Quick writing! I haven't been posting anything here since Saturday and that was not even enough (have you seen my OBO YouTuber? I feel bad to Pewds since I didn't put that much effort on talking about him...). Not that I've been busy. Surprise, surprise! I just don't feel like writing. I'm sorry! I terribly am!
I think I just need couple of hours or days more to pull myself together from whatever the hell it is. I just want to let you guys know what I'm still alive and well; quite well even, since my wallet is kind of fat now c:
Thanks for reading!
Tuesday 29 July 2014
Saturday 26 July 2014
ONE BY ONE: YouTuber - PewDiePie
OMG, I almost forget! It's Saturday, which means it's time for ONE BY ONE, the YouTuber series!
"*Chuckles* How's it going, Bros? My name is PEEEEEEWWDiePhie."
Twelve out of ten people on the Internet knows who that is. PewDiePie.
He is the number one most subscribed YouTuber on YouTube and probably contributes more or less on video gaming commentating. He is hilarious, although some of his jokes might considered a bit too offensive for butthurt people. AND he's also one of my favourite YouTuber.
I first heard about him from my Senpai, but I didn't search for him because my Senpai didn't show me his vids, thus not giving much for me to become more interested. But boys in my class have always been watching him and I finally watch his videos where he plays DreadOut, Happy Wheels, and I think Flappy Bird (that shit is real bullshit). Then The FineBros made an Elders React To YouTuber in which they react to him. From there, I began searching for his videos, and on his second or third video that I watch, I finally subscribe.
Now you might think, "If he really is THAT hilarious, why would you think before subscribe to him?"
The answer is simple:
Because I fucking can.
What considered hilarious for most people might not be hilarious for me. For example, for most people it's considered hilarious to call people idiots and autistic but to me it's just plain dumb. But okay that's just an example.
As you guys know, I cuss way too fucking much, and he also cuss so that's one thing that bound us together. And his reactions are just sooooo funny and hilarious and just...
Ah...
Nevermind. Here you go.
Twelve out of ten people on the Internet knows who that is. PewDiePie.
He is the number one most subscribed YouTuber on YouTube and probably contributes more or less on video gaming commentating. He is hilarious, although some of his jokes might considered a bit too offensive for butthurt people. AND he's also one of my favourite YouTuber.
I first heard about him from my Senpai, but I didn't search for him because my Senpai didn't show me his vids, thus not giving much for me to become more interested. But boys in my class have always been watching him and I finally watch his videos where he plays DreadOut, Happy Wheels, and I think Flappy Bird (that shit is real bullshit). Then The FineBros made an Elders React To YouTuber in which they react to him. From there, I began searching for his videos, and on his second or third video that I watch, I finally subscribe.
Now you might think, "If he really is THAT hilarious, why would you think before subscribe to him?"
The answer is simple:
Because I fucking can.
What considered hilarious for most people might not be hilarious for me. For example, for most people it's considered hilarious to call people idiots and autistic but to me it's just plain dumb. But okay that's just an example.
As you guys know, I cuss way too fucking much, and he also cuss so that's one thing that bound us together. And his reactions are just sooooo funny and hilarious and just...
Ah...
Nevermind. Here you go.
Friday 25 July 2014
IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING: THIS POST MAY CONTAIN HARDCORE FANGIRL ACTIVITIES. LEAVE THE PAGE WHILE IT'S STILL POSSIBLE.
NOW YOU'RE DOOMED.
OH
MY
GOD.
It's finally here! It's hERE!
THE FIFTY SHADES OF GREY OFFICIAL TRAILER!!!
After years and months and weeks of TORTURE with TEASER TRAILER and STILLS - oh fuck! I can't even!
*fangirls*
Oh my God it's here! I can't even tell you how MUCH I AM EXCITED FOR THIS MOVIE but then we still have to wait SIX MONTHS TWENTY DAYS TWENTY HOURS AND I
CAN'T
W A I T T H A T L O N G.
I swear to God, if I can't GET THE MOVIE RIGHT NOW, tomorrow when I go to my usual cafe I'd be like,
"One Christian Grey with gray tie, please. Oh, and also some red bow on his... you know... masculine area."
So far in the trailer I think they stick to the book pretty good. AND when Christian shows Ana his PLAYROOM! I can't! GOOOOODDDDD HAVE MERCY ON ME!
I was lost at "Mr Grey will see you now."
But apparently, the "now" is six months two weeks six days twenty hours and forty minutes.
THE FANDOM WANTS IT NOW!
And if you're also a Greysessed like me, your reaction would be probably mostly "Oh my God" "Aw fuck" and - most surprisingly - moans.
No I'm just kidding. Of course you're going to moan. It's Mr Grey. What do you expect?
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Thursday 24 July 2014
ONE BY ONE: Books - Ink Exchange by Melissa Marr
Hey people! It's Thursday, which means it's time for our very first time for OBO: Books series! Not... books series but... book//series... NEVERMIND!
Now I originally planned to talk about the WHOLE SERIES of this book but in the end I choose to pick my favorite which is Ink Exchange.
I know, I knoooww y'all bored already listening to me talking about Ink Exchange and Niall and Irial and Leslie and every other faeries in it but... well... that IS my favorite book after all, probably like, my ALL TIME favorite.
For those of you who don't know, Ink Exchange is the second book of the Wicked Lovely series by Melissa Marr. Although there are five books in the series, the story didn't goes like continuous from the previous book to the next book unlike, let's say, the Divergent series. No. The story still takes place in the same world with same major character and there are also some minor character that becomes a major/main character and every book has different main character with different storyline and problems waiting to be solved. But I suggest you to read each book in order so that you know what's going on and who is who. Those are definitely NOT stand alones, so I guess that's why they are called a book series.
With Ink Exchange, there are three main protagonist: Leslie, a mortal; Niall, a Summer Court faery; and Irial, the Dark Court king.
Leslie is one that the Summer Queen, Aislinn (Ashling, main protagonist from previous book - see, that's why I told you to read the book in their orders!) consider her best friend. However, Aislinn doesn't trust her enough to tell Leslie about the faery world. Unlike her friend, Leslie doesn't have Sight aka the ability to see faeries and through their glamour. So Aislinn told some Summer Court fey to guard her, invisibly, wherever Leslie go. Niall happens to be one of those fey mostly because Aislinn trusts him.
I don't know how it began, I don't know since when, but Niall cares about Leslie. A lot. He cares about her so much it might considered as love, which cannot be closer to the truth. Every time it's his turn to watch on her, he accompanies her everywhere she goes like a friend, unlike other faeries who keep a safe distance. He will talk to her one sidedly - one sidedly, is that even a word? - and keeping himself invisible. But one day, in some art gallery, he finally shows himself up to her, and - finally - talk to each other.
Irial, on the other hand, doesn't care about Leslie - in the beginning. He and Niall do have a history together - one that Niall wants to leave behind but Irial won't let him - but Leslie, to him, was just another mortal. They - Leslie and Irial - first met at a tattoo and piercing shop which owned by Rabbit, a Halfling - half human, half faery - who also happens to be Gabriel's son, and Gabriel is Irial's right hand (there are soooo many character that it's kind of hard not to talk about one character without bring another character although s/he is only a minor character). But what I'm trying to say is, although Leslie is friends with Rabbit, she didn't know that the shop has a strong bound to one of four faery courts.
The main conflict of this book: Leslie.
She wants a tattoo, she wants a meaningful tattoo to her that says freedom - free from fear, hurts, and all those kind of stuff - and Rabbit shows her a book full of his tattoo designs, the ones that will be taken down once someone choose it as their tattoo (I don't know if real tattoo artists have books like Rabbit has, but if yes, it'll be VERY COOL). Irial's tattoo - eyes and wings - attracted her and so she chooses that one. Rabbit asks her if she's really sure on choosing that tattoo because that tattoo will bounds her to Irial (well yeah of course Rabbit doesn't say about the Irial part but he does telling Leslie that it could be bad for her). But the tattoo's calling for Leslie, and Leslie answers the call.
Then Irial gave his blood and tears to Rabbit for him to mix it with the ink so that Leslie is truly connected with Irial. Why Irial needs Leslie, you ask? Well.
The Dark Court is a court where the faeries feed with dark emotions like hate, anger, lust, and pain but only from other faeries. When the Winter Court was the most powerful court, the Dark Court was also strong. But when the new Winter Queen made a deal with Summer King and Queen and so made a truce, the Dark Court grows weaker and weaker every day. If Irial could feed his court with human emotions, it could restore their power. And that's why he needs Leslie.
Like I've said in every other posts where I talk about Ink Exchange (there's probably three or four), the love story didn't go as Irial loves Leslie, Leslie loves Niall, Irial and Niall competes with each other trying to win Leslie. That's not. How it goes.
Irial loves Niall, whatever happened between them, no matter how much Niall tries - and fails - to hate Irial, he still loves Niall. And so is Niall to Irial. Their love maybe not the kind of love with lust, but it's also more than just brother's love. So, yeah, they love each other, no matter how Niall tries do deny it.
Leslie is a newcomer. She is - was - a mortal thus making her weak in a world of faeries. It was Niall's job to protect her, but he fell in love. And Leslie was supposed to be just a tool for Irial, but he also fell in love with her. And Leslie, Leslie loves them both. And, yeah, I know I've said before that I'm a monogamist, but their love towards each other feels so pure I don't even know how to describe it. It's one thing that you have to see - or read - yourself.
And the tattoo!
