One day I'll be old, outdated, irrelevant, and keep repeating these stories of my youth, so why not just writing them down?
Jumat, 10 Juni 2016
Minggu, 05 Juni 2016
Pasien Nyebelin
Senin, 6 Juni, 2016
Akhirnya udah bulan puasa lagi. Selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa ya, bagi yang menjalankan. Gue sendiri nggak puasa nih.
Jadi gue tuh sakit dari hari Jumat kemaren ini. Jumat malem itu gue demam, panas tinggi banget sampe bener-bener nggak bisa tidur. Gila! Gue lupa kapan terakhir kalinya gue pernah sakit separah itu! Gue emang bukan manusia paling sehat sih. Bisa dibilang, gue cukup sensitif dan penyakitan. Tapi biasanya, kalo gue sakit, gue masih bisa makan, masih bisa bercanda. Malah biasanya kalo gue sakit, gue makin banyak makan. Tapi kemaren ini gue sampe nggak bisa makan men! Semua makanan rasanya jadi kaya sendal dikecapin! Jadi, bagi teman-teman gue yang suka berteori "Tari mah, sendal dikecapin juga doyan," anda salah, teman. Ternyata gue nggak doyan rasa sendal dikecapin!
So, kemaren ini gue sakit parah banget sampe udah nggak bisa makan, udah nggak bisa bercanda! Yang gue masih bisa apa? Ngamuk! Semua orang kena semprot. Aduh, maaf banget yah guys!! Jadi selama ini kalo sakit, nggak enak badan, pusing, sakit apapun, biasanya gue diem-diem aja. Gue justru paling males kalo ada yang tau kalo gue sakit, terutama keluarga gue. Tapi baru kali ini gue saking sakitnya sampe jadi manja. Tapi karena gue sebenernya terlalu gengsi buat manja, jatoh-jatohnya gue marah-marah ke semua orang. Aseli yah, kelakuan gue udah kaya kakek-kakek di panti jompo.
Jadi, pagi-pagi gue udah maksain diri jalan ke circle K depan komplek rumah, nyari madu sama obat penurun panas. Gue jalan udah kaya zombie, bodo amat. Terus gue nanya, "Mas, ada madu?" Entah gue yang lagi sakit sehingga pronounciation gue nggak jelas, atau mas-masnya goblok plus budeg, dengan muka dongonya "Hah? Baru?" Gue ulang lagi "Madu." Terus mas-masnya masih bingung. Wah! Gue langsung naik pitam! "MADU! HONEY! Itu loh, cairan lengket yang dihasilkan sama LEBAH! M-A-D-U!"
Maaf ya mas-mas circle K.
Yah gitu deh, mas-mas circle K bukan satu-satunya korban. Sahabat gue aja baru pulang dari Jepang, udah gue resein, gara-gara gue sensi, pas gue izin absen, WA gue di-read doang. Bilang "Get well soon" kek gitu, sok-sok perhatian dikit kenapa sih! Terus gue ngambekin satu keluarga gue, bilang kalo mereka semua nggak ada yang peduli. Pokoknya drama abis! Lo tau Modern Family? Nah, gue pas sakit kemaren tuh kaya Cam udah tua di panti jompo. Rese, ngeselin, super drama!
Mungkin gue satu-satunya orang sakit yang nggak bikin simpati kali ya. Harusnya sih pada kesel tuh sama gue. Apa jangan-jangan makanan yang disuguhin ke gue kemaren-kemaren ini bener-bener sendal dikecapin?
Akhirnya udah bulan puasa lagi. Selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa ya, bagi yang menjalankan. Gue sendiri nggak puasa nih.
Jadi gue tuh sakit dari hari Jumat kemaren ini. Jumat malem itu gue demam, panas tinggi banget sampe bener-bener nggak bisa tidur. Gila! Gue lupa kapan terakhir kalinya gue pernah sakit separah itu! Gue emang bukan manusia paling sehat sih. Bisa dibilang, gue cukup sensitif dan penyakitan. Tapi biasanya, kalo gue sakit, gue masih bisa makan, masih bisa bercanda. Malah biasanya kalo gue sakit, gue makin banyak makan. Tapi kemaren ini gue sampe nggak bisa makan men! Semua makanan rasanya jadi kaya sendal dikecapin! Jadi, bagi teman-teman gue yang suka berteori "Tari mah, sendal dikecapin juga doyan," anda salah, teman. Ternyata gue nggak doyan rasa sendal dikecapin!
