After saying goodbye to my friend I headed home. I went to the nearest TransJakarta bus station. While I was walking in the bridge, I could see a bus approaching the station. I rush my way to the ticket window. The bus already stopped when i was buying my ticket. By the time I reached the door, the bus already moved away. Damn.
Standing in front of me another unlucky guy. I looked closely to this guy. He was drinking a bottle of water. Then after he finished drinking, he threw away the bottle to the road. “What the!” I said to myself. I jumped to the road. It wasn’t that high, but enough to draw attention from people around. I picked the bottle, and climbed my way to the door again.
“You shouldn’t litter, there’s a trash bag behind you.”
I handed over the bottle to him.
“What do you care!!”
He shouted back at me.
“No wonder Jakarta always flooded every rainy season.”
His right hand grabbed my shirt, while the other getting ready to punch my face. Before he could launch his punch, another guy grabbed his arm. He looked to the guy that stopped him and around, realizing that everyone in this station stared at him. Ashamed by his action, he walk out, left the bus station. I could saw that he throw his punch to the station’s pillar. CIITTT!!! The sound of bus brake woke me from my day dream. I jumped inside to the bus.
ps: Inspired by The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
Mississippi:I realized the problem. You write short stories… and I think you like living short stories, but I’m kinda ready for the novel.
Taken from movie Happythankyoumoreplease (2010). She said that to Sam Wexler, a writer.
Never mind a novel, I can’t even write a short story.
Suara hujan membangunkanku dari tidur siangku. Tidak biasanya aku tidur siang begini. Flu dan demam membuatku harus ijin untuk tidak masuk kantor hari ini. Akhirnya sejak pagi aku hanya berbaring di kasur saja. Sesekali keluar, mencari makan dan ke kamar mandi.
Sepi. Para penghuni kos yang lainnya tentunya sedang pergi bekerja. Hanya suara gemericik hujan yang menemaniku siang ini. Aku beranjak dari kasur, menarik kursi ke depan jendela kamarku, dan melemparkan pandangan keluar.
Hujan turun begitu derasnya, membasahi pekarangan rumah, menghilangkan dahaga tanaman-tanaman. Air hujan mengalir menuruni atap rumah di seberang, membentuk tirai air. Sepasang anak kecil, sepertinya baru pulang sekolah, berlarian menerobos hujan. Tangan diangkat ke atas sambil memegang tas, melindungi kepala mereka agar tidak kena hujan.
Sepi, tenang. Aku kembali terlelap, kali ini di atas kursi.
Bandung, 30 September.
By Khalil Gibran
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.
The “I” in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do—for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.
When thou sayest, “The wind bloweth eastward,” I say, “Aye it doth blow eastward“; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.
Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars—and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone.
When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell—even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, “My companion, my comrade,” and I call back to thee, “My comrade, my companion“—for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.
Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone.
My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect—and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.
My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.
ps: This prose is one of many works from Khalil Gibran. Taken from his book The Madman. I like it because this prose is easy to understand.
Pagi-pagi buka internet, bertebaran berita di social media kalau Steve Jobs meninggal dunia. Hoax kah? Saya lalu mengecek ke wikipedia, dan ternyata memang benar berita itu. Kemarin, 5 oktober 2011 tepatnya Apple merilis pernyataan bahwa Steve Jobs telah meninggal dunia. Berita kesehatan steve jobs yang memburuk sudah lama tersebar, dan karena alasan itu juga steve jobs keluar dari Apple.
Saya memang bukan penggemar barang-barang Apple, tapi saya akui barang-barang Apple sangat fantastis. Semua itu terlahir dari sentuhan tangan Steve Jobs. Seseorang yang sangat mengagumkan, dan akan terus dikenang setiap orang, melalui karya-karyanya. Selamat jalan Steve Jobs.
Apple statement in it’s site:
Apple has lost a visionary and creative genius, and the world has lost an amazing human being. Those of us who have been fortunate enough to know and work with Steve have lost a dear friend and an inspiring mentor. Steve leaves behind a company that only he could have built, and his spirit will forever be the foundation of Apple.
an eye for an eye
– Code of Hammurabi –
an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
– Mahatma Gandhi –
an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth
– Bible, Matthew 5:38 –
an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth leaving the world blin and toothless
– Another version –
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and pain for pain. I’ll payback my debts, with interest of course.
– Lotto of Yureka –
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and pain for pain. I’ll payback my debts, with interest of course, and i’ll strike where it hurt most.
– Maru the Slayer –
Musik memang sarana yang bagus untuk mengekspresikan perasaan. Bermacam jenis musik dapat menggambarkan perasaan yang berbeda-beda. Misalnya saja ketika sedang jatuh cinta. Banyak banget lagu yang bertemakan jatuh cinta. Atau ketika sedang patah hati, baru saja putus, dan semacamnya. Gak kalah banyak lagu-lagu galaunya. Untuk kedua event itu saya punya lagu yang spesial.
A song when i fall in love.
Lagu yang paling saya suka adalah Crazy in Love by Eminem Continue reading