I've always been attracted to tattoos and piercings since I was, probably in elementary school. And this book only made me liking them even more. Nooo I don't like when tattoos and piercings being overdone nor I like it when the tattoo's starting to fade away but the owner seems to careless about it. Stay classy, don't be trashy. Or was it stay classy keep it trashy? I don't know. POKOKNYA. Since I read this book I'm kind of getting obsessed with tattoos. I've had my ear pierced, two piercings, and planning on getting more. Tattoos? You guys might have already know that I'm allowed to get tattooed only when I'm twenty-one. That's how cool my mom is.
And I actually can't name things that I love about this book. I just know that I love it I love it I love it and I'm probably the worst person EVER to review books. But if you're thinking about whether you should read it or not, here's my recommendation on reading this book:
- If you're a person that loves dark stories, this book's for you
- Although there are SO MANY characters in this book, they're all written perfectly by Marr and they are memorable (so you don't have to go flipping through the pages again and again trying to remember who is who)
- If you love urban fantasy novels, this book's for you
- If you want to know more about tattoos, tattoo artists, and the process of making tattoo, you might want to give this book a shot
- If you're a fan or Marr, I won't recommend this book for you because you clearly have read it
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Tuesday 22 July 2014
Realisation: Just Let That Sinks In
Oh shit.
I
am sixteen.
S I X T E E N.
Do you know what that means? Do you? DO YOU?
That means I'm now closer to the day where I'm going to college and moving away and pay my OWN BILLS and do my OWN CHORES and WORK MY ASS OFF.
OH
FUCK.
Don't get me WRONG! I've always been wanting my VERY OWN HOUSE but NOT LIKE THIS!
Not when I'm going to have to use my money for my living! That's why I have mom! And dads! So that they can give me money! Seriously, people with no parents or live without their parents, HOW'D YOU DO THAT SHIT?
Soon, I no longer can sleep until 12pm in the afternoon. I no longer can sit around doing nothing. I no longer can procrastinate. AND I'M GOING TO LIVE
A L O N E.
WHAT IF SOME SCARY ASS SHIT CREATURES KILL ME IN MY SLEEP NOW THAT NO ONE IS THERE TO KNOW THAT I DIE?
I'M SO NOT READY FOR THAT SHIT.
I
am sixteen.
S I X T E E N.
Do you know what that means? Do you? DO YOU?
That means I'm now closer to the day where I'm going to college and moving away and pay my OWN BILLS and do my OWN CHORES and WORK MY ASS OFF.
OH
FUCK.
Don't get me WRONG! I've always been wanting my VERY OWN HOUSE but NOT LIKE THIS!
Not when I'm going to have to use my money for my living! That's why I have mom! And dads! So that they can give me money! Seriously, people with no parents or live without their parents, HOW'D YOU DO THAT SHIT?
Soon, I no longer can sleep until 12pm in the afternoon. I no longer can sit around doing nothing. I no longer can procrastinate. AND I'M GOING TO LIVE
A L O N E.
WHAT IF SOME SCARY ASS SHIT CREATURES KILL ME IN MY SLEEP NOW THAT NO ONE IS THERE TO KNOW THAT I DIE?
I'M SO NOT READY FOR THAT SHIT.
Monday 21 July 2014
Monday with Keiten: I Haven't Take Shower Cause I'm Saving Water For Our Child
I think I've always been having issues about loyalty.
Like, in relationship or friendship, just stay loyal. If you don't like them anymore, if you don't want to be with them anymore, talk to them; don't, you know, talk about them behind their back or cheating or some other shit.
Beginning of it? I don't know, probably back then when I was in elementary school. I had this girl I called my best friend (best friends, actually... there were two girls) and I don't exactly remember what happened but it happens to be something that makes me feel really betrayed. Idk maybe she told everyone that I sometimes still pee on my pants and has kittens as 4pm snack.
STILL EATS IT.
Anyway.
I've been reading this series of short story in a website and it's about a long term relationship. There were two couples aaaaannnd they like, cheat on each other. I'm not really sure though if they were really cheating because their partners seem to agree with it. And they also seem to be happy about it!
The story was kind of interesting, I'm kind of sorry that I had to stop reading it because they exchange partners. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I don't know, you tell me. I think that's a bad thing. Hands down, I'm a monogamist. And also happen to be a selfish person.
But the thing is, the writer probably only writes it because THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS NOWADAYS. Although it's not very common in my school but from what I heard, having a "main" and a "side" is like a very normal thing to do. Well not really very, but people don't really pay attention to those kind of things anymore. And I was like, seriously?
And while I'm typing this, I thought of my friend, Panda - I think I've made a post about us before... when we're skipping class perhaps? - and although she doesn't have a main and a side she does, you know, kind of flirts with other guy when she still has a boyfriend. Although her flirting isn't exactly "flirting" like, she just talks with them and happens to be a good observer so she knows what they do and don't like, it's still kind of flirting. Suuuuuurrreeee she doesn't get all slutty but still.
Okay, I know that's none of my business, but I just can't stop from thinking, "why don't you just leave?"
Like, if you're not happy, God dammit just leave!
And I'm not talking about my friend anymore!
God. Is this whole loyaltylessness has become another new trend or is it just me taking it too seriously?
How hard is it to commit?
...Says the girl who can barely commit to her routine.
Hey you know what? I'm out. I'm going to take shower. Fuck our future children. Bye.
Like, in relationship or friendship, just stay loyal. If you don't like them anymore, if you don't want to be with them anymore, talk to them; don't, you know, talk about them behind their back or cheating or some other shit.
Beginning of it? I don't know, probably back then when I was in elementary school. I had this girl I called my best friend (best friends, actually... there were two girls) and I don't exactly remember what happened but it happens to be something that makes me feel really betrayed. Idk maybe she told everyone that I sometimes still pee on my pants and has kittens as 4pm snack.
STILL EATS IT.
Anyway.
I've been reading this series of short story in a website and it's about a long term relationship. There were two couples aaaaannnd they like, cheat on each other. I'm not really sure though if they were really cheating because their partners seem to agree with it. And they also seem to be happy about it!
The story was kind of interesting, I'm kind of sorry that I had to stop reading it because they exchange partners. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I don't know, you tell me. I think that's a bad thing. Hands down, I'm a monogamist. And also happen to be a selfish person.
But the thing is, the writer probably only writes it because THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS NOWADAYS. Although it's not very common in my school but from what I heard, having a "main" and a "side" is like a very normal thing to do. Well not really very, but people don't really pay attention to those kind of things anymore. And I was like, seriously?
And while I'm typing this, I thought of my friend, Panda - I think I've made a post about us before... when we're skipping class perhaps? - and although she doesn't have a main and a side she does, you know, kind of flirts with other guy when she still has a boyfriend. Although her flirting isn't exactly "flirting" like, she just talks with them and happens to be a good observer so she knows what they do and don't like, it's still kind of flirting. Suuuuuurrreeee she doesn't get all slutty but still.
Okay, I know that's none of my business, but I just can't stop from thinking, "why don't you just leave?"
Like, if you're not happy, God dammit just leave!
And I'm not talking about my friend anymore!
God. Is this whole loyaltylessness has become another new trend or is it just me taking it too seriously?
How hard is it to commit?
...Says the girl who can barely commit to her routine.
Hey you know what? I'm out. I'm going to take shower. Fuck our future children. Bye.
Sunday 20 July 2014
shadows are kind of scary
my. head. hurts.
this is going to be some random blogging full of complaining probably so if you're not interested LEAVE IMMEDIATELY like RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.
my hear hurts my head hurts my head hurts. i think i have migraine. my left head hurts. that sounds like i have two heads. no. my left side of head hurts. and it's getting worse and worse and worse. like it HURS.
i almost have no energy to type like did you see that typo by there i usually don't make typos while typing even when i'm looking away and when i do make typos i'm b going back and fix it now i just don't care anymore my head hurts.
i've told you this is going to be me complaining.
not that i have never have headaches before and not that i have never have headaches THIS BAD before but it just hiurts so much
i've had headaches worse than this but i don't know. maybe i just miss someone to talk to and my mom is away so yeah i'm talking to you whoever reads this through my blog and if you get so confused with my writing i'm sorry my head hurts
i'm complaining too much
but
just
leave
if
you
don't
want
to
read
me
complaining more
i tried to bag the side that hurts to the wal but it just making everythin gworse
and i have no everny energy to type and correct all my typing and grammatical mistakes so sorry
and there is this shit yelling outside my room watching football football as in soccer i mean
i really do hope i'm going to have my own house soon like very soon
and it's going to have a room that is kedap suara i don't even care anymore to look for what that means in english like i mean kedap suara is you know you can't hear coiver voices i mean from outside and just like in cinemas and studios if you know what i mean
maybe i should go to sleep. this will get better when i wake up. usually that's how it works. but i just always wondering what causes my heacaches headaches because if i have something like tumor in my brain i want to know.
nighty night peeps.
i don't even knw why i'm calling you peeps.
sorry for the eyeache i cause you.
this is going to be some random blogging full of complaining probably so if you're not interested LEAVE IMMEDIATELY like RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.
my hear hurts my head hurts my head hurts. i think i have migraine. my left head hurts. that sounds like i have two heads. no. my left side of head hurts. and it's getting worse and worse and worse. like it HURS.
i almost have no energy to type like did you see that typo by there i usually don't make typos while typing even when i'm looking away and when i do make typos i'm b going back and fix it now i just don't care anymore my head hurts.
i've told you this is going to be me complaining.
not that i have never have headaches before and not that i have never have headaches THIS BAD before but it just hiurts so much
i've had headaches worse than this but i don't know. maybe i just miss someone to talk to and my mom is away so yeah i'm talking to you whoever reads this through my blog and if you get so confused with my writing i'm sorry my head hurts
i'm complaining too much
but
just
leave
if
you
don't
want
to
read
me
complaining more
i tried to bag the side that hurts to the wal but it just making everythin gworse
and i have no everny energy to type and correct all my typing and grammatical mistakes so sorry
and there is this shit yelling outside my room watching football football as in soccer i mean
i really do hope i'm going to have my own house soon like very soon
and it's going to have a room that is kedap suara i don't even care anymore to look for what that means in english like i mean kedap suara is you know you can't hear coiver voices i mean from outside and just like in cinemas and studios if you know what i mean
maybe i should go to sleep. this will get better when i wake up. usually that's how it works. but i just always wondering what causes my heacaches headaches because if i have something like tumor in my brain i want to know.
nighty night peeps.
i don't even knw why i'm calling you peeps.
sorry for the eyeache i cause you.