So, kemaren ini gue sakit parah banget sampe udah nggak bisa makan, udah nggak bisa bercanda! Yang gue masih bisa apa? Ngamuk! Semua orang kena semprot. Aduh, maaf banget yah guys!! Jadi selama ini kalo sakit, nggak enak badan, pusing, sakit apapun, biasanya gue diem-diem aja. Gue justru paling males kalo ada yang tau kalo gue sakit, terutama keluarga gue. Tapi baru kali ini gue saking sakitnya sampe jadi manja. Tapi karena gue sebenernya terlalu gengsi buat manja, jatoh-jatohnya gue marah-marah ke semua orang. Aseli yah, kelakuan gue udah kaya kakek-kakek di panti jompo.
Jadi, pagi-pagi gue udah maksain diri jalan ke circle K depan komplek rumah, nyari madu sama obat penurun panas. Gue jalan udah kaya zombie, bodo amat. Terus gue nanya, "Mas, ada madu?" Entah gue yang lagi sakit sehingga pronounciation gue nggak jelas, atau mas-masnya goblok plus budeg, dengan muka dongonya "Hah? Baru?" Gue ulang lagi "Madu." Terus mas-masnya masih bingung. Wah! Gue langsung naik pitam! "MADU! HONEY! Itu loh, cairan lengket yang dihasilkan sama LEBAH! M-A-D-U!"
Maaf ya mas-mas circle K.
Yah gitu deh, mas-mas circle K bukan satu-satunya korban. Sahabat gue aja baru pulang dari Jepang, udah gue resein, gara-gara gue sensi, pas gue izin absen, WA gue di-read doang. Bilang "Get well soon" kek gitu, sok-sok perhatian dikit kenapa sih! Terus gue ngambekin satu keluarga gue, bilang kalo mereka semua nggak ada yang peduli. Pokoknya drama abis! Lo tau Modern Family? Nah, gue pas sakit kemaren tuh kaya Cam udah tua di panti jompo. Rese, ngeselin, super drama!
Mungkin gue satu-satunya orang sakit yang nggak bikin simpati kali ya. Harusnya sih pada kesel tuh sama gue. Apa jangan-jangan makanan yang disuguhin ke gue kemaren-kemaren ini bener-bener sendal dikecapin?
Kamis, 02 Juni 2016
Selasa, 05 April 2016
LGBT
Selasa, 5 April, 2016
Orang-orang udah pada heboh LGBT dari kapan, gue ke mane
aje? Hari gini masi ngomongin LGBT?
But believe it or not, isu ini ternyata masih hot aja di
antara teman-teman gue.
Gue sedih, malu, dan kecewa sama banyak orang di Indonesia,
bahkan sebagian besar orang-orang di lingkungan terdekat gue.
Beberapa bulan yang lalu masyarakat sempet dihebohkan dengan
berita pelecehan sesama jenis yang dilakukan salah seorang selebriti Indonesia.
Gue sendiri baru denger beritanya, mungkin sekitar sebulan-dua bulan setelah
kejadian. Tiba-tiba gue sadar, kok di mana-mana jadi banyak yang ngomongin isu
LGBT? Tiba-tiba kata LGBT seolah jadi kata paling populer, topic pembicaraan
paling hot di mana-mana.
Gue sendiri kaget dan jijik sama si oknum pelaku pelecehan.
Oke, mungkin gue nggak lebih baik dari dia. Tapi gue benci dengan apa yang dia
lakukan. Dia pantas dapat hukuman berat.
Tapi yang bikin gue kecewa, kenapa terus kejadian itu jadi
dihubung-hubungkan sama LGBT?
