I’ve spent a lot of time separating friendship and love. I guess if you are lucky, you can get both. Cougar
Month: October 2010
It’s a sign
Do you believe in signs?
I do. I believe in signs, although not as much as I believe in God. And that’s supposed to be a joke. I see signs everywhere anytime. Or, I want to see signs everywhere anytime. It gives me a suggestive feeling that heaven’s watching over me.
Take Gede Prama. On my normal days, I never hear his wisdoms aired in radio stations. Believe it or not, every time I feel I have enough of the world, suddenly his voice is everywhere on the radio talking about a specific thing I am experiencing. One early morning when I was so mad at something, I sped up along the toll road. Suddenly, Gede Prama voice greeted the listeners and talked to us about ANGER. He saved me from my suicidal attempt of being a car racer. So, yes, I do believe in signs above my logical being. And may be one day I’ll write a novel about it.
What are you complaining about?
Just arrived at the office at 11 this afternoon. I drove my car all the way from the very Eeeeeeeeast of Jakarta coret to the central of Jakarta. Almost 30 kilometers and 50 minutes by the toll road. The sun was scorching hot, even when I turned on my AC to the maximum.
Not far from Kilometer 0 (zero) Cawang intersection heading to Wiyoto Wiyono toll road, cars were slowing down. On the right side, right in the median of the road, several road signs were laid because there were 2 workers wearing orange uniform and head mask were working on the plants. They were trimming the plants. In the middle of the scorching sun. In the middle of a busy and dangerous toll road.
Growing old with you…
I met you when I was very young.
You were too.
Now that you are two decades older,
I can still remember you as you were when you and I were that young.
Life ahead of you means more decades to go.
And I can still remember me wanting to grow old with you.
Bungkusnya, bukan isinya
Si Mami dan saya bukan lah pasangan standar ibu-anak perempuan yang biasa ditemukan di dunia. We are not best friends, although we are not enemies either. Saya dan si Mami bukan jenis pasangan ibu-anak perempuan yang biasa saling curhat. Saya bukan jenis anak perempuan yang ngintilin si Mami, atau nangis bombay ke Mami karena patah hati, atau manis manja ke si Mami saat sedang minta perhatian, atau merengek ke si Mami saat sakit, atau belanja baju berdua lalu saling memilihkan baju masing-masing, bahkan bukan juga jenis anak perempuan yang apabila diwawancara reporter akan bilang, “Oh, Ibu saya adalah pahlawan saya. Dia idola saya. Saya gak bisa tidur tanpa Ibu saya.”
