beberapa hari yang lalu, sebuah message muncul di FB.
seorang teman SMP menanyakan, kamu punya Blackberry? join grup teman-teman SMP yuk!
Dan setelah telepon saya menjadi agak lambat karena banyaknya data yang masuk, akhirnya pun saya bisa "bertemu" segelintir teman-teman SMP saya di sebuah chat group.
seperti biasa, saya adalah tipe orang yang menjaga jarak, melihat situasi terlabih dahulu, sebelum masuk ke dalam percakapan.
Melihat teman-teman saya ngobrol di chat room, berbagi foto-foto zaman SMP dan mengomentarinya...
sungguh membangkitkan memori.
setelah sekian lama tidak bertemu (beberapa pernah bertemu) lalu membaca tulisan-tulisan mereka, dengan cara bicara mereka masing-masing. Saya merasakan sedikit kehangatan di dada. ingin sekali berbicara banyak, ke mereka semua ataupun ke masing-masing personal. Karena saya, hingga saat ini, entah mengapa, selalu tertarik untuk mengenal (atau mengenal kembali) seseorang secara personal.
Apakah ada istilah yang tepat untuk sifat semacam ini? Harusnya ada, di salah satu ilmu kemanusiaan atau ilmu sosial/psikologi/antropologi.
Saya merasakan energi yang baru, dan memori-memori lama yang tergali ditambah dengan memori baru dan kabar-kabar baru yang saya dapatkan dari teman-teman saya. Seperti membuncah, membicarakan nostalgi, mencoba mengingat-ingat, apa saja yang telah terjadi dan telah saya lakukan, ataupun saya lewati, semasa SMP.
Sekarang, semua energi tersebut tersebut berbalik dan merasuk dalam diri, menimbulkan pertanyaan-pertanyaan.
mengapa ini dan itu.
bagaimana dan kapan.
di mana dan siapa.
Dan seperti biasa, tulisan saya tidak berkesimpulan. Belum.
mostly words, sometimes pictures, or doodles, occasionally information
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Door
once upon a time
a big monkey came across our lawn and knock on our door.
we didn't open the door, and let the monkey stayed outside.
and it was winter.
and the monkey froze.
on our doorstep.
big, grimacing, wide eyed, standing on its lower extrimities.
Frozen.
we cannot go through that door.
so we made another door.
The end.
a big monkey came across our lawn and knock on our door.
we didn't open the door, and let the monkey stayed outside.
and it was winter.
and the monkey froze.
on our doorstep.
big, grimacing, wide eyed, standing on its lower extrimities.
Frozen.
we cannot go through that door.
so we made another door.
The end.
Labels:
fabel,
fiction,
short stories,
twisted
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Go Laut Biru: shark tale
Go Laut Biru: shark tale: "17.02.11 Well, apakah kalian tahu bahwa sekitar 100 juta ikan hiu di dunia dibunuh tiap tahunnya?? dan bahwa Indonesia adalah negara penang..."
reason to resign
I have been extra busy these past few days.
dealing with this and that.
despite the fact that I had just resign from work.
I still have things to settle with, among many other things.
place to stay is one.
keep the cash flowing is another.
being able to do what I want is the main thing.
having time with my friends and family are always important
and focus, this one is hard, for me.
I did what I did, said what I said, and sometimes, it's not something I'm proud of.
people do things to me, I do things to them, is it the same thing?
I have learn things about myself, that might has to be cautiously remembered, because
it's how(who) I am.
I have learned, for this almost three decades of my life, that honesty is a must.
And I have things that I hold close to me, regardless what people think.
Information makes me move, lack of it, I'm dull.
and right now.
is the best moment.
to re-arrange my life.
step by step.
before i go any further, to other people's (life)
dealing with this and that.
despite the fact that I had just resign from work.
I still have things to settle with, among many other things.
place to stay is one.
keep the cash flowing is another.
being able to do what I want is the main thing.
having time with my friends and family are always important
and focus, this one is hard, for me.
I did what I did, said what I said, and sometimes, it's not something I'm proud of.
people do things to me, I do things to them, is it the same thing?
I have learn things about myself, that might has to be cautiously remembered, because
it's how(who) I am.
I have learned, for this almost three decades of my life, that honesty is a must.
And I have things that I hold close to me, regardless what people think.
Information makes me move, lack of it, I'm dull.
and right now.
is the best moment.
to re-arrange my life.
step by step.
before i go any further, to other people's (life)
Labels:
gibberish,
mumbling,
self pondering
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