Saturday 19 July 2014
#CandorTime
I'm going to make a confession. And after all, it's Saturday night! It's time for #CandorTime.
So basically, I am one of seven administrators - or admin(s) - on one of Indonesia's biggest book fanbase for Divergent series by Veronica Roth (we have 5k+ followers already!) and each one of us have our schedule on ngadmin and mine is every Saturday. And I have this game called #CandorTime where I just throw some questions and the fanbase's followers are asked to answer them TRUTHFULLY (because what's the point of being a Candor if you're not honest). And I'm not going to lie, at first, this ngadmin thing SUCKS.
The founder and I didn't really go along well back at that time and I kind of feel something like jealousy because I have my own fanbase dedicated to another series of book and they just aren't THIS big. And this fanbase followers I feel like they're too... arbitrary. Their answers are not like what I expected, some feels like giving a really rude joke, and with the main issue between the founder and I, I've thought about quitting more than once.
BUT there are also sweet Initiates that somehow feels like supporting me, and they're just really kind to me, and before I even knew it, I fell in love with this whole fanbase and its fandom. All the fanboys and the fangirls, they're somewhat important to me now and that sounds really cheesy oh my God.
Well, long story short, tonight I tried this thing where I just asked some veeeerry sensitive and private questions about their childhood and their memories and what things makes them happy and what is their regrets and everything and I just can't stop thinking about how lucky I am.
I'm a complete stranger to them, yet they open their mind for me. Sure, some probably not really a big deal to them but when it comes to me, my chest hurts by this overwhelmed trust they gave to me.
WHICH IS PROBABLY THE WORST MISTAKE THEY'VE EVER MADE.
I feel sooooo lucky to get to know them more, like, maybe I don't know what's their real name or their favorite food whatsoever (actually that'd probably be a good idea for me to ask) but I do know what they regret most, what is their fear, and what memory they treasure most. And I kind of feel confused of artists and famous people who has SOOOO much fans but they treat their fans like they don't mean a thing. I mean, dude, seriously, without them you wouldn't be there! These #CandorTime participants are SURELY SURELY NOT my fans but they support me and if I ever treat them like shit, I'd know that actually,
i am the shit.
And if there's any DivergentID followers reading this and you constantly participating in my game called the #CandorTime I just want you to know that I am VERY grateful and I feel so blessed and I owe you BIG THANKS and I also love you very much, like, if I ever had to choose between eating pizza and talking to you guys, I'd obviously choose you! ...because I can still eat the pizza while talking to you.
So once again, thank you sooooo SOOOOO MUCH for being there; thank you for letting me into your mind, and I love you so ridiculously and insanely much. Whatever you've been through, you're awesome and you're beautiful.
I love you.
xxx
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So basically, I am one of seven administrators - or admin(s) - on one of Indonesia's biggest book fanbase for Divergent series by Veronica Roth (we have 5k+ followers already!) and each one of us have our schedule on ngadmin and mine is every Saturday. And I have this game called #CandorTime where I just throw some questions and the fanbase's followers are asked to answer them TRUTHFULLY (because what's the point of being a Candor if you're not honest). And I'm not going to lie, at first, this ngadmin thing SUCKS.
The founder and I didn't really go along well back at that time and I kind of feel something like jealousy because I have my own fanbase dedicated to another series of book and they just aren't THIS big. And this fanbase followers I feel like they're too... arbitrary. Their answers are not like what I expected, some feels like giving a really rude joke, and with the main issue between the founder and I, I've thought about quitting more than once.
BUT there are also sweet Initiates that somehow feels like supporting me, and they're just really kind to me, and before I even knew it, I fell in love with this whole fanbase and its fandom. All the fanboys and the fangirls, they're somewhat important to me now and that sounds really cheesy oh my God.
Well, long story short, tonight I tried this thing where I just asked some veeeerry sensitive and private questions about their childhood and their memories and what things makes them happy and what is their regrets and everything and I just can't stop thinking about how lucky I am.
I'm a complete stranger to them, yet they open their mind for me. Sure, some probably not really a big deal to them but when it comes to me, my chest hurts by this overwhelmed trust they gave to me.
WHICH IS PROBABLY THE WORST MISTAKE THEY'VE EVER MADE.
I feel sooooo lucky to get to know them more, like, maybe I don't know what's their real name or their favorite food whatsoever (actually that'd probably be a good idea for me to ask) but I do know what they regret most, what is their fear, and what memory they treasure most. And I kind of feel confused of artists and famous people who has SOOOO much fans but they treat their fans like they don't mean a thing. I mean, dude, seriously, without them you wouldn't be there! These #CandorTime participants are SURELY SURELY NOT my fans but they support me and if I ever treat them like shit, I'd know that actually,
i am the shit.
And if there's any DivergentID followers reading this and you constantly participating in my game called the #CandorTime I just want you to know that I am VERY grateful and I feel so blessed and I owe you BIG THANKS and I also love you very much, like, if I ever had to choose between eating pizza and talking to you guys, I'd obviously choose you! ...because I can still eat the pizza while talking to you.
So once again, thank you sooooo SOOOOO MUCH for being there; thank you for letting me into your mind, and I love you so ridiculously and insanely much. Whatever you've been through, you're awesome and you're beautiful.
I love you.
xxx
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Thursday 17 July 2014
Random Rant Super Short Blog Post
Am I the only one who really LOVES to talk to myself and practically being my own best friend? Because we - I and I - will like talk about random things at the most random times then laugh at our own inside jokes but the thing is I only speak the one voice so the other voice is remain unhearable by other people because she - I - speaks inside my own mind so no one else heard it but me - us - but then we'll laugh together and everyone's going to look at me like AM KARAYZEE!
Which kind of cute, actually.
Which kind of cute, actually.
Tuesday 15 July 2014
Matthew Trewhella III
Fanfic seri Ingo karya Helen Dunmore. SPOILER ALERT! I own nothing. :)
Aku mendengarnya sebelum otakku menerjemahkan suara itu.
Sssssapphireeee......... Sssssaaaaaapppphhiiiiireeeeeeee........
"Dad?" panggilku. Tapi itu tidak mungkin. Dad sudah meninggal. Dad sekarang berada di Limina.
Sssssaaaaaapppphhhhhiireeeeeeee...............
Suara itu semakin mendesak, dan kali ini aku yakin bukan Dad yang memanggilku. Suara ini milik seorang perempuan. Aku merasa pernah mendengarnya, tapi ingatan itu hanyalah memori samar yang sulit kujangkau.
Myyrrgh kerenzzaaaa.......
"Sapphire?" Conor mendongak, dan aku menyadari bahwa aku telah berdiri. Sadie mulai menggeram, seolah tahu suara dari Ingo memanggilku. "Hush, Sadie."
"Con?" panggilku. "Aku mau pergi ke teluk sebentar."
Kali ini Conor mengernyitkan keningnya. "Ada apa? Apa Faro-"
"Bukan, bukan Faro," tukasku. Aku mengusap kepala Sadie lembut. "Tolong jaga Sadie, ya? Sadie, Sadie manis, kau diam di rumah bersama Conor sebentar, ya? Aku segera kembali, aku janji."
"Saph-"
Tapi aku tidak mendengar lagi, karena aku telah berlari keluar rumah, menuju teluk, menuju suara wanita yang memanggil-manggil namaku. Aku berusaha secepat sekaligus sehati-hati mungkin saat turun ke teluk, tapi tetap saja tanganku tergores tepian batu yang tajam. Lalu aku berlari melewati garis pantai hingga separuh betisku terbenam, tapi aku tidak menyelam. Belum.
Aku tidak bisa memastikan suara yang memanggilku berbahaya atau tidak.
"Keluarlah!" teriakku. "Aku sudah datang. Apa maumu?"
Kemudian, perlahan-lahan, jauh lebih ke tengah, sebuah bola hitam muncul ke permukaan. Namun itu bukan bola biasa; itu adalah kepala. Kepala seorang Mer. Meski matahari mulai terbenam, cahayanya cukup bagiku untuk mengenali Mer tersebut. Itu bukan Elvira, meski mereka cukup mirip. Bukan.
Itu Mellina.
"Kemarilah," pintanya, suaranya terdengar lemah dan sesak. "Aku tidak bisa menembus batas Ingo dan Udara semudah dirimu."
Baru akhirnya aku menyelam. Aku terkadang lupa bahwa tidak semua Mer - dan manusia - seperti Faro dan aku; kami memiliki darah Mer dan darah manusia. Meski awalnya menyakitkan, namun transisi dari Ingo ke Udara dan sebaliknya tidak sulit bagi kami. Bagi beberapa Mer lainnya, rupanya, itu merupakan proses yang menyakitkan, bahkan meski secara teknis seluruh tubuh mereka berada di dalam Ingo.