Ya, emang sih, kebetulan aja pelecehannya terjadi antara
sesama jenis. Tapi kan nggak cuma cowok gay yang melakukan pelecehan. Banyak banget
kali, cowok heterosexual yang melakukan pelecehan sexual, bahkan pemerkosaan ke cewek-cewek. Tapi nggak
ada tuh yang mengangkat isu ‘Melarang Hubungan Heterosexual’, atau mengucilkan semua cowok heterosexual.
Kasus itu sendiri sudah terjadi entah berapa bulan yang lalu. Tapi
sampe sekarang, orang-orang di sekitar gue masih aja terus-terusan ngomongin
isu LGBT. Dan ngomonginnya tuh bukan dalam konteks yang positif dan membangun,
tapi malah negatif, penuh ketidaktahuan, ketidakpedulian, dan salah kaprah.
Banyak banget cewek-cewek yang ketakutan sama cewek lesbian,
maupun cowok-cowok yang ketakutan sama cowok gay.
Wah… pede banget lo pada…. Emangnya cowok gay bakal suka
sama semua cowok? Emangnya cewek lesbian bakal suka sama semua cewek?
Walaupun misalnya emang pernah ada satu-dua cowok gay atau
cewek lesbian yang deketin lo, terus kenapa?
Gue pernah dideketin, ditembak, bahkan tiba-tiba dicium sama
cowok yang gue nggak suka. Terus cowok-cowok ini harus gue apain? Gue harus
takut sama mereka? Gue harus jauhin mereka, cerita ke semua orang kalo mereka
ini pernah deketin gue, pernah nembak gue, pernah mau nyium gue, terus gue
jadiin bahan bercandaan? Lebih parahnya lagi, apa gue harus takut sama semua
cowok heterosexual, hanya karena mereka penyuka wanita? Belom tentu juga kan
semua cowok suka sama gue?
Buat cewek-cewek di luar sana, apa lo takut sama semua cowok
yang pernah suka sama lo tapi lo nggak punya perasaan yang sama? Ya, kalo
orangnya freak atau terlalu agresif, emang malesin sih. Tapi lo nggak jadi
takut atau geli sama semua cowok kan?
Cowok-cowok pun gitu. Kalo lo ditaksir sama cewek yang lo
nggak tertarik, apa lo bakal langsung ketakutan sama semua cewek? Ada satu-dua
cewek naksir lo, bukan berarti semua cewek bakal naksir sama lo.
Soal pelecehan, pemerkosaan antar sesama jenis, emang itu
nggak terjadi di antara para heterosexual? Berapa banyak perempuan korban
pemerkosaan di dunia? Pelakunya bahkan bisa kakak laki-laki atau bapaknya
sendiri! Jadi, perempuan harus takut sama semua laki-laki? Semua laki-laki
harus dimusuhin?
Gue kenal beberapa lesbian, gay, bisexual, dan transgender,
bahkan di lingkungan kerja gue ada cukup banyak gay, dan sejauh ini, mereka
semua sopan dan nggak pernah mengganggu atau merugikan gue maupun orang lain di
sekitar mereka. Seperti orang yang dilahirkan sebagai ras minoritas, memeluk agama minoritas, orang-orang ini hanya kebetulan saja punya orientasi sexual minoritas. Selebihnya mereka nggak ada bedanya sama lo semua. So, who are you to judge them?
Yah, gue nggak berharap tulisan ini bisa bener-bener ngebuka
pikiran orang sih. Paling orang-orang bakal menghindari ngomongin atau
bercandain LGBT di sekitar gue.
Selasa, 23 Februari 2016
Midnight Rant to Georgia
2am
It's amazing how my brain could keep blabbering and blabbering, telling stories in all possible ways, when I'm far away from my computer. It's like my brain telling me over and over again to reach my computer right away, and write this and that, but right after I finally decide to make such an effort to reach my computer.......poof!
It's gone!
The inspiration has gone, the stories gone, the words are gone. Well, good bye guys! Call me maybe?
And then I always end up playing minesweeper for hours, waiting for my inspiration to come back, or at least gimme a call.
I was trying too hard to sleep. And I couldn't, because my brain kept telling me stories. It's two o'clock in the morning and I just couldn't sleep! I woke up very early yesterday, haven't got any other sleep for the rest of the day, I worked, I thought a lot, I ate a lot, didn't drink any coffee...so.. Shouldn't I be sleepy right now??
