished I am that evening, by 6pm, the house is completely dark, and nobody is answering the door. I returned to her youngest aunt's place, telling her, that the home is empty, nobody answer the door, and we try to ring the land-number. I pressed the number, and waiting for someone to pick up the call, nobody answered.

Then the sudden drop of news, to me, she confesses, that back at the day, she saw my mom, picking my sister from preschool.

So, we conclude the assumption that my mom's is running away from home that day.

A bomb was dropped in my mind that evening.

Empty, totally nothing can be said sanely, but things storming in my mind, of how is she now, how about my sister? Where are they? Are they safe? Why? And why? And another why? And lastly why...

The next morning, I think I was excused from school, or was it I skip school and spent the whole day in some playstation rental place, of that, I'm not sure, but what I can recall, is, my mind is blank, that I felt that I don't think I'm in the mood for school.

Long story short, somewhere around the following months, she rings back to Padang, and the call managed to be traced back to Pekanbaru, my dad's siblings help using their connection to find out her whereabouts and a plan were made to pick her up.

Me and dad, drove the L-300 Colt pick-up that he used to drove for his work, toward Pekanbaru, 15 hour drive from Padang, there was no highway in Sumatra, so you drove from one town to another, across the hill and over the mountains, just like those old Gospel songs, and we arrived at late night in Pekanbaru, in the house mom rented.

I remember crying the moment I saw her, the 3 months of confusion gone, vanish into thin air, and tears start flowing unhindered for the first time. Months of asking unanswered questions suddenly need no answer at that time. I only able to asked her to return to Padang, to home. Nothing else.

My sister, Nana, is long asleep, I believe it's 10 pm. When we arrived. So, I directly went to sleep. But somewhere in the dead of the night I got awaken by the yelling voice across the room. A phone ringing in the dead of the night, and my dad's voice answered the call, and yelling start sounded in the house. It was R, calling to warn my mom that my dad is heading there, only to be answered by my dad himself.

I fell asleep as my head is still heavy, and wake up the next morning, Nana is already went to school, so I didn't met her. We ate breakfast, mom brought me to bookstore, and bought me two books, Harry Potter was the best seller at that time, so, those two books are Harry Potter's novel.

She said, it was an early birthday present, as my birthday is soon ahead(in a few days, perhaps two days before the birthday).
We returned to Padang in the afternoon, and arrived home around early dawn, that is the first time I'm stepping my foot back at home after 3 and a half months being tossed amongst my relatives here and there.


My Mom's returned to Padang around November, a month after,
Around 1 December, they arrived at the youngest aunt's house, at that time, my great-grandmother is in her dead bed, just a day befor her passing.

They chatted all night long till late at night, and the next day I remember they went back to home while I still staying at great grandma's house. Btw, my real grandma is still alive and well, but since back then, she is not quite there all along my childhood, they are somewhat distant and unfamiliar for me. The rest of her sister's(my grandmother, my mom's mom), also not quite in good term with her, as my mom's is raised in her grandma's house(that great grandma that is passing the next day after my mom's return).

The next day, my great grandma passed away in her 90's, it's been quite a while since she's unable to walk, and spent most of her day on the bed, and finally she passed away.

I did have a deep inkling with her, calling her "Emak"(a traditional way of calling grandma), if I'm recalling it, it's still quite funny because I adressed my mother's aunts and other elders from my mother's side with the way my mom addressed them, even to this day, the youngest aunt that supposedly I called grandma, is still adressed by me using the pronounce that my mom's used for her.

A quick trivia, according to the ancestry, those Chinese descendants in Padang which dominated by Hokkien ethnicity, mixed the Minang wordings with their ancestry titles, so for the case of the youngest aunt of my mom, is addressed as an "I'ie" meaning aunty from mother's side, and because she is the youngest from the other aunties, there is a Minang words behind her title, "cik" from the word "kecik" meaning "small" in Minangnese, so the correct translation is "small aunt", so back to my habits of copying how my mom called her elders, I still call her "I'cik" to this day, and "Emak" that supposedly called "A'co" (the Hokkien pronounciation for calling the parents of grandparents) which is her mom, who passed away that day, is quite a dearing old lady.

I recalled during her last days, she already troubled with seeing, and moving about, and my "I'cik" is busy working, so her toenails had been long neglected.

I'cik asked her, "Ma, let me trimmed your toenails." But she refused.

Then I'cik try to coax her, saying that why not I do the job, as I was her most beloved out of all her other great-grandchildren.

I was laying on the floor, watch tv, and I readily agree to do it.

And I repeated the question. "Mak, let me cut your toenails"

I mispronounced the wording by mistake, my tongue slipped, and instead I said let me cut your toe, and by which she strongly refused in an instant.

Emak is strongly against eating meat, in particular, beef, because she said in her younger years she watched a cow crying during a Eid Adha, a holy days in Islam where the Muslims slaughtered cows, and other animals and shared the meat for the poor. 
If you may ask, what was those days like? Bloody...
Indonesia, you see, is populated by somewhere around 270 million people, and nearly 230 million is Moslem, so, as the biggest Islam believer by population statistics in the world, you can imagine already, how many mosque, your local mosque behind the house, or somewhere in the next alley, or somewhere else half a kilometre from your house, they all did the same processions, butchering cattles and other lifestocks.

They were everywhere, and it's even the usual headline news for at least a few days afterwards, about some cow panicking and escaping from the mosque and struck some random cars on the street, or the local residents being chased by a panicking cow, etc.

That's why Emak is avoiding beef in particular.

