Unleashing Inner Super Saiyan

"Why the long face?"

She did not answer. Even an idiot could notice that there was something wrong with her, as her feeling was etched on her face. She threw herself on the couch right next to me and took a deep breath. Her empty gaze was fixed on some point in the air. Few seconds had passed before she finally broke the silence.

"I am so mad my stomach hurts."

Then she spent the next ten minutes getting some aggression out. She was furious. I knew that she was a stoic person; she rarely complained about anything, and she said sorry for things that were not even her fault. What I witnessed that afternoon while chilling on some random sofa was a truly peculiar view. She was fuming over someone's imperious attitude, inconsiderate bid, and petty crap. She just blabbered everything out. And there were a lot of curses--"that bitch" being one of them.

I sat and listened. This girl next to me despised someone so much that her hatred and wrath seemingly seeped through her veins, creating various psychosomatic byproduct symptoms. As much as I wanted to be someone comforting, watching this enraged version of her was fascinating in an oddly unique way.

She mentioned something about a root cause. 

"You don't respect this person." I pointed out the key takeaway, making sure that I was on the same page as her. "What needs to be done, then?"

"Nothing. At least on my side." she answered without hesitation. From the way she spoke, she did make herself crystal clear. Even with all the wisdom and understanding surrounding her--about integrity, beliefs, truth, ethic, and relativity--she would stand like a rock in regards to the absolute statement that followed. "For respect is earned."

Whatever this bitch had done in the past,

I thought it must be quite a remarkable achievement.

Closure

A friend of yours said that you needed a closure.

You had tried to find one. To end the irony once and for all by taking a leap of faith. But then you realize: you're not smart enough to know that the period at the end of a sentence shouldn't be turned into a comma. Or perhaps you're not smart enough to understand which period is (and isn't) a subject to change.

It's been years. It's been a tiring, vague quest packed with a lot of wishful thinking.

When you know that the closure you desperately need will be just in your grasp,
are you ready to embrace whatever it will be
and get yourself prepared in less than a fullmoon?

Alteration

Perubahan itu seringkali nggak terasa, ya..

Saat long weekend minggu lalu, saya berkesempatan pulang ke Bandung setelah sekian lama. Haha-hihi bareng sahabat dan keluarga kayak nggak ada beban sama sekali--kayak nggak ada tugas kuliah yang menumpuk atau kepanitiaan yang merongrong minta diurus. Alhasil ketika mau balik ke Depok.. sendunya sampe melagu.

Nggak terasa, tau-tau dua sahabat saya udah tunangan lagi aja setelah menginjak usia pacaran enam tahun lebih. Sekarang jari manisnya Bagus sama Puspa udah bercincin. Gaya kali mereka. Waktu pamit habis makan di Narji, punggung tangannya yang didadah-dadahin, bukan telapak tangannya, biar sekalian pamer cincin. Syamps banget Bagus (habis itu dia dicaci-maki sama satu geng).

Untitled

Please don't mind my gramatically incorrect english and logically unstructured writing.

I really don't know where to start. Yea, as usual. Everytime I find any interesting and valuable experience in my daily life--whose ideas are worth sharing--rather than write it straight away, I usually wait until I get other great stories to write down with (this is actually another way of saying that I'm a professional procrastinator if it comes to writing blogspost). Hence I always have so many thoughts I want to share in every single blogspot and it is so hard to put them into words.

"It is so hard to put them into words". Why? First, as I have said before, there are so many thoughts (not to mention feelings I also wish to convey in my writing). Second, I doubt too much. I always doubt. Are these stories really worth sharing? Are these ideas really appropiate to be shared in such public site, which everyone in this planet can easily access, and to be read by people? And because of the previous reason, if they are personal, I always attempt to present the ultimate ideas of every paraghraph, sentence, phrase, or even word I write implicitly.

So, after thinking and brainstorming, and doubting, and turning off my iTunes player (it turns out that listening to the music doesn't help me at all), here I go.

Giving

Bibi : Neng, tadi itu di depan rame loh
Saya : Rame apaan bi?
Bibi : Ada teroris
Saya : ...Hah?

Itu adalah percakapan paling absurd sekaligus paling kocak yang pernah saya alami begitu bangun tidur. Belum semenit dua menit sadar, nyawa juga masih berceceran, nggak taunya dikabarin kalo di depan rumah ada teroris. What?

Setelah diselidik, ternyata yang dimaksud "di depan" itu bukan bener-bener di depan rumah, tapi di depan komplek. Lagi ada penggerebekan rumah teroris gitu deh. Orang-orang pada rame nonton di TKP, sampe masuk TV pula. Terus pesawat segala rupa juga sibuk mondar-mandir selama sejam lebih. Plus dihiasi dengan baku tembak segala. Saya kan tidur, jadi kaga mudeng sama sekali.

What a Funny World We Live In

Beberapa hari yang lalu, saya menemukan timeline twitter saya dihiasi sama fenomena yang lucu. Dua orang temen saya lagi mention-mentionan. Yang satu cowok, yang satu cewek. Terus ada dua orang temen lagi, yang ini dua-duanya cewek, ngepost twit dengan gaya berbeda yang jelas banget mengindikasikan kalo masing-masingnya cemburu liat dua orang pertama yang saya ceritakan tadi mention-mentionan.

Dunia ini lucu banget. Dua orang yang saling bertukar mention tanpa merasa dosa sekali pun bisa tanpa sadar bikin dua orang lainnya langsung galau maksimal. Udah galau, ditunjukin lagi. Biar dikata kode juga tetep aja kebaca. Saya senyum-senyum aja ngeliatinnya.