I tried to read a book, but it didn't make me sleepy. It made me bored instead. As much as I'm a talker not a listener, I'm a writer not a reader. I'm too snob to appreciate other people's work. No, Puzo, Pram, and GRR Martin, of course I'm kidding. I love you guys!
What I meant was, as someone who likes to talk and write, I don't listen and read as much as I'm supposed to.
I really need to sleep! I gotta get up really early tomorrow. If I couldn't sleep until three, I wouldn't sleep at all.
You know what? Let's tell a bedtime story.
Once upon a time...
No, not that kinda bedtime stories. Let's just tell one of stories of my life.
When I was little, I used to think that, when a girl turned into a woman, she'd automatically give birth to a baby or more. That scares the s*** outta me. I was afraid because I already knew there were some women die giving birth. So, when I was little, I thought I was going to die giving birth to babies by the time I turned into a woman.
But then I found out that, to be able to have a baby, a woman need to f**k a man. Problem solved. Don't f**k.
No, kidding again. I wasn't that bright. I was a kid. I didn't know anything about f**king. All I know was man and woman get married and they'd automatically have babies. And that was the time I decided not to ever get married.
And now I'm finally sleepy. Good night fellas!
It's amazing how my brain could keep blabbering and blabbering, telling stories in all possible ways, when I'm far away from my computer. It's like my brain telling me over and over again to reach my computer right away, and write this and that, but right after I finally decide to make such an effort to reach my computer.......poof!
It's gone!
The inspiration has gone, the stories gone, the words are gone. Well, good bye guys! Call me maybe?
And then I always end up playing minesweeper for hours, waiting for my inspiration to come back, or at least gimme a call.
I was trying too hard to sleep. And I couldn't, because my brain kept telling me stories. It's two o'clock in the morning and I just couldn't sleep! I woke up very early yesterday, haven't got any other sleep for the rest of the day, I worked, I thought a lot, I ate a lot, didn't drink any coffee...so.. Shouldn't I be sleepy right now??
I tried to read a book, but it didn't make me sleepy. It made me bored instead. As much as I'm a talker not a listener, I'm a writer not a reader. I'm too snob to appreciate other people's work. No, Puzo, Pram, and GRR Martin, of course I'm kidding. I love you guys!
What I meant was, as someone who likes to talk and write, I don't listen and read as much as I'm supposed to.
I really need to sleep! I gotta get up really early tomorrow. If I couldn't sleep until three, I wouldn't sleep at all.
You know what? Let's tell a bedtime story.
Once upon a time...
No, not that kinda bedtime stories. Let's just tell one of stories of my life.
When I was little, I used to think that, when a girl turned into a woman, she'd automatically give birth to a baby or more. That scares the s*** outta me. I was afraid because I already knew there were some women die giving birth. So, when I was little, I thought I was going to die giving birth to babies by the time I turned into a woman.
But then I found out that, to be able to have a baby, a woman need to f**k a man. Problem solved. Don't f**k.
No, kidding again. I wasn't that bright. I was a kid. I didn't know anything about f**king. All I know was man and woman get married and they'd automatically have babies. And that was the time I decided not to ever get married.
And now I'm finally sleepy. Good night fellas!
Senin, 15 Februari 2016
And here I write about Love again
I wrote this on V-day but just got chance to post it on my blog because I finally got the internet connection. Happy belated valentine's day guys!
Sunday, February 14, 2016
So today started with the most hilarious birthday surprise I’ve
ever been involved in. (If you’re here to read about the love, just skip to the
6th paragraph)
Today is one of my best friends’ birthday. He was my friend
from internship program from campus, and now also a friend in my team at the
office. He’s like the best boy friend any girl can ever imagine. Well, I have
two other very close boy friends that I love very much, and I’m not saying that
this birthday boy is better than them. It’s just that, the other boys don’t
have good girl friends as much as the birthday boy. Seriously, this guy has
lots of girl bestfriends and he treats all of us like his girlfriend. And he’s
not gay. And not a player. And never complained anything about being in the friend
zone. I have proofs for all of those statements.