Aku menghampiri Mellina dan menyadari ia membawa Mordowrgi, anak Mer Dad. Adik tiriku. Ia tidak lagi tampak semungil dulu saat aku menggendongnya di gua Saldowr beberapa bulan yang lalu. Benarkah itu baru beberapa bulan yang lalu? Rasanya seperti bertahun-tahun yang lalu.
"Salam," sapaku.
"Salam, Myrgh Kerenza," balasnya. Aku sedikit mengernyit lalu dengan cepat menetralkan kembali ekspresiku. Nyaris seluruh Ingo memanggilku Myrgh Kerenza. Hanya karena Mellina yang memanggilku begitu tidak berarti semuanya berbeda.
Aku mengamati Mordowrgi, dan ia balas mengamatiku. Bola matanya hitam dan besar, ekor Mernya bergerak-gerak di balik buntalan yang ibunya bawa. Ia tersenyum memamerkan gusinya yang baru ditumbuhi satu gigi, lalu tinjunya yang mengepal menggapai-gapaiku.
"Halo, Mordowrgi," sapaku, lebih lembut dari yang kukira. Tapi aku tidak bisa menahannya. Bayi memiliki kecenderungan mengeluarkan sisi lembut dari dirimu.
Mellina mengamati saat Mordowrgi tertawa menanggapi sapaanku, lalu ia tersenyum. "Dia menyukaimu."
"Eh," aku rikuh sejenak. "Terima kasih?"
Wanita Mer itu tersenyum lagi padaku. Di matanya tampak gurat-gurat kesedihan karena kepergian Dad. Dan sebelum aku bisa menahannya, aku berkata, "Aku turut menyesal atas kehilanganmu."
"Kau? Menyesal atas kehilanganku?" Mellina tertawa, dan untuk sesaat kukira ia mengejekku. Tapi kemudian aku menyadari tawanya hampa.
"Oh, Myrgh Kerenza," matanya tampak begitu sedih namun ada setitik rasa terhibur di sana. "Aku bisa lihat mengapa Matthew begitu menyayangimu."
Ulu hatiku serasa ditonjok saat ia menyebutkan tentang Dad. Aku nyaris berkata, tapi dia lebih menyayangimu. Untunglah aku berhasil menahan diri. Bukan salahnya Dad jatuh cinta padanya dan bukan salah Dad ia membuat Mellina mencintainya. Kami semua merasakan kehilangan yang sama; kehilangan orang yang kami sayangi.
Mellina menunduk menatap bayi Mer dalam dekapannya. "Bayi ini adalah anak Matthew," katanya, seperti kebiasaan para Mer mengulang hal yang sudah jelas. "Selama ini, kami memanggilnya Mordowrgi. Kau memanggilnya Mordowrgi."
Mellina mendongak. "Kini, ia sudah cukup besar untuk menerima nama yang sesungguhnya."
Aku menelan ludah dengan gugup. Aku tidak mengerti apa hubungannya pemberian nama untuk Mordowrgi untukku.
"Sapphire," ujar Mellina, "ini bertentangan dengan kebiasaan para Mer, tapi aku-" ia berdeham, "-aku ingin memberinya nama milik Matthew."
Barulah aku mengerti. "Kau ingin meminta izinku?"
Wanita Mer itu bergerak gelisah. "Aku tahu kau dan kakakmu menyalahkanku atas kepergian Matthew ke Ingo - tidak, biarkan aku menyelesaikan," katanya saat aku membuka mulut untuk menyela. "Dan sedikit-banyak, mungkin kalian benar."
Mellina tampak menyesal. "Seandainya waktu itu aku tidak bernyanyi padanya, ia tidak akan memberanikan diri masuk ke Ingo. Seandainya aku langsung pergi meninggalkannya waktu itu, ia tidak akan meninggalkanmu. Keluarga kalian tidak akan berantakan."
Duka dalam suara Mellina membuatku tercekat. "Tidak." Aku berdeham agar suaraku tidak terdengar mencicit. "Tidak, itu bukan salahmu. Darah Mer dalam diri Dad jauh lebih kuat dari darah manusianya. Dengan atau tanpa bantuanmu, hanya tinggal menunggu waktu sebelum Dad lebih memilih Ingo dibanding... dibanding... Udara."
"Aku tahu," Mellina tanpa sadar memainkan ikal-ikal rambut Mordowrgi. "Tapi jika seperti itu kejadiannya, mungkin dia tidak akan merasa terlalu sulit meninggalkan Ingo dan kembali ke Udara, seperti yang kau lakukan."
"Tapi kalau begitu, Mordowrgi tidak akan lahir," kataku. Dan tiba-tiba aku merasakan cengkraman kepanikan di dadaku. Aku selalu berpikir keadaan akan lebih baik jika saja Dad tidak bertemu wanita Mer di hadapanku ini; jika saja Dad tidak jatuh cinta kepadanya. Tapi jika tidak seperti itu keadaannya, adik tiri Merku tidak akan ada. Dan aku tidak bisa membayangkan hal itu meski baru tiga kali aku bertemu dengannya.
Mellina membelai Mordowrgi dengan sayang. "Ya," jawabnya lirih. "Ya, kau ada benarnya. Untuk itulah aku memanggilmu ke sini. Tolong jangan salah sangka dan mengira aku terlalu sombong untuk mendatangimu, Myrgh Kerenza, tapi Udara..."
"Aku tahu," balasku. Karena aku memang tahu. Aku ingat bagaimana sakitnya saat pertama kali memasuki Ingo, bahkan dengan bantuan Faro. Dan aku ingat bagaimana Udara seolah menusuk-nusuk paru-paruku saat aku keluar dari Ingo.
"Aku sudah merebut ayah kalian..." suara Mellina nyaris berupa bisikan. "Dan aku cukup egois untuk menjadikan namanya sebagai nama putra kami. Tapi aku ingin meminta restumu. Aku tidak bisa memutarbalik waktu dan mencegahnya mendatangi Ingo, mendatangi aku. Dan sejujurnya, aku tidak mau," Mellina tergelak sedih. "Jadi kupikir... kupikir meminta restumu atas namanya adalah hal terakhir yang bisa kulakukan untuk kalian."
Tenggorokanku tercekat dan aku merasa air mata panas menusuk-nusuk bola mataku, dan kali ini aku tidak berusaha menyembunyikan rasa haru dari suaraku. "Ya," jawabku, "ya, tentu saja."
Untuk pertama kalinya, wajah Mellina tampak penuh harap. "Kau mau memberkatinya?"
"Tidak, aku tidak tahu-"
"Yang harus kaulakukan hanya memberi bayi ini namanya," Mellina mendekatkan Mordowrgi padaku. Aku berdeham, takut melakukan kesalahan. Berhenti berpikir, Sapphire, ada darah Mer dalam dirimu, kau tahu bagaimana caranya.
Dan aku memang tahu. Aku meletakkan tangan kiriku di atas kening Mordowrgi kecil dan bahkan ia tampak serius seolah tahu betapa pentingnya saat ini. Lalu, dengan bahasa asli Mer, aku memberkatinya.
"Aku memberimu nama, Matthew Trewhella, atas kesetiaanmu, kekuatanmu, dan keberanianmu."
Mordowrgi - Matthew Trewhella III - cegukan. Aku tidak tahu bayi Mer juga bisa cegukan seperti manusia. Matthew kecil meringkuk dalam dekapan ibunya lalu tertidur. Mau tak mau aku merasakan senyum lebar merekah di wajahku, begitu pula di wajah Mellina. Aku berpikir mungkin selama ini hanya Matthew lah yang membuatnya bisa tersenyum. Bagaimanapun juga, ia melihat pria yang dicintainya mati di hadapannya. Seperti juga aku dan Conor.
"Terima kasih," bisiknya. Aku mengangguk dengan canggung. Mellina membuka mulutnya seolah ingin mengatakan sesuatu, lalu mengurungkan niatnya. Ia berbalik untuk pergi, namun sebelum ekornya mengibas, ia menoleh padaku. Ia tampak ragu sejenak.
"Sapphire," ujarnya. Aku menunggu sementara ia berusaha menyusun kata-kata. "Kalau kau ada waktu... kalau kau mau, datanglah mengunjungi kami kapan-kapan. Faro akan menunjukkan jalan menuju rumah kami. Ajak pula... kakakmu."
Untuk sesaat, aku tak tahu harus bereaksi bagaimana, jadi aku hanya menjawab, "Oke."
Mellina tersenyum sekilas padaku sebelum pergi meninggalkanku di teluk. Kembali ke Ingo. Kembali ke rumahnya.
Rumah. Aku tiba-tiba tersadar. Sudah berapa lama aku berada di Ingo? Cepat-cepat aku berenang sampai ke pantai dan menjulurkan leherku ke luar, menghirup oksigen dari Udara. Aku menoleh ke arah cakrawala dan merasa lega matahari belum terbenam sepenuhnya.
Aku berlari pulang menuju pondok kami, tidak memedulikan bebatuan yang kembali menggores tanganku atau semak-semak yang membelit kakiku. Aku harus memberitahu Conor sebelum Mum atau Roger pulang. Namun saat aku hampir mencapai pondok, langkahku melambat. Conor tidak menyukai Mellina ataupun Mordowrgi - Matthew. Bagaimana reaksinya nanti?
Di luar dugaan, reaksi Conor jauh lebih tenang. Bahkan, terlalu tenang. Ia hanya menatapku kosong sementara aku menceritakan keseluruhan kisahnya - setelah aku mandi dan mengeringkan pakaianku, karena Sadie benci bau Ingo. Saat aku selesai bercerita, Conor termenung menatap perapian kami yang menyala.
