Buble goes around, Buble comes around

Okay, you guys maybe, finally, fed up about me telling this Buble story, again and again. Believe me, I've tried to forget him (Okay, even getting more spooky. I still straight. That is obvious). What I mean, as I said in my post titled "Obsesi", I began to not addicting this Canadian singer. The problem is... He's the one who starts popping up in my mind

Here's the story. In the beginning of May, I surrounded by many non-academically business. From becoming the PO of CIMB Clicks at FEUI (Thanks for your pray, it was succeed!) to err... some unnecessary conflict between my organization to another one. Then, in the middle of May, I started to focus on my academic situation which I have to because final exams are waiting in the end of May. Finally, End of May, as Buble sang. Final exams are coming. With these tremendous and hectic thingy, Buble slowly downgraded in my mind. From anytime-I-remember idol into, err... kinda evil, just a singer who sings my songs-before-sleep.

Well, you can see that everything became normal. Until yesterday noon when I took a simple nap. Buble, once again, sneaked into my dream.

ATTENTION: This dream contains so damn much imaginations that may kill your patient then you probably want to kill me. So, please. Don't take it to seriously.

In this dream, I became a student in the most rich-glamor-classic school in Indonesia. I also became the son of Indonesia rich person. Shockingly, Indonesia also has four seasons (Hell yeah. Even dream told me that it was just dream). Nah, because of my school's advantages, inviting Buble to our school is kinda piece of cake. I, dunno why, was appointed to become Liaison Officer of Buble. And only me. Because you know, superstar needs anything personally. So, he sang many songs in our school art shows (everyone wore coat because it was winter. I've told you Indonesia has four seasons in this dream, eh?). In our school's auditorium that extremely looks like McKinley High School's one. The audiences are only my school's students because well, it's only a night to appreciate art project (see how extravagant my school in dream, eh?).

After he had delivered such an outstanding performance, I, automatically, already wait in his dress & waiting room. I even remember the detail. The MB sign in the door, the suits in the cupboard-case. Hell yeah, I'm such a great dream-memorizer. Suddenly and dunno why, I didn't want to go out from his room when he told me to do that. I felt like, this is my last chance to stand near to him. Hell to the no, I don't want to release this chance. Then I said, "I won't go. I want to be here with you as long as possible. I'm your biggest fan and I stand by you as long as I live. I'll provide anything you need. Just to take a chance to be anywhere near you for a little while". After I had said that, he cried. FOR GOD'S SAKE, THE GREATEST CANADIAN MALE SINGER IN THIS ERA WAS CRYING IN FRONT OF ME (in my dream). He even shared his problem. He said that he bored with his glamorous famous live. He couldn't be his own self. He didn't have any single time to did what he like. In the end of his story, he said, "Do you want to go with me to Vancouver, Canada? I'll take some time to rest from this hell world and yeah, we can share our lives in my place". And that night, I went to Canada with him.

Please be patient. We are still in dream mode. We're going to reality mode soon.

Then I arrived in his Bavarian-castle-look-a-like house. After that, I met his old and disabled dad whose is taken care by nobody. I spent a week in his house. At that moment, he shared a lot about his life. His childhood. His life as everybody's idol His hopes and wishes. While I also took care of his dad (I'm such a multi-talented person, eh? In dream, indeed). In the end of the week, he and his father accepted me as his step brother and he said, "Why you don't move here and we can act as a totally bro?" (Dear Lord, it is the greatest dream I've ever had). After that, I had to go back to Jakarta. I still had to go to school and met my family, right? I also need to think about his offering. He had said that he couldn't forbid me to go back to Jakarta and he would pay a lot of visit to Jakarta if I did that (Hell yeah!). But still, he prefer to have me in there. To take care his dad and to act as his truly bro.

In the last scene, I already on the train. The train that would bring me to Vancouver airport so I could have a flight to Jakarta. The train started to leave the station. And the last words of Buble are "Bye, Iedo. My father and I will surely be missing you. Pick the right decision please. We need you". There it was, my train boosted its speed and it went through the morning fog...

End of the dream.

Isn't that sweet? I barely wake up with slight tears in my eyes. I mean, to have your idol to come into your dream... Such a tantalizing moment. Felt like all I have done to forget him was blown by the wind and I started to idolize him all over again. Back to square one.
I know that it is a totally dream. That in reality, he has Lusiana Lapilato to be his lifetime friend and his life companion. That it's true that he has old dad but it is almost impossible that his dad is neglected. To conclude, my dream can't be turning into reality. But still, it shakes your world to have dream like that. So yes, Buble. You go around, you come around.

IR

P.S.: I've told this dream to Buled and she said, "Well, maybe he is not on any tour right now so he pay a visit to your dream world". That's exactly true, Ms. Buled. He's not on any tour right now. He will has his tour on first of June. Yes, Buled..... You might be right :")