Saturday Evening

It was raining. I left my umbrella in their car. I was glad my bus came shortly after I finish work. And always that view made me jealous, treated injustice, and million questions of why it's not me in there. That university.

It stands proudly, even when it was raining. I can see people there, wondering are they students? How it feels to be among them? They laugh, it felt like they were laughed at me. At me not being student there.

And that station. You always got onto the bus in that station. Obviously you're asian. You always wear that face, that sad, unhappy face. You looked pale and thin, I wonder if you're sick. You looked like a student in that university.

Why, I wonder, why would you be sad? I could take your place as a student there, and I could only think there will be smile on my face (and probably frustrated face when an exam held).

Why, I wonder, sad-faced-girl,

why would you be sad?

Life Lesson

I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school.

They don't teach you how to love somebody.

They don't teach you how to be famous.

They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor.

They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer.

They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind.

They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.


They don't teach you anything worth knowing.

neil gaiman

Sikat Gigi

Kemarin, pas aku mo rawat (istilah ini digunakan itak, maksudnya sikat gigi & cuci muka sebelum tidur; sekarang aku ikut2an make), hapeku bunyi. Pendetaku telpon. Ya saya sms lah. Pendetaku di sini suaminya Australian, istrinya Indonesian, nah istrinya itu sering telpon aku jadi uda deket, aku uda nyante aja jawab telponnya yang kedua sambil gosok gigi:

"Halo, shemu (panggilan buat istri pendeta)?" busa putih di mulut.

"Hi, Viny, this is Nick." omaigat.

"Oh! Yes Nick?"

Kecelakaan yang mungkin saja terjadi: keselek sikat gigi, nelen busa.

Pesan moral: Jangan menjawab telpon sambil sikat gigi.