"Adik tiri, ya?" gumamnya. "Kau selalu saja menganggapnya seperti itu."
"Tapi, Con," sahutku, "Mordowrgi memang adik tiri kita! Dia anak Dad, seperti juga kita!"
"Maksudmu Matthew?"
Aku mulai cemas. "Kuharap kau tidak akan marah padaku karena memberkatinya dengan nama Dad."
"Marah?" Conor tertawa lepas. "Baru sekarang kau memikirkan konsekuensi itu?"
"Mellina berhak, Con," aku berusaha menjelaskan. "Dia juga menyayangi Dad, sama seperti kita."
Alih-alih menyanggah seperti yang selalu ia lakukan, Conor justru mendesah. "Aku tahu."
Harapan mulai tumbuh di dadaku. "Jadi kau tidak marah?"
Conor menggeleng. "Tidak. Lagipula, mungkin memang itu yang Dad inginkan."
"Trims, Con," aku memeluknya erat.
Conor balas memelukku sejenak sebelum berkata, "Jadi, kapan kita akan mengunjungi Matthew kecil?"
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Aku mendengarnya sebelum otakku menerjemahkan suara itu.
Sssssapphireeee......... Sssssaaaaaapppphhiiiiireeeeeeee........
"Dad?" panggilku. Tapi itu tidak mungkin. Dad sudah meninggal. Dad sekarang berada di Limina.
Sssssaaaaaapppphhhhhiireeeeeeee...............
Suara itu semakin mendesak, dan kali ini aku yakin bukan Dad yang memanggilku. Suara ini milik seorang perempuan. Aku merasa pernah mendengarnya, tapi ingatan itu hanyalah memori samar yang sulit kujangkau.
Myyrrgh kerenzzaaaa.......
"Sapphire?" Conor mendongak, dan aku menyadari bahwa aku telah berdiri. Sadie mulai menggeram, seolah tahu suara dari Ingo memanggilku. "Hush, Sadie."
"Con?" panggilku. "Aku mau pergi ke teluk sebentar."
Kali ini Conor mengernyitkan keningnya. "Ada apa? Apa Faro-"
"Bukan, bukan Faro," tukasku. Aku mengusap kepala Sadie lembut. "Tolong jaga Sadie, ya? Sadie, Sadie manis, kau diam di rumah bersama Conor sebentar, ya? Aku segera kembali, aku janji."
"Saph-"
Tapi aku tidak mendengar lagi, karena aku telah berlari keluar rumah, menuju teluk, menuju suara wanita yang memanggil-manggil namaku. Aku berusaha secepat sekaligus sehati-hati mungkin saat turun ke teluk, tapi tetap saja tanganku tergores tepian batu yang tajam. Lalu aku berlari melewati garis pantai hingga separuh betisku terbenam, tapi aku tidak menyelam. Belum.
Aku tidak bisa memastikan suara yang memanggilku berbahaya atau tidak.
"Keluarlah!" teriakku. "Aku sudah datang. Apa maumu?"
Kemudian, perlahan-lahan, jauh lebih ke tengah, sebuah bola hitam muncul ke permukaan. Namun itu bukan bola biasa; itu adalah kepala. Kepala seorang Mer. Meski matahari mulai terbenam, cahayanya cukup bagiku untuk mengenali Mer tersebut. Itu bukan Elvira, meski mereka cukup mirip. Bukan.
Itu Mellina.
"Kemarilah," pintanya, suaranya terdengar lemah dan sesak. "Aku tidak bisa menembus batas Ingo dan Udara semudah dirimu."
Baru akhirnya aku menyelam. Aku terkadang lupa bahwa tidak semua Mer - dan manusia - seperti Faro dan aku; kami memiliki darah Mer dan darah manusia. Meski awalnya menyakitkan, namun transisi dari Ingo ke Udara dan sebaliknya tidak sulit bagi kami. Bagi beberapa Mer lainnya, rupanya, itu merupakan proses yang menyakitkan, bahkan meski secara teknis seluruh tubuh mereka berada di dalam Ingo.
Aku menghampiri Mellina dan menyadari ia membawa Mordowrgi, anak Mer Dad. Adik tiriku. Ia tidak lagi tampak semungil dulu saat aku menggendongnya di gua Saldowr beberapa bulan yang lalu. Benarkah itu baru beberapa bulan yang lalu? Rasanya seperti bertahun-tahun yang lalu.
"Salam," sapaku.
"Salam, Myrgh Kerenza," balasnya. Aku sedikit mengernyit lalu dengan cepat menetralkan kembali ekspresiku. Nyaris seluruh Ingo memanggilku Myrgh Kerenza. Hanya karena Mellina yang memanggilku begitu tidak berarti semuanya berbeda.
Aku mengamati Mordowrgi, dan ia balas mengamatiku. Bola matanya hitam dan besar, ekor Mernya bergerak-gerak di balik buntalan yang ibunya bawa. Ia tersenyum memamerkan gusinya yang baru ditumbuhi satu gigi, lalu tinjunya yang mengepal menggapai-gapaiku.
"Halo, Mordowrgi," sapaku, lebih lembut dari yang kukira. Tapi aku tidak bisa menahannya. Bayi memiliki kecenderungan mengeluarkan sisi lembut dari dirimu.
Mellina mengamati saat Mordowrgi tertawa menanggapi sapaanku, lalu ia tersenyum. "Dia menyukaimu."
"Eh," aku rikuh sejenak. "Terima kasih?"
Wanita Mer itu tersenyum lagi padaku. Di matanya tampak gurat-gurat kesedihan karena kepergian Dad. Dan sebelum aku bisa menahannya, aku berkata, "Aku turut menyesal atas kehilanganmu."
"Kau? Menyesal atas kehilanganku?" Mellina tertawa, dan untuk sesaat kukira ia mengejekku. Tapi kemudian aku menyadari tawanya hampa.
"Oh, Myrgh Kerenza," matanya tampak begitu sedih namun ada setitik rasa terhibur di sana. "Aku bisa lihat mengapa Matthew begitu menyayangimu."
Ulu hatiku serasa ditonjok saat ia menyebutkan tentang Dad. Aku nyaris berkata, tapi dia lebih menyayangimu. Untunglah aku berhasil menahan diri. Bukan salahnya Dad jatuh cinta padanya dan bukan salah Dad ia membuat Mellina mencintainya. Kami semua merasakan kehilangan yang sama; kehilangan orang yang kami sayangi.
Mellina menunduk menatap bayi Mer dalam dekapannya. "Bayi ini adalah anak Matthew," katanya, seperti kebiasaan para Mer mengulang hal yang sudah jelas. "Selama ini, kami memanggilnya Mordowrgi. Kau memanggilnya Mordowrgi."
Mellina mendongak. "Kini, ia sudah cukup besar untuk menerima nama yang sesungguhnya."
Aku menelan ludah dengan gugup. Aku tidak mengerti apa hubungannya pemberian nama untuk Mordowrgi untukku.
"Sapphire," ujar Mellina, "ini bertentangan dengan kebiasaan para Mer, tapi aku-" ia berdeham, "-aku ingin memberinya nama milik Matthew."
Barulah aku mengerti. "Kau ingin meminta izinku?"
Wanita Mer itu bergerak gelisah. "Aku tahu kau dan kakakmu menyalahkanku atas kepergian Matthew ke Ingo - tidak, biarkan aku menyelesaikan," katanya saat aku membuka mulut untuk menyela. "Dan sedikit-banyak, mungkin kalian benar."
Mellina tampak menyesal. "Seandainya waktu itu aku tidak bernyanyi padanya, ia tidak akan memberanikan diri masuk ke Ingo. Seandainya aku langsung pergi meninggalkannya waktu itu, ia tidak akan meninggalkanmu. Keluarga kalian tidak akan berantakan."
Duka dalam suara Mellina membuatku tercekat. "Tidak." Aku berdeham agar suaraku tidak terdengar mencicit. "Tidak, itu bukan salahmu. Darah Mer dalam diri Dad jauh lebih kuat dari darah manusianya. Dengan atau tanpa bantuanmu, hanya tinggal menunggu waktu sebelum Dad lebih memilih Ingo dibanding... dibanding... Udara."
"Aku tahu," Mellina tanpa sadar memainkan ikal-ikal rambut Mordowrgi. "Tapi jika seperti itu kejadiannya, mungkin dia tidak akan merasa terlalu sulit meninggalkan Ingo dan kembali ke Udara, seperti yang kau lakukan."
"Tapi kalau begitu, Mordowrgi tidak akan lahir," kataku. Dan tiba-tiba aku merasakan cengkraman kepanikan di dadaku. Aku selalu berpikir keadaan akan lebih baik jika saja Dad tidak bertemu wanita Mer di hadapanku ini; jika saja Dad tidak jatuh cinta kepadanya. Tapi jika tidak seperti itu keadaannya, adik tiri Merku tidak akan ada. Dan aku tidak bisa membayangkan hal itu meski baru tiga kali aku bertemu dengannya.
Mellina membelai Mordowrgi dengan sayang. "Ya," jawabnya lirih. "Ya, kau ada benarnya. Untuk itulah aku memanggilmu ke sini. Tolong jangan salah sangka dan mengira aku terlalu sombong untuk mendatangimu, Myrgh Kerenza, tapi Udara..."
"Aku tahu," balasku. Karena aku memang tahu. Aku ingat bagaimana sakitnya saat pertama kali memasuki Ingo, bahkan dengan bantuan Faro. Dan aku ingat bagaimana Udara seolah menusuk-nusuk paru-paruku saat aku keluar dari Ingo.