And she, is gone the next day... Around 3.40 pm, as I heard her whispering voice from across the public comics library, only to return home one hour later and to be met with her still warm no longer breathing body..

As you already know, I'm pretty intuitive by birth, if you try to avoid the term psychic, then intuitive is the word. And I also already in the process of learning magicraft somewhere around that year, so, yes Emak passed away at 4.30, and I heard her voice whispering behind my ears, as if she called me by my childhood name "Shua.." (my name is Joshua as you all know, but olden days people can't pronounce J, so they change it into a Y, while most relatives called me Yo, only Emak called me 'Shua', unique only to her).

I sat next to her slowly cooling body all night long.
I cried and cried and cried, asking her to return, and such, while the other relatives come and goes, others busying folding the joss paper into a tael shape, yes, Emak is Confucians, she were burried with Tao procession, despite in her later years she is eager to go to church, despite we never really know what she believed in.

I sat beside her body for hours, and hours, and feeling the unbearable loss for the very first time, even more than the runaway case 3 and a half months prior.

Emak is having her personal inkling with me in my heart, I wonder why, but her passing is striking me different, even more than the passing of her oldest son Ku'kong 3 years prior.

Ku'kong, is the oldest son and the only surviving son of Emak, Emak had 11 child, 5 among them are either stillbirth or died during infancy, only 6 of her child grow to old age. Ku'kong is the oldest, and he work in Emak's house, selling lottery numbers for the qongzi (a kind of Chinese brotherhood slash company which back in the day deal with commodity exports to Mainland China, imagine WongFeyHung movies and imagine the IpMan Chinese community, that's the vibe of a qongzi minus the actions martial fights), he ride his ancient bicycle from out of town, to the Chinatown area(from somewhere in the northern Padang to the southeasternmost of Padang, around 13-15km across on an old bicycle, times 2 each day).

My fond memories with him, is, he often seated me on his bike and rode the bike toward the Chinatown market, to some coffee stall he frequent, bought me snack, candies, and suchalikes.

He got ill, and collapsed one day, and my dad and other relatives forced him to get treated, which he stubbornly refused.

Until one day, he fell ill, very ill, and even went into coma for a few days, when he woke up on hospital bed, he insisted to return home, and so he returned, and passed away the moment he arrived at Emak's house, breathing his last breath the moment his eyes met her.

I think I already told you the story about my dream a day after his burial, him repeatedly mentioning numbers to me in the dream which turns out to be the winning lottery number the next day. Yes, that's Ku'kong (ku from N'ku-the addressing title for uncle from mother side, and kong from n'kong-grandpa).

Death is inevitable to anyone, we all dies in the end. And death, is different, even more so, because we never know when they arrive.
And oftentimes, a goodbye is even too much to ask from death.

A parting is a parting, yet a parting still contain some hope of meeting again in the future, but death, is a kind of parting where the next meeting will be much longer than we can expect.

It's still a loss, and more to be frank about it, it left a hole inside me in particular, a hole that only the person's leaving can fill back.

They leave the realm of the living, and in most case, we never say goodbye, that make the loss even painful.

......

2 weeks after Emak's passing. Mom got into a heated arguments again, and she got hit by dad.
Still because R.

This time, she ran away completely cutting contacts, for a whole six months, no news.

That was the days where I return to home with dad only to be met with him opting to occult magic, hanging my mom's unwashed clothes (the last clothings she wore before running away), nailed to the bedroom wall upon which he lid an oil candle every night. And to me misspokenly confessed by asking about the possibility of me having some chest pain or some prickly sensation around my heart, and if yes, then that's the price for this rituals to summon my mom's return.

Mind you, spare me some leeway, I was 12 at that time and I hate him for ruining my early teenage years. He hits me often, and now he hit mom, causing her to run away, this is the second time in a row now, and now? What's this? A dark magic with me as a paying fee? Oh no, what a life isn't it?

And not to say, she is still not returning home, even after all those lunacy.

I am forced to cope with all those dramas. Let call them dramas, as they were too surreal to believe in, as if my life is some soap operas from the television programme.

Y'know what?
Lemme cut you some slack.
I didn't sleep while writing this, I started typing at 4.02 am. And it's 7.23 am now, funny how time flies and how slow I typed those memories down.

Lemme conclude this long overdue story.

I am left with something inside my heart.
You can say, that I react differently with an abandonment, toward rejection, as I felt, unconsciously, that all my life, I was rejected to and fro.

I'm not trying to overly dramatising my lifestory by saying they left me with a scar. Nah, none of such.
But rather, there are gaps, that I don't know how to fill them up with and again, how to do it.

They don't quite easily digested nor they were soon to be understood, I am left in a stupor if I may argue. Of trying to dip my fingers in, but not quite sure of what I'm trying to do with doing so, and not quite understand what is this feeling I'm feeling at that time.

Aand  magic, occultism and stuffs. They made matter worst.

But of that, I'm not going to talk about it, not now.

I have this constant fear, developed from those experiences, they may not necessarily be trauma. But they sure hindered me for quite to a certain degree.

Fear, of one day, the sky will crumble once again, yet this time, no one will rise to pick up the debris.

Of one day, people that I cared and loved, will left me. Be it left me away due to things, or left me for good, meanings, passed away.

Oh, c'mon, with how far I delved my mind in philosophy and the quest for awakening, of course I accept the truth that we all gonna die one way or another, sooner or later.

But when it occurred to me,
I think I might take it personally, and different at it also.

I don't know how to see it for now, but let me put them out in the open for now, so when I read them again, I hope I might be grown enough to think of a solution of how to face them one day.

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