Dia akan datang jam 11. Rambut gue dah abis dicatok. Alis gue dah rapi dicabutin. Dan hal gak penting lainnya.
Jam 12, gue kebangun. Belum ada SMS dari dia.
Jam 1, dia mau makan dulu dengan keluarganya=C Gue menunggu sambil membaca tentang nasib cewe2 di afghanistan.
Jam 2, serpihan-serpihan tubuh berterbangan bercampur debu di afghanistan sana. Tapi gue lebih peduli kenapa dia gak ngasih kabar juga. Ditelepon gak dijawab.
Jam 3, gue mulai nangis. Gak penting.
Jam 4, akhirnya ketemu dia. Gue lupa tadi gue nangis.
Jam 5, ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 6, ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 7, ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 8, ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 9, tau2 udah jam 9. Pindah tempat yuk.
Jam 10, ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 11, ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 12, dia gue anter pulang ke hotel. Biar gak jadi labu.
Jam 1, gue gak bisa tidur.
Jam 2, gue gak bisa tidur.
Jam 3, gue sms dia. Gak dibales. Gak bisa tidur.
Jam 4, gue gak bisa tidur. Ini gara2 kopi tadi atau gara2 dia?
Jam 5, gue gak bisa tidur.
Jam 6, gue nelpon dia. ternyata dia udah bangun.
Jam 7, gue jemput dia. Kopi Lay ternyata belum buka. Kita jalan ke Prima Rasa. Nyebrang jalan, asyik. Tangan gue dipegang.
Jam 7.30 balik ke kopi lay. Nyebrang lagi=D
Jam 8, ngobrol gak penting.
jam 9, ke itb. Ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 10, dia motong rambut, ritual sekali setahun. Gue akhirnya ngantuk.
Jam 11, ngobrol gak penting.
Jam 12, bokapnya nyuruh pulang. Baru nyadar ternyata semua obrolan gak penting itu penting.
Jam 1, injury time. Detik2 terakhir sebelum dia sampai ke hotelnya. Pengen ngobrol gak penting, malah bingung. Malah diem.
Last moment syndrome.
Jam 2, ngikutin dia di mobil depan. Pengen ngobrol gak penting.
Mobilnya belok kiri, gue terus. Pengen ikutan belok.
15 jam gak penting bareng dia udah selesai. Diakhiri sebuah SMS yang juga gak penting:
"Eventhough you don't believe in God, I do thank Her for 15 hours I spent with you.
Have a good life in Melbourne, babe. Aminnnn=D"
Selasa, 27 Oktober 2009
Rabu, 14 Oktober 2009
KLA
Jenny Jusuf on SMS:
"BTW, congrats on the KLA Award Nominee! So happy to see your name there! :-)"
Sammaria replying on SMS:
"KLA award nominee? Apaan tuh?"
Jenny Jusuf:
"Don't tell me you have no idea bahwa novel lo masuk 10 besar Khatulistiwa Award..."
Sammaria:
"Nggak. See? Another reason to find another publisher."
Jenny Jusuf:
"Bok serius lo gak dikabarin sama sekali? Gw bisa nari telanjang kali kalo buku gw sampe menang KLA."
Sammaria:
"Benerannnnn boooo gak tau=C Thanks bgt lo dah ngasih tau huhuhu."
PS:
Cerita di atas dituliskan bukan untuk menjelekkan pihak mana pun yang tanpa dijelekkan pun namanya sudah jelek. Hanya untuk bukti tertulis kalau-kalau Jenny Jusuf menang KLA someday. A promise is a promise, Ms. Jusuf!" =D"
"BTW, congrats on the KLA Award Nominee! So happy to see your name there! :-)"
Sammaria replying on SMS:
"KLA award nominee? Apaan tuh?"
Jenny Jusuf:
"Don't tell me you have no idea bahwa novel lo masuk 10 besar Khatulistiwa Award..."
Sammaria:
"Nggak. See? Another reason to find another publisher."
Jenny Jusuf:
"Bok serius lo gak dikabarin sama sekali? Gw bisa nari telanjang kali kalo buku gw sampe menang KLA."
Sammaria:
"Benerannnnn boooo gak tau=C Thanks bgt lo dah ngasih tau huhuhu."