"Aku sudah merebut ayah kalian..." suara Mellina nyaris berupa bisikan. "Dan aku cukup egois untuk menjadikan namanya sebagai nama putra kami. Tapi aku ingin meminta restumu. Aku tidak bisa memutarbalik waktu dan mencegahnya mendatangi Ingo, mendatangi aku. Dan sejujurnya, aku tidak mau," Mellina tergelak sedih. "Jadi kupikir... kupikir meminta restumu atas namanya adalah hal terakhir yang bisa kulakukan untuk kalian."
Tenggorokanku tercekat dan aku merasa air mata panas menusuk-nusuk bola mataku, dan kali ini aku tidak berusaha menyembunyikan rasa haru dari suaraku. "Ya," jawabku, "ya, tentu saja."
Untuk pertama kalinya, wajah Mellina tampak penuh harap. "Kau mau memberkatinya?"
"Tidak, aku tidak tahu-"
"Yang harus kaulakukan hanya memberi bayi ini namanya," Mellina mendekatkan Mordowrgi padaku. Aku berdeham, takut melakukan kesalahan. Berhenti berpikir, Sapphire, ada darah Mer dalam dirimu, kau tahu bagaimana caranya.
Dan aku memang tahu. Aku meletakkan tangan kiriku di atas kening Mordowrgi kecil dan bahkan ia tampak serius seolah tahu betapa pentingnya saat ini. Lalu, dengan bahasa asli Mer, aku memberkatinya.
"Aku memberimu nama, Matthew Trewhella, atas kesetiaanmu, kekuatanmu, dan keberanianmu."
Mordowrgi - Matthew Trewhella III - cegukan. Aku tidak tahu bayi Mer juga bisa cegukan seperti manusia. Matthew kecil meringkuk dalam dekapan ibunya lalu tertidur. Mau tak mau aku merasakan senyum lebar merekah di wajahku, begitu pula di wajah Mellina. Aku berpikir mungkin selama ini hanya Matthew lah yang membuatnya bisa tersenyum. Bagaimanapun juga, ia melihat pria yang dicintainya mati di hadapannya. Seperti juga aku dan Conor.
"Terima kasih," bisiknya. Aku mengangguk dengan canggung. Mellina membuka mulutnya seolah ingin mengatakan sesuatu, lalu mengurungkan niatnya. Ia berbalik untuk pergi, namun sebelum ekornya mengibas, ia menoleh padaku. Ia tampak ragu sejenak.
"Sapphire," ujarnya. Aku menunggu sementara ia berusaha menyusun kata-kata. "Kalau kau ada waktu... kalau kau mau, datanglah mengunjungi kami kapan-kapan. Faro akan menunjukkan jalan menuju rumah kami. Ajak pula... kakakmu."
Untuk sesaat, aku tak tahu harus bereaksi bagaimana, jadi aku hanya menjawab, "Oke."
Mellina tersenyum sekilas padaku sebelum pergi meninggalkanku di teluk. Kembali ke Ingo. Kembali ke rumahnya.
Rumah. Aku tiba-tiba tersadar. Sudah berapa lama aku berada di Ingo? Cepat-cepat aku berenang sampai ke pantai dan menjulurkan leherku ke luar, menghirup oksigen dari Udara. Aku menoleh ke arah cakrawala dan merasa lega matahari belum terbenam sepenuhnya.
Aku berlari pulang menuju pondok kami, tidak memedulikan bebatuan yang kembali menggores tanganku atau semak-semak yang membelit kakiku. Aku harus memberitahu Conor sebelum Mum atau Roger pulang. Namun saat aku hampir mencapai pondok, langkahku melambat. Conor tidak menyukai Mellina ataupun Mordowrgi - Matthew. Bagaimana reaksinya nanti?
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Di luar dugaan, reaksi Conor jauh lebih tenang. Bahkan, terlalu tenang. Ia hanya menatapku kosong sementara aku menceritakan keseluruhan kisahnya - setelah aku mandi dan mengeringkan pakaianku, karena Sadie benci bau Ingo. Saat aku selesai bercerita, Conor termenung menatap perapian kami yang menyala.
"Adik tiri, ya?" gumamnya. "Kau selalu saja menganggapnya seperti itu."
"Tapi, Con," sahutku, "Mordowrgi memang adik tiri kita! Dia anak Dad, seperti juga kita!"
"Maksudmu Matthew?"
Aku mulai cemas. "Kuharap kau tidak akan marah padaku karena memberkatinya dengan nama Dad."
"Marah?" Conor tertawa lepas. "Baru sekarang kau memikirkan konsekuensi itu?"
"Mellina berhak, Con," aku berusaha menjelaskan. "Dia juga menyayangi Dad, sama seperti kita."
Alih-alih menyanggah seperti yang selalu ia lakukan, Conor justru mendesah. "Aku tahu."
Harapan mulai tumbuh di dadaku. "Jadi kau tidak marah?"
Conor menggeleng. "Tidak. Lagipula, mungkin memang itu yang Dad inginkan."
"Trims, Con," aku memeluknya erat.
Conor balas memelukku sejenak sebelum berkata, "Jadi, kapan kita akan mengunjungi Matthew kecil?"
Jawabanku hanya berupa gelakan yang tercampur air mata.
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Saturday 12 July 2014
Not What I Thought
You know that sometimes, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself, that you're different, you're unique in your own way, you still can't help but to feel like you're so tiny, and small, and just doesn't mean a thing to the world.
Maybe this isn't much. Maybe, maybe I took it way more than I should have. Or just maybe, my expectation and judgment about myself is just either too low or too high.
I started this day feeling rather bubbly. It all began when a Twitter friend of mine tweeted me last night, "DILA OMG I WANNA TELL YOU SOMETHING".
Despite the misspelling of my name (again...), I was curious. So I replied with, "wat" but she didn't tweeted me again. This morning, when I saw her tweeting, I quickly told her, "I thought you wanted to tell me something?"
"Oh right I forgot. Remember when I asked you if you have WhatsApp?"
"Yea," I said, "and I told you no?"
"Yeah and then I realized youre damn popular cause we talked about you once lololol"
I was all like, "WHAT" with a big, confused, also amused, grin on my face.
Here's the thing: I know that many people know me, and it's not because I have GREAT personalities or likes to hangout or I'm a queen bee or things like that. Nor that I'm popular because I'm like the emo kid or the goth girl or just those who really stands out. I like to think that I'm standing out of the box but sometimes it's just that I'm trying to convince myself. And also there are other times where I just want to jump into that boring normal called box.
What makes me popular is, I think, rather than have a big group of friends I go everywhere with, I have small group of friends here and there. Like in my school (exclude my own classmates), I have like two friends in that class and three friends in that class. Also another one in the class over there and other four in the class over here. And they're just friends. Imagine the acquaintances who knows me from like extracurricular or projects they're doing or other things. So yeah, I know that I'm popular if popular means many people knows my name.
But this morning.
When Dhiya, my Twitter friend, told me they talked about me once in the WA group, I feel... I don't know what I feel. Amused? Honoured? Gigglish? Weird? I don't know. But one thing I know for sure, it probably didn't go like this:
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey you guys know Dilla?"
"YES OMG"
"OMG SHE'S MY FRIEND HOW DID YOU KNOW HER"
"IDK when I found her I just feel like damn I'm lucky"
"i know right"
"She's awesome"
"Even beyond awesome"
"She's just so great and fun to talk with"
"And to fangirl with lmao"
"I finally met up with her last year and that was the best time of my entire life"
Okay, so maybe I exaggerating a bit, but hey, everyone can dream, right? But I'm sure they didn't talk about me THAT way because that's just so strange aaaand mostly because I act like "a retarded bitch" all the time.
I'm being serious.
But, well, being "popular" on a WA group where you're not even a member (I don't have any chatting app aside Blackberry Messenger) is clearly not something to brag and be proud about because I imagine the members are mostly just my other Twitter friends and if that's so then WELL HELL YEAH OF COURSE I'M POPULAR they all know me.
But the way Dhiya told me, I just.... like..... wow. How could some people waste their precious time just to talk about ME? Like, naw I'm not that special but thank you hohoho.
It's just good to be reminded how matter you are to the world, even if you're just the smallest part of it. Sure, if they didn't talk about me they'll just talk about something else. But it still feels good to know. That someone knows me and kind of happy enough to then mention me when they're chatting with other people. Or kind enough to remember me.
Now it feels like a big responsibility for me to not turn them down when we meet in person.
Maybe this isn't much. Maybe, maybe I took it way more than I should have. Or just maybe, my expectation and judgment about myself is just either too low or too high.
I started this day feeling rather bubbly. It all began when a Twitter friend of mine tweeted me last night, "DILA OMG I WANNA TELL YOU SOMETHING".
Despite the misspelling of my name (again...), I was curious. So I replied with, "wat" but she didn't tweeted me again. This morning, when I saw her tweeting, I quickly told her, "I thought you wanted to tell me something?"
"Oh right I forgot. Remember when I asked you if you have WhatsApp?"
"Yea," I said, "and I told you no?"
"Yeah and then I realized youre damn popular cause we talked about you once lololol"
I was all like, "WHAT" with a big, confused, also amused, grin on my face.
Here's the thing: I know that many people know me, and it's not because I have GREAT personalities or likes to hangout or I'm a queen bee or things like that. Nor that I'm popular because I'm like the emo kid or the goth girl or just those who really stands out. I like to think that I'm standing out of the box but sometimes it's just that I'm trying to convince myself. And also there are other times where I just want to jump into that boring normal called box.
