Busy Bee Me!

What a busy week it has been!
Yet today I finally could slip some time to update this blog.
Phew!

So what have I been up to?
Working basically. Shooting two commercials.
Creating a jingle. Revisions. All in all... flipping between brands.
Aahh.. isn't work a great term to define modern slavery?

Oh well, as long as I can still pay my rent, buy food, give some money to my parents,
buy Body Shop products, buy MANGO (STILL ON SALE NOW!), hang out with my friends
then I'll always be full of smiles! (At least I'll try to =D)

Sometimes when you're so busy with your work,
you just feel that 24 hours is just NOT ENOUGH.
How time quickly passes you by!
Especially, when you have the worst time management - like me!

Yet in all my efforts to keep up in this material-world rat race this week,
I found myself being pinched and reminded that we are NOT immortals.
(Doh... okay so I guess you already knew that!)

The week started with the passing of my boyfriend's friends' father.
And then a senior in my university suddenly died, leaving her 2 year old child.
Just yesterday, my uncle passed away.
Later on I found that the mother of Om BH also passed away that same day.
This morning, while in a meeting my AE was informed that her relative passed away.
Later on today, there was news that Mas Banu's (a co-worker) in-laws also died.
Has someone been really busy this week, eh?

What really made me start to THINK was when I found out about my uncle's passing.
It was yesterday and I was at the shooting location at Kota.
Somehow, my phone couldn't recieve any signal... so it was very difficult for people to contact me.

When it started to get late, suddenly there was a notch in my signal sign and few sms starts to pour in.
They were from my parents, saying my Uncle at Pelabuhan Ratu died this morning.
When I tried to reply, the signal was lost again and I had to borrow my friends phone.
It turned out that my relatives in Bogor had already gone to Pelabuhan Ratu
and they were already going back to Bogor.
I thought my Uncle would be buried in Bogor, but it turns out he was buried at Pelabuhan Ratu.
I was a bit taken back, as I couldn't be at his burial ceremony.
I wanted to go to Bogor and console my mother, but I was unsure what to do considering my workload.
Since I got the news too late, my parent's told me that I best stayed in Jakarta
and go later on the 7th-Day and 40th-Day Tahlilan.

Memories of my uncle quickly flashes in my mind.
How he would calmly hold little Alia's small fingers
when she first stepped into the Pelabuhan Ratu ocean waters,
although little Alia persistantly screamed out
that there are beasts underneath her feet sweeping her away.
How he would patiently rubbed and massage my back and legs
whenever I visited his house or whenever he visited my house.
How he helped build our house and helped fix leaks.
How he made me stay in Pelabuhan Ratu and bribed me with Sambal Terasi every day
as long as I would eat my vegetables.
How he would just simply smile at me.


...

As I was busy with my so-called-hectic life,
the Death Angel was also busy doing his job.


If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.
Death - Kahlil Gibran


* In loving memory of Pakde Nir - a hardworking, devoted family man *