PS:
Cerita di atas dituliskan bukan untuk menjelekkan pihak mana pun yang tanpa dijelekkan pun namanya sudah jelek. Hanya untuk bukti tertulis kalau-kalau Jenny Jusuf menang KLA someday. A promise is a promise, Ms. Jusuf!" =D"
Senin, 12 Oktober 2009
Minggu, 11 Oktober 2009
The Purple Guy
“Your movie is one of a little girl. A very mature little girl.”
It was an SMS from a stranger I just talked to for about 10 minutes.
You could know someone forever, and yet you feel so distanced and struggle to have interest in finding out more about them. Then you meet someone and you already feel like you knew him just by seeing his smile. You suddenly expose all of your personal tales to him, because somehow you feel there is nothing that he didn’t know already anyway.
This kind of person makes being honest seem like an everyday thing. So I sent him a reply and insist him to come to Bandung.
The first hour I met him, I already suspect him as a purple guy, the kind of species that I, the greens: opposite of purple, usually attracted to. Green is the bossy extrovert one. Purple is the quite peaceful one.
The second hour, He already showed me that he ia a yellow. Smart jokes. Laidback. Paying for my food. Exactly the kind of company I love having around.
The third hour, he already reveals that he was also a blue: a thinker. He describes a country he visited 3 times only better than me, who lived there for a year and came back a lot of time. He talked about how the cinema and the country are so in need of an identity. He talked about how they try so hard to minimize their own language, the Hokyan dialect, in their movie... and never bother to turn itself into a racing circuit (when they have no history of race car... and have tremendous unresolved history about other race problems)
The fourth hour, he reveals some of the fact that I never knew... or did know but just never realize... about one thing I shoulda known more: myself.
Then it occurs to me why I hate and love Singapore at the same time. It’s just like me, trapped in the middle of so many cultures, in need of an identity.
Six hours later, I have no idea what color he is. But now I know that he’s married and has a baby.
But somehow it doesn’t bother me. Cause I am all for the idea that love is something you can share with some special people, and marriage is all about commitment to one of those special people.
And He smiles. I hate his smile now. It’s like saying: “Aha! Little girl!” So I sent him and his annoying smile home back to Switzerland, Belgium, France, Germany, or whereever it is he comes from.
I think he's also in search of an identity.
Miss you, purple guy=D
It was an SMS from a stranger I just talked to for about 10 minutes.
You could know someone forever, and yet you feel so distanced and struggle to have interest in finding out more about them. Then you meet someone and you already feel like you knew him just by seeing his smile. You suddenly expose all of your personal tales to him, because somehow you feel there is nothing that he didn’t know already anyway.
This kind of person makes being honest seem like an everyday thing. So I sent him a reply and insist him to come to Bandung.
The first hour I met him, I already suspect him as a purple guy, the kind of species that I, the greens: opposite of purple, usually attracted to. Green is the bossy extrovert one. Purple is the quite peaceful one.
The second hour, He already showed me that he ia a yellow. Smart jokes. Laidback. Paying for my food. Exactly the kind of company I love having around.
The third hour, he already reveals that he was also a blue: a thinker. He describes a country he visited 3 times only better than me, who lived there for a year and came back a lot of time. He talked about how the cinema and the country are so in need of an identity. He talked about how they try so hard to minimize their own language, the Hokyan dialect, in their movie... and never bother to turn itself into a racing circuit (when they have no history of race car... and have tremendous unresolved history about other race problems)
The fourth hour, he reveals some of the fact that I never knew... or did know but just never realize... about one thing I shoulda known more: myself.
Then it occurs to me why I hate and love Singapore at the same time. It’s just like me, trapped in the middle of so many cultures, in need of an identity.
Six hours later, I have no idea what color he is. But now I know that he’s married and has a baby.
But somehow it doesn’t bother me. Cause I am all for the idea that love is something you can share with some special people, and marriage is all about commitment to one of those special people.
And He smiles. I hate his smile now. It’s like saying: “Aha! Little girl!” So I sent him and his annoying smile home back to Switzerland, Belgium, France, Germany, or whereever it is he comes from.
I think he's also in search of an identity.
Miss you, purple guy=D
Jumat, 02 Oktober 2009
demi ucok
ini sketch teaser poster film berikut gue.
chick flick abis.
tapi menurut dewan perwakilan target pasar terbesar gue (kak ria)... doi gak mau nonton. posternya serem.
damn. masa sih? padahal dah gue bikin pink lhoooo...
susah nihhh cewe2 ini maunya apa sih?
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