What makes me popular is, I think, rather than have a big group of friends I go everywhere with, I have small group of friends here and there. Like in my school (exclude my own classmates), I have like two friends in that class and three friends in that class. Also another one in the class over there and other four in the class over here. And they're just friends. Imagine the acquaintances who knows me from like extracurricular or projects they're doing or other things. So yeah, I know that I'm popular if popular means many people knows my name.
But this morning.
When Dhiya, my Twitter friend, told me they talked about me once in the WA group, I feel... I don't know what I feel. Amused? Honoured? Gigglish? Weird? I don't know. But one thing I know for sure, it probably didn't go like this:
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey you guys know Dilla?"
"YES OMG"
"OMG SHE'S MY FRIEND HOW DID YOU KNOW HER"
"IDK when I found her I just feel like damn I'm lucky"
"i know right"
"She's awesome"
"Even beyond awesome"
"She's just so great and fun to talk with"
"And to fangirl with lmao"
"I finally met up with her last year and that was the best time of my entire life"
Okay, so maybe I exaggerating a bit, but hey, everyone can dream, right? But I'm sure they didn't talk about me THAT way because that's just so strange aaaand mostly because I act like "a retarded bitch" all the time.
I'm being serious.
But, well, being "popular" on a WA group where you're not even a member (I don't have any chatting app aside Blackberry Messenger) is clearly not something to brag and be proud about because I imagine the members are mostly just my other Twitter friends and if that's so then WELL HELL YEAH OF COURSE I'M POPULAR they all know me.
But the way Dhiya told me, I just.... like..... wow. How could some people waste their precious time just to talk about ME? Like, naw I'm not that special but thank you hohoho.
It's just good to be reminded how matter you are to the world, even if you're just the smallest part of it. Sure, if they didn't talk about me they'll just talk about something else. But it still feels good to know. That someone knows me and kind of happy enough to then mention me when they're chatting with other people. Or kind enough to remember me.
Now it feels like a big responsibility for me to not turn them down when we meet in person.
ONE BY ONE - YouTuber: breelovesbeauty
Hey, remember when I said I wanted to make a blog series about book reviews and movies and songs? Yeah, guess what: I don't feel like doing any! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
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So I was browsing YouTube (not really browsing... is looking through your subscriptions page considered as browsing? It's not like I'm typing anything on the search bar) and I watched Breelovesbeauty's video, Healthy & Yummy 4th of July Treat Ideas! then all of sudden I get this idea of writing a post about her. Aaaaaand I think I probably want to, you know, just write about other YouTuber that I subscribe to, but for now let wonderful Bree be the first victim!
I can't promise you that I will write regularly things like this because I can't stay committed like I can barely keep up with my ex more than two weeks and I don't know why I'm talking about my ex right now it's not like he's going to read my blog! Duh.
He's that annoying.
Also, if you think that I'm showing off with talking (when you read this... do you imagine how I sound like? Because I DO) and writing in English, well, SAWRY I want Bree to read my blog so yeah I'm that awesome. Moral of the story? You guys probably won't see me cuss as much as usual. c:
So, let's get staaarted!
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| Bree on Learning to Love... Yourself ♡ |
I think I first discovered her channel like, a year or a year and half ago. Her first video that I watched was How To Clean Your Room. On that video I don't really see her because all she did was cleaning up her room and talking on the background. She talks almost as fast as Ryan Higa so I guess if you can keep up with him you'll be fine with her. Although SOMETIMES she talks TOO FAST I can't I just can't I was like, "What was that?" so I pull it back a couple of seconds then I was like, "What was that again?" then I pull it back couple of seconds again, COUPLE OF TIMES, until I either a) gave up or b) FINALLY understand. She's still awesome, though!
So she did like healthy lifestyle and beauty and cooking videos. So here's the thing: if you look at her, she's not stunningly pretty or something; she just average looking. BUT the way she feels comfortable with herself, the way her eyes sparkle when she speaks (I sound like a creepy stalker...), her confidence, ALL SHOWS. All of them shows and when I first saw her, I understand that inner beauty isn't just something people say to make "average" looking girls feel better. IT'S A REAL THING, EVERYONE. REPEAT, IT'S A REAL THING.
Cambria Joy isn't stunningly pretty. She's STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL.
Which kind of suits her YouTube name, breelovesbeauty, if you think about it. I mean, how can you not love beauty, especially if it's like, a real beauty. How can you not?
Bree, I may say, is a very inspirational person. She encourages all her viewer to do a healthy lifestyle, to workout, and getting fit WITHOUT causing damage to yourself (you know those ads where they say you can lose Xkg within days without doing anything but taking pills? Lies. ALL LIES). And if you're doing any of her workout routine or exercise videos, it feels like she's doing it with you! She's the type of a person everyone wish to be friends with. I feel like she's a very loyal person and won't let you go through any hard times without her. Her family and friends are sure very lucky!
And, surprise, she's only eighteen!
Well that is, if I'm not wrong remembering her birth year. Maybe you should go check her Draw My Life video. There she told a bit part of her history.... you may say?
I think I don't have many things to talk about Bree from breelovesbeauty because... all I can say about her is that SHE'S AMAZING. And if I force myself to type further, I'll probably just repeating the same thing over and over and making fool of myself. She's that one kind you can't really tell your friends about except that she's wonderful. She's like the you've-got-to-see-for-yourself type of a person. So, go! Go to her channel, breelovesbeauty, watch her videos, and tell me what you think about her.
I just LLOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEE this girl. :D
Tuesday 8 July 2014
Happy Bitchday to Me
If you think this is going to be some serious writing well then BOO YA!
HAPPY BITCHDAY TO ME!
AND ONLY 4 YEARS 363 DAYS 23 HOURS 57 MINUTES UNTIL I GET MY FIRST TATTOO.
AND I'VE BEEN ON THIS EARTH SCREWING PEOPLE'S LIVES FOR SIXTEEN YEARS.
S I X T E E N.
HAPPY BITCHDAY TO ME!
AND ONLY 4 YEARS 363 DAYS 23 HOURS 57 MINUTES UNTIL I GET MY FIRST TATTOO.
AND I'VE BEEN ON THIS EARTH SCREWING PEOPLE'S LIVES FOR SIXTEEN YEARS.
S I X T E E N.
Farewell
You were such a good friend
You'd stand there with me and hold my hand
You'd remain silent and listen to my complaints
You'd pat my back when I did something I am proud of
You were such a good friend
So good that I thought you were my best friend
Although I'm afraid to believe in such thing
For best friend and I, we had history
But apparently I wasn't such a good friend
I'd envy those who get more times spent with you
I'd ignore you for hours when I feel that I don't need you
And I'd try to control every single thing in your life
I've never been a good friend
Yet you choose to stay
And I don't know if the disappointment I feel towards you
Because you didn't like I expected you to be;
Or because you had other friends than I;
Or because you don't get the hints that we just weren't for each other
Either you or I, we were both not such a good friend
Because we stick together in the name of times we spent
Rather than similarities;
Or even because we like each other that much
And it's not because we are bad person
We just don't fit with each other anymore
As our worlds drift apart, you tried to hold on
But I'm letting go
Thank you for being such a good friend;
Yet you have your flaws
I loved you back then;
But I think it's time for us to say goodbye;
And leave while sweet memories last.
Saturday 5 July 2014
C:
Jadi, sekarang adalah bulan Ramadan, bulan suci bagi umat Islam. Dan ada hal yang menggangguku soal bulan ini, mungkin udah jalan beberapa tahun (paling dua-tiga tahun :v).
Bayangkan, cuma karena mereka - kami - berpuasa, jendela-jendela dan pintu rumah makan/restoran/warung harus ditutup. Beberapa bahkan tutup total (terutama model kayak usaha pribadi). Um, oke, usaha rumah makan pribadi itu memang mengandalkan mereka yang nggak puasa, jadi waktu weekend bakalan tutup (soalnya nggak pada kerja, jadi gak pada istirahat siang... ngerti tak?). "Lokalisasi" (kalau kalian ngerti maksudku) dan tempat orang membuang-buang uang mereka berharap peruntungan bisa mengembalikan uang mereka berlipat-lipat (dan biasanya gagal, karena bandar yang menang banyak - iyalah!) harus ditutup. Orang gak boleh makan di muka umum.
Semuanya atas nama "toleransi".
Whoa, wait a sec, bud. Jadi maksudmu, karena kamu nggak boleh makan dan minum dari matahari terbit hingga matahari terbenam, maka orang lain pun nggak boleh - setidaknya nggak di depanmu? Hanya karena kamu diperintahkan untuk menahan nafsumu dari matahari terbit hingga matahari terbenam, maka orang lain pun nggak boleh melampiaskan nafsu mereka?
Wow, ternyata Muslim adalah orang-orang egois. Yah, senggaknya Muslim Indonesia.
Ada sebuah opini yang mengatakan bahwa hal seperti itu terjadi karena Muslim di Indonesia merupakan kaum MAYORITAS. Dan hal itu membuat mereka merasa that they can get away with anything. Istilah lainnya, ngelunjak.
Dikasih hati, minta ampela! Oalah, rupanya dia tukang bubur yang belum juga naik haji!
He he.
But let's be real. Banyak hal dilakukan atas nama agama throughout the history. Beberapa buruk, beberapa lainnya lebih buruk (eh?). Dan pembentukan ormas-ormas seperti *uhuk* mereka yang mengaku membela Islam *uhuk* sama sekali tidak membantu. Yang miris adalah, semakin banyak orang yang beranggapan bahwa Islam adalah agama yang penuh dengan kekerasan.
