Thursday, August 24, 2006

Adultery, is not suitable for cowards

This week, I had my weekend experiences as an adult (umm…should I call myself so? You’ll see and find it out).

Beginning my looonggg weekend with a half day sleep on independence day, it made me really-really felt and understood the word independence. I mean, woke up at 1pm at noon, had lunch, watched DVD and fell asleep again until 6.30pm without worrying any jobs awaited was totally A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

Ended the day going to my best friend’s house, talking about this time we were experiencing was totally a milestone from being a girl into a woman, yes Britney…we’re not a girl and not yet a woman.

How awfully bad we sometimes handled this period, how exhausted, yet…we still could see the exquisite things lied within.

Next day, was totally mess…having a morning quarrel with my mom meant having thunder in your summer sunbathing day. It was that bad to make you cry like a baby.

And my pacifiers were my best friends who also unfortunately having the same parents type with me, the-EGO.1 type.

Yet, my friend told me her father wise words “may I remind you that you’re in your quarter ages and soon you’ll be married, actually how much time left for us, to be real family before you start your own? Not more than couple years I guess, so why don’t you just pull yourself together and deal with it.”

Ended the day, realizing that whether you like it or not, whether your parents were dalai lama like or fidel castro like or even Hitler like, they were still priority in our lives and went home bearing those mind over a free beer, yes…it felt relieving.

But, just when I thought I had experienced my adultery for understanding my mom, drinking beer on one of the hippest lounge in kemang, taking cab for home (it was so sex ‘n the city ladies, wasn’t it? –well, minus I had my friend accompanied me on the cab), just as the time I thought I was acting like a 24years old should be…my family had to go out of the town, and left me HOME ALONE.

Here it went, the stimulation of what I had always dreamt of. Leading my own life, living alone (in an apartment, just as wide as my parent’s house now), cooking for my own, sleeping alone, reading books without any interruption such as “vin…makan duluuu, vinnn…bla…bla…”

At first I was quite excited, but as the night crawled over its dark blanket, I got frightened. Frightened enough to beg my 7years old cousin’s parent to let her sleep over in my house, frightened enough to make my best friend promised he would stay until late, until I was tired enough and fell asleep easily, frightened enough to make my Sophia latjuba-like friend to persuade her boyfriend to take her to my house, frightened enough to make me hit my dog for going out and leaving me alone in the house.

But then, I thought about my yesterday and said out loud to my heart that I was an adult who did not afraid of anything such as ghosts in the bush, wolves in the wall, creepy creeps, and so on…I was afraid of nothing but my mom.

So, I let my cousin go home after kissing and hugging her tight, called my best friends to stay wherever they were and enjoyed their nights, opened the gate and waited outside for my dog came back home, and read books alone until I fell asleep.

…with the whole lights on.

And the rest of world is going insane…

My friends’ stories:

“I checked out this –model look like- girl’s friendster and you know what, all of her testimonials said that she’s a perfect girl, while last week I found spoiled food in a bowl in her super messy room next to her make-up stall. When I asked about it, she just said “oh I forgot to take it out LAST WEEK””

Shock rate: *****

“My boyfriend’s mother once trapped in a domestic flood in her house that happened because she was too lazy to squeeze off the tap. And instead of taking care of the spilled water, she preferred to stay in bed upstairs.”

Shock rate: *****


“My friend was driving with her sister, then out of nowhere they caught in a clash. Her sisters got so angry, stepped out from the car, walked out behind the car and entering the nearest mall. My friend thought her sister was just standing back in the car, so she also got out from the car, walked in front of it, called a taxi and went home. Meanwhile the car was left alone, with the machine still ran and the key hung there and as for additional shock, inside the car was her laptop, her sister’s laptop, her sister’s communicator and a hand phone.

Yet, they were just lucky bastards that the car was guarded by some nice securities of the building they stopped the car in front of, so they still have the belongings until today.”

Shock rate: *****


“My friend is a model, one night she was invited to an executive club in North Jakarta. She needed to change so she went to the restroom and there she saw a cleaning service girl and the sexiest + most beautiful young lady she ever saw. Her body was in a perfect shape, the skin was like snow, and her face was totally gorgeous.

The lady was talking on her phone and said “darling, you have to buy me whether the Louis Vuitton’s bag or Gucci’s bag…hey! Don’t lie to me, you just won a 7 billion contract and you tell me you cannot afford to buy a 7 million hand bag? Pleaseee…what? Your mother needs your money and you gave all to her? What are you, nuts??? You f*ck me instead of your mom but you gave her the money??? Fine, next time, just f*ck your mom! I don’t care, you enjoyed my body, you pay! You f*ck me, you pay! No, I am not drunk, you assh*le! No, I am not drunk, sh*t! NOOO!!! just ask this cleaning lady (gave the phone to the cleaning service lady), miss, tell him I am not drunk! (the innocent cleaning lady : she’s not drunk). See! I am not drunk, you moron! Next time, you won’t ever get the chance to f*ck me! Sh*t!”

And after she hung up the phone, she smiled so sweetly to my friend and said “boyfriends, they need to be treat that way you know…there’s nothing free, they f*ck us, they pay us, rite? Anyway, what kind of show is taking place now?” while my friend was still stunned and could not answer, the lady stepped out and said “yuk, kita fun dulu ya, bo…”

Shock rate: *****


Maybe we could collect all those kind of stories and build “Really???believe it or not” as a sequel to “Ripley’s believe it or not”.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

“if you are not generic and ordinary and homogenized.
You stand out no matter how similar your surroundings”
10 jempol (yang artinya angkat 2 tangan dan semua jari, karena jari saya jempol semua) buat copywriter yang nulis line itu.
Menjadi unik adalah genetika manusia, karena tidak ada satu manusia pun yang sama satu sama lain. Jadi, kenapa berusaha terlalu keras untuk menjadi beda disaat kita masing-masing memang sudah berbeda?
Manusia…secara manusiawi gak pernah puas…

Mungkin itu adalah hal yang paling saya benci di dunia ini.
Ya, munafik, hipokrit, pretensius dan teman-temannya, sifat-sifat manusia yang gak pernah puas sama dirinya sendiri.
Kebayang banget gimana kasihannya orang-orang yang sepanjang hidupnya harus munafik.
Kasihan amat hidup kok tergantung sama apa pandangan orang, rasanya gak lepas banget.
Dan saya capek banget menghadapi orang yang seperti itu, orang yang selalu menasehati orang dan mencitrakan dirinya sebagai orang baik, padahal jelas-jelas dia juga cuma manusia biasa.
Kalo emang marah, marahlah, kalo emang narsis, narsislah, kalo emang genit, ya genit aja, ngapain sih musti pura-pura cool dan gak peduli penampilan padahal gak pede kalo gak keluar dengan make-up setebel aspal jalanan.
Ngapain sih sok-sok’an gak butuh cowok padahal selalu memamerkan lekuk tubuh demi meluluhkan hati mereka.
Ngapain sih sok-sok’an ngerokok kalo gak tahan sama asap rokok?
Ngapain sih sok-sok’an benci sama orang tapi tetep ngasih perhatian dan gak pengen dibenci?
Urrrgggghhhhh...pengen deh ngomong semuanya ke orang yang muna, tapi pasti deh…jawabannya…apa ya??duh pasti itu deh…udah ketebak banget…
Kenapa saya juga jadi emosi gini?jadi judgemental? Jangan-jangan…saya juga munafik, toh buktinya cuma berani ngomong di blog, kalo ketemu orangnya pasti deh sok gak ada apa-apa…
Dasar muna…