November and Post Call Song

Post Call and November Song

Reincarnation

In another life, she would be a kindergarten teacher. A sweet loving one.

In another life, I would be a rock star, singing the songs of my life and my previous life and my cat and my previous cat. Yes, it is still going to be a cat.

She looked straight into my eyes and flicked my nose, "It's a long wait. This is not going to end. Forget them."

In another life, I would be a fat girl so I can donor my O blood. 

In another life... No, I do not want another life.

And the crazy trumpet player will be a crazy trumpet player. Always. Maybe crazier.

Don't Ask

The other day I was feeling very high as fuck. I was drunk with love, I guess. So I wrote in a post, expressing my feelings. But I was so sleepy that I wrote whatever that came through my mind with random words, thinking to edit it later. Too sleepy, too tired and too much of laziness, I decided to sleep leaving it unfinished.

Malas nak tulis. Senang cerita, aku tertekan button ‘Publish Post’ instead of ‘Save Now’. Dengan kadar yang pantas, aku delete that post.

And the next day, entah kenapa manusia itu gatal bertanya “Hey, what’s up with your post? Post yang last sekali tu you tulis ‘but’ tu”. I was like… shit. How did he know?

Pertanyaan tersebut dibiarkan berlalu begitu sahaja sebab aku pura - pura jadi pekak dan terencat.  Malu pulak sebab post tu berbaur jiwang dan memang pada awalnya aku tidak bercadang untuk mempublishkan post tersebut.

Lebih malu lagi sebab post itu ditujukan khas untuk manusia yang gatal bertanya soalan tersebut.

Hmmm post ni pun macam tak layak untuk dipublishkan. Tengok la esok lusa aku rasa nak delete, aku delete.

It Stucks

I'm not a fan of Jason Derulo. But this cute video makes me want to sing and dance.

Curious dan Peculiar

Ada anak patung perempuan tergantung di pohon rendang. Anak patung lusuh.

Dari Grogol menuju RSUP Fatmawati.

Tanda tanya.

Seolah - olah bunuh diri. Atau dibunuh.

Sepi sendiri.

Satu tahun kemudian, dari lokasi yang sama menuju lokasi yang sama.

Tujuan berbeza.

Ada patung tergantung lagi.

Pohon yang berbeza, kampung yang sama.

Kali ini, patung lelaki dewasa.

Seolah - olah mayat yang menggantung diri sendiri. Atau digantung.

Botak. Kurus.

Beberapa bulan kemudian, dari Grogol menuju RSUD Tarakan.

Naik bajai. Lalu pintu gerbang. Gang.

Ada anak patung perempuan, berusia lebih kurang 10 tahun, diikat pada sebatang pohon.

Seolah - olah didera. Tidak mungkin mendera.

Terkulai.

Tersenyum.

Melambai - lambai.

And Finally Part 2...

And this is just the beginning of my nightmare.

*Sigh*