to whom it may concern
it’s a simple memories….
i remember the day we first met, a thin guy, among the others, and i managed to know his name, he called my name by the first fragments of my name instead the last one, and the second we met, my friend introduce you as a freak, not to mock you, just a play around among the friends, and we laugh at it
i remember that you tune your winamp to a japanese song, in terms, anime original soundtrack one, with a “chibi” voice and another cute singer thing, and the other one you love masked rider, or we called it kamen rider, well, it is enough to call you freak, i mean japanese freak, while the other watch the football match, TV series, reality show and another absurd joke in the television, you’re maybe the just one who collect all of that stuff
that day, was the day i visit your rented house, its so different from me, live in the high place, a pure house, clean and cool, and it migh be awesome, but the road along, i only see a riverside, not really a river i mean, look shabby and miserable, you let us enter the house, rather hot, in the room with one window and enclosed by a plywood wall, and a bed, simple, and i know that you’re a humble man, to be honest, i’m ashame of myself that time, and i ask you,
“why did you live here? won’t you be sick here? its the riverside..”
and you answer with simple smile “well, i’m with my friend here, and its cheap”
and i can’t ask anymore question then we start to study…
the after the few times we met, you call me with vahn, dantes, and so many names
next, with some friend you other legacy is, the forums, you remember right? that blue, online, and can unite all of us in one place, it named by “skullers.tf.itb.ac.id” and we do alot things there, posting ad posting and keep doing junk in the junkers forum, and you also managed to create the database, it contain all the name of us, from the past until the most recent, adress, telephone number, and also our birthday, and i also remember that you ask me to make the header for that database, including the home button, it says “skullers HMFT” with the skull in the left, all of us now can reach the others, costumize our database in “skullers.tf.itb.ac.id/database” and the next of your creation is durarara’s chat, i don’t know what is the purpose, but sometimes, we can talk to another and start the most roaming chatterbox, created by you, weird but still awesome…
i may not be your closest friend, but trough the story of your life, i know that you’re the one with a dreams, fantasy, creation, humility, nice, fun, and the last is, the thoughest one
you may know that your sickness will lead you into the end of the line, but you keep trying to say that “i will be okay, just wait” – i might random but, you managed to keep getting online on your facebook, writing in each dialogue box, and do the words, your style of writing a comment, like something never happened to you, that is the saddest part, you tell us that you’re moved to the isolation room, with some injection hole, and we just pray, that you were really-really that better and going better…
now, the one who gives us that legacy is no more in this world, the true creator, God call you this early, but we including me aren’t supposed the one who hold the life, and so our line of life, we cannot count when the time stop to ticking and when the time the sand in a hourglass depleted in one side to another, only who create us know and its all up to Him, our prayer just to request to elongate your time beside us, and pray that everything gonna be fine, so when our Bos’s diary say so, no one could object
your parents has did the best for you, we pray tou our best for you, but especially you, fight until the end, like in the kamen rider series, they win with a justice hold on their hand, and so did you who win the world, and should report your duty, there..
so dear God, i wrote this for him, to whom it may concern, truthfully, i never confront the deaths, and i don’t know how could he read this blogpost, but i just want to say, be though there pal, there’s no us there right now, only you and the others before you, bon voyage and be good, may you meet your dreams….until we meet again…
rest in peace Yuniar Gitta Pratama (june 17, 1990 – december 19, 2010)
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