Aku bukan seorang ahli agama (hell, aku bahkan nggak yakin kalau dites sekarang, aku bisa menyuarakan bacaan salat dengan benar!), so I won't go deep in that. Tapi, yang kutahu dan selalu diajarkan padaku adalah bahwa Islam merupakan sebuah agama yang penuh cinta dan mencintai kedamaian (love thy neighbor... eh salah subjek). Islam bukanlah agama yang mencintai kekerasan apalagi perang dan pertumpahan darah. Muslim hanya akan berperang jika mereka dikonfrontasi duluan dan jika memang harus (istrimu diculik pria dengan nama seperti ibukota Prancis? No need for a war, Bung! Lagipula istrimu jatuh cinta pada pria itu). Dan kurasa, di negara-negara tempat di mana Muslim merupakan kaum minoritas, tingkah mereka nggak seperti Muslim mayoritas di sini deh. Although aku belum pernah meet one in person. Tapi ayo kita berpikir secara logis.
Logikanya begini:
Muslim minoritas akan jauh lebih menghormati non-Muslim, mereka kan, kaum minoritas. Tahu diri dong. Muslim minoritas rasanya nggak akan deh mengomeli kaum non-Muslim kalau makan/minum siang hari bolong waktu mereka lagi berpuasa. Duh.
Muslim Indonesia akan jauh lebih keras berkoar-koar tentang toleransi dan menghargai sesama. Maksud mereka adalah, "Kami sedang berpuasa jadi kamu juga harus ikutan puasa karena itulah maksud dari toleransi". Sad but true.
Banyak yang tidak menyadari bahwa toleransi berlaku dua arah. Kalau seorang tetanggamu yang non-Muslim sedang beribadah atau berdoa atau apapun yang berhubungan dengan kegiatan keagamaannya lalu kamu mengganggu, maka kamu berperilaku intoleran. Tapi kalau mereka protes padamu, ya hakmu dong untuk menyetel musik keras-keras. Salah mereka karena beribadah di sana, ya kan? Persetan dengan agamanya.
TAPI.
Ketika kamu sedang tidur siang menunggu waktu berbuka kemudian tiba-tiba tetanggamu mengadakan acara keluarga yang RIBUTNYA MINTA AMPUN, kamu berhak protes. Oiya dong, kan kamu lagi puasa, lagi menjalankan perintah Tuhan sekaligus beribadah. Udah sabar-sabar nahan diri, ehh ini malah nyulut amarah. Gak tau ya, kamu lagi puasa? Dasar nonis gak tau diri! Tuh kan, gara-gara dia mengganggu tidur siang merangkap ibadahmu, kamu jadi marah-marah. Hilang deh, pahala puasa yang susah payah kamu kumpulkan. Dasar tetangga kafir!
:)
Bulan Ramadan adalah bulan yang penuh berkah, tapi juga bulan paling sulit. But if it's worth it, it won't come easy. Kamu harus bersabar, menahan diri, menahan nafsu, menolak godaan. Tapi mereka yang membuatmu kesal, makan/minum di hadapanmu, mengonsumsi alkohol, dan menggodamu bukan serta merta setan. Ingat, setan sejati itu ada di dalam dirimu sendiri. Lagipula, kan setan dikurung selama sebulan ini di penjara, main gapleh sama eSDeA. Mereka yang membuatmu tidak sabar menantikan waktu berbuka bukannya berusaha menjegalmu dari ibadahmu. They're just simply living their life.
Selamat bulan Ramadan, semoga para Muslim Indonesia bertengkorak superkeras yang merasa diri mereka patut dinomorsatukan karena mereka MUSLIM MAYORITAS bisa mikir dikit.
Mohon maaf sekecil-kecilnya. C;
N.B: Judul dan huruf terakhir yang kutulis itu emot (putar layarmu ke kiri supaya bisa lihat).
Muslim Indonesia tuh, manja banget, ya?
Bayangkan, cuma karena mereka - kami - berpuasa, jendela-jendela dan pintu rumah makan/restoran/warung harus ditutup. Beberapa bahkan tutup total (terutama model kayak usaha pribadi). Um, oke, usaha rumah makan pribadi itu memang mengandalkan mereka yang nggak puasa, jadi waktu weekend bakalan tutup (soalnya nggak pada kerja, jadi gak pada istirahat siang... ngerti tak?). "Lokalisasi" (kalau kalian ngerti maksudku) dan tempat orang membuang-buang uang mereka berharap peruntungan bisa mengembalikan uang mereka berlipat-lipat (dan biasanya gagal, karena bandar yang menang banyak - iyalah!) harus ditutup. Orang gak boleh makan di muka umum.
Semuanya atas nama "toleransi".
Whoa, wait a sec, bud. Jadi maksudmu, karena kamu nggak boleh makan dan minum dari matahari terbit hingga matahari terbenam, maka orang lain pun nggak boleh - setidaknya nggak di depanmu? Hanya karena kamu diperintahkan untuk menahan nafsumu dari matahari terbit hingga matahari terbenam, maka orang lain pun nggak boleh melampiaskan nafsu mereka?
Wow, ternyata Muslim adalah orang-orang egois. Yah, senggaknya Muslim Indonesia.
Ada sebuah opini yang mengatakan bahwa hal seperti itu terjadi karena Muslim di Indonesia merupakan kaum MAYORITAS. Dan hal itu membuat mereka merasa that they can get away with anything. Istilah lainnya, ngelunjak.
Dikasih hati, minta ampela! Oalah, rupanya dia tukang bubur yang belum juga naik haji!
He he.
But let's be real. Banyak hal dilakukan atas nama agama throughout the history. Beberapa buruk, beberapa lainnya lebih buruk (eh?). Dan pembentukan ormas-ormas seperti *uhuk* mereka yang mengaku membela Islam *uhuk* sama sekali tidak membantu. Yang miris adalah, semakin banyak orang yang beranggapan bahwa Islam adalah agama yang penuh dengan kekerasan.
Aku bukan seorang ahli agama (hell, aku bahkan nggak yakin kalau dites sekarang, aku bisa menyuarakan bacaan salat dengan benar!), so I won't go deep in that. Tapi, yang kutahu dan selalu diajarkan padaku adalah bahwa Islam merupakan sebuah agama yang penuh cinta dan mencintai kedamaian (love thy neighbor... eh salah subjek). Islam bukanlah agama yang mencintai kekerasan apalagi perang dan pertumpahan darah. Muslim hanya akan berperang jika mereka dikonfrontasi duluan dan jika memang harus (istrimu diculik pria dengan nama seperti ibukota Prancis? No need for a war, Bung! Lagipula istrimu jatuh cinta pada pria itu). Dan kurasa, di negara-negara tempat di mana Muslim merupakan kaum minoritas, tingkah mereka nggak seperti Muslim mayoritas di sini deh. Although aku belum pernah meet one in person. Tapi ayo kita berpikir secara logis.
Logikanya begini:
Muslim minoritas akan jauh lebih menghormati non-Muslim, mereka kan, kaum minoritas. Tahu diri dong. Muslim minoritas rasanya nggak akan deh mengomeli kaum non-Muslim kalau makan/minum siang hari bolong waktu mereka lagi berpuasa. Duh.
Muslim Indonesia akan jauh lebih keras berkoar-koar tentang toleransi dan menghargai sesama. Maksud mereka adalah, "Kami sedang berpuasa jadi kamu juga harus ikutan puasa karena itulah maksud dari toleransi". Sad but true.
Banyak yang tidak menyadari bahwa toleransi berlaku dua arah. Kalau seorang tetanggamu yang non-Muslim sedang beribadah atau berdoa atau apapun yang berhubungan dengan kegiatan keagamaannya lalu kamu mengganggu, maka kamu berperilaku intoleran. Tapi kalau mereka protes padamu, ya hakmu dong untuk menyetel musik keras-keras. Salah mereka karena beribadah di sana, ya kan? Persetan dengan agamanya.
TAPI.
Ketika kamu sedang tidur siang menunggu waktu berbuka kemudian tiba-tiba tetanggamu mengadakan acara keluarga yang RIBUTNYA MINTA AMPUN, kamu berhak protes. Oiya dong, kan kamu lagi puasa, lagi menjalankan perintah Tuhan sekaligus beribadah. Udah sabar-sabar nahan diri, ehh ini malah nyulut amarah. Gak tau ya, kamu lagi puasa? Dasar nonis gak tau diri! Tuh kan, gara-gara dia mengganggu tidur siang merangkap ibadahmu, kamu jadi marah-marah. Hilang deh, pahala puasa yang susah payah kamu kumpulkan. Dasar tetangga kafir!
:)
Bulan Ramadan adalah bulan yang penuh berkah, tapi juga bulan paling sulit. But if it's worth it, it won't come easy. Kamu harus bersabar, menahan diri, menahan nafsu, menolak godaan. Tapi mereka yang membuatmu kesal, makan/minum di hadapanmu, mengonsumsi alkohol, dan menggodamu bukan serta merta setan. Ingat, setan sejati itu ada di dalam dirimu sendiri. Lagipula, kan setan dikurung selama sebulan ini di penjara, main gapleh sama eSDeA. Mereka yang membuatmu tidak sabar menantikan waktu berbuka bukannya berusaha menjegalmu dari ibadahmu. They're just simply living their life.
Selamat bulan Ramadan, semoga para Muslim Indonesia bertengkorak superkeras yang merasa diri mereka patut dinomorsatukan karena mereka MUSLIM MAYORITAS bisa mikir dikit.
Mohon maaf sekecil-kecilnya. C;
N.B: Judul dan huruf terakhir yang kutulis itu emot (putar layarmu ke kiri supaya bisa lihat).
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