Yeah bro, if you read this blog, you’re the nicest person
ever! You deserve all the best things in life. And happy birthday again.
Anyway, the surprise didn’t go as planned… at all. We, the
surprise team were at McDonald and was going to surprise him at his house. But,
we didn’t, and still don’t have phone numbers of any of other people in the
birthday boy’s house. So, we had to contact the birthday boy himself. One of us,
one of my best boy friends, texted birthday boy, saying that his car got a flat
tire and he needed to borrow some tools. We were supposed to wait outside his
house, but he already walked to McDonald instead. We were panicking. Well,
funny kinda panic, not panic panic.
At the end, he caught us hiding, red-handed, and I got to
bring the cake to him with all the candle still off. We had to light the candle
in front of him! OMG! It was a total failure, but it was funny and memorable. I
imagine if the surprise was successful, it would’ve be just like some birthday
surprise SOP. You know, cake, candles, those things.
(Yeah you can skip to this part)
And it’s valentine’s day. So my friends were talking about
valentine, dating, love, and that kinda stuffs.
I was kinda offended when one of the men said “It’s a
problem for a woman to be single.”
Yeah, as a proud feminazi, of course I’m offended. How come
is that a problem? Does he think that women need men more than men need women? Men
need women more than women need men! Hell! Women need women more than women
need men! I do.
Well, ignore my feminazi biased opinion. But seriously, how
many single daddies can raise their children without getting next wives?
Okay, feminazi biased opinion again. But point is, is that
why men and women get married? Because they need each other? Because they can’t
live alone? Because human can’t live alone?
The whole who-need-who-more idea kinda scares me. It doesn’t
always feel good being needed too much. I’m already afraid of needy partner. But
lately I started to feel scared of needy friends too. I was scared that one day
my friends need me more than I need them. I’m needy myself. I’m needy to my
brother and sister, and I know it’s not a good thing.
I once wrote about relationships and advantages. It’s easy
to call someone ‘taking advantage’ from you when they want your money. But if
they want you for your funny jokes, for the joy of your companion, for the happiness
of having your presence, aren’t those ‘taking advantage’ too?
I just realized something. Most of our relationships are
based on needing each other. We wanna stay with our family, our friends,
lovers, children, because we need them and they need us. Because human can't live alone, because we don't wanna grow old alone, and stuff.
At some point, one of
us needs the other more than the other one does, and sometimes people just
leave. And some people can’t live without their certain people, and get
depressed when being left alone. It’s scary for me.
As John Lennon once said, “I can be alone without Yoko, but I
just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone
without Yoko.”
There.
I want to spend my life with someone that I don’t need and
doesn’t need me. We would spend the rest of our life together, not because we
need each other, not because we can’t live without each other, not because human can't live alone, not because we're afraid of being old and alone, but simply
because we want to be with each other.
Now that’s my idea of perfect true love. Well, that, and a
couple of rings with “My Sun and Stars” written inside his and “Moon of My Life”
inside mine. What? That’s not cheesy! That’s ‘Game of Thrones’!
Sabtu, 06 Februari 2016
Short Notes: Me and Puberty
February 7, 2016
In my puberty years, I was 14 or something, the first time I found oil on my head. I thought I was gonna be rich. Nah, of course I'm joking. I freaked out, I thought I was gonna die. Yeah, I wasn't that bright afterall. Wait, nobody said I was? Yeah, whatever. Point is, my mom already told me about the bleeding and all the sexual-related puberty stuffs. But nobody ever told me that my hair's gonna start producing oil. The kinda oil that isn't gonna make you rich.
In my puberty years, I was 14 or something, the first time I found oil on my head. I thought I was gonna be rich. Nah, of course I'm joking. I freaked out, I thought I was gonna die. Yeah, I wasn't that bright afterall. Wait, nobody said I was? Yeah, whatever. Point is, my mom already told me about the bleeding and all the sexual-related puberty stuffs. But nobody ever told me that my hair's gonna start producing oil. The kinda oil that isn't gonna make you rich.
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