Showing posts with label Friends-no-foe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends-no-foe. Show all posts

A Hallmark Card for You, Nek

Nek, if I were a Hallmark Card writer, this was what would appear on your birthday card:

I was wondering what I could give for your birthday.
And I have been doing that for weeks.
Wondering what to give to you, I mean.
I was thinking... books? chocolate? a bucket of flowers? books? Edward Norton's collection of underwears?
Na-ah.
And then I was thinking about writing a poem.
It turned out that I was not that poetic.
Sigh.
Then, I started to write a story. A very short story.
My story stopped on the first page.
Just like our drafts.
After that, I was thinking about my own book.
But... you know what happened.
It would be too late.

So, I drafted some lines in this blog.
Probably, I could start with some thank-yous.
Thank you for your friendship.
Thank you for the plus plus of your friendship.
Thank you for your trust.
Thank you for your ears.
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for being you.
But... I kept thinking they are not enough.
So, I am writing this now feeling disappointed with myself for not being able to give you the best birthday gift ever.
Except for two promises.
One is that I will always cherish your friendship.
And two is that I will always bring you to every Pesta Blogger I attend.

Fitri Mohan,
Happy Birthday.
I keep saving my hugs for you until the time we are destined to meet.
Happy Birthday, darling.

Edward Norton Girl

Jangan tanya siapa Edward Norton itu. Dia memang gak seganteng Keanu Reeves. Atau se-charming Tom Hanks. Atau se-ngetop Ahmad Dhani (*bunuh diri*).
Tapi toh Dia tetap menggila-gilainya!

Sejuta topan badai bisa mampir ke kota Apel Besar, Dia tetap bergeming pada Edward Norton. Mengedarkan mata jelalatannya setiap kali naik Subway. Berharap bisa menemukan sosok Edward -yang katanya sering naik Subway juga- di antara penumpang-penumpang Subway. Girl, you're really a dreamer!

Untungnya Edward Norton gak pernah jadi James Bond. Tak bisa dibayangkan kalau Dia nekat ikut audisi Edward Norton Girl dengan bernyanyi seperti peserta American Idol yang sudah desperado. Apa kata dunia?! Apa kata Simon Cowell?!

Tapi hari ini, akan saya kabulkan mimpinya. Untuk hari ini, sosok Babe akan digantikan dengan Edward. *Dan Babe tidak boleh protes* Akan saya bayangkan dirinya berjalan bergandengan tangan dengan Edward. Tertawa-tawa ria berdua dengan Edward. Bercengkrama asyik dengan Edward. Untuk hari ini. Karena hari ini saya ingin dia bahagia...

Selamat ulang tahun, darling!
I wish I could give you Edward. But I know you already have a better one.

Bloggerhood

Biar pun kata orang blogger saya itu rada narsis, banci tampil, penulis keroyokan, dan makhluk yang ramenya cuma di depan komputer doang, saya percaya dengan rasa persaudaraan di jagat blogsphere ini.

Coba bayangkan: saat saya baru datang ke Jepang dan masih bloon pisan, ada blogger Nagaoka yang tiba-tiba menyapa. Tau-tau saya dapat teman baru! Tau-tau dapat ilmu baru.
Lalu ketika saya pindah ke Tokyo dan kehabisan mainan, ada blogger Tokyo yang muncul membawakan dvd. Sayangnya kita gak sempat ngopi di Shinjuku karena saya keburu pulang.

Seminggu lalu, ketika saya harus ngantor di Solo, seorang blogger Solo menyelamatkan saya dari jadwal kerja yang tidak berperi kemanusiaan itu. Mas satu ini memberi saya daftar tempat di Solo yang bisa dikunjungi tanpa harus mengorbankan jam kerja saya hehehe...

So, I really do believe that bloggerhood exists!

to FM in NY from pb2007

In the middle of the crowd,
In the middle of the most wanted session, Ndoro Ndobos Inc.

I wish you were
here with us...

Much Love for You from Us..

The celebrity was giving his moment for you...

Tiada kesan tanpa kehadiranmu:D

pb2007

Afraid No More

First day of the month.
An announcement was put on the information board.
THIS MONTH'S BIRTHDAY'S PEOPLE, it said.
People gathered in front of that white piece of paper.
Fingers were pointing at dates, and then at names.
Cheers were heard.
A name was mentioned.
A face was screamed at.
"Next week, it's yours!"

I bowed. To them.
From all those names, only one name was lunged out?
I tried to beam.
I tried.
Excitement escaped me.
Skepticism, though, haunted me. It still does.
Simple reasons.
Bad lucks always come to me on that day.
They just happen.
Just my luck.

This week is no exception.
My glass is full.
Yet, water is still poured into it.
Oh, I see bad luck coming. I can even smell it.
I ran to Nenek Remaja and asked for help.
Kill me, I begged.
She comes from water too. She must understand.

I tried to inhale.
And tried to exhale.
I closed my eyes.
Enjoying the killing.
And out of the blue, I got...
a too-early phone call,
a too-early book gift,
a too-early kiss,
and too early cheers.

Tears are running down my face, now.
I feel peaceful.
I feel... I understand.

The early killing made the soul reborn.
The early phone call lifted the black clouds.
The early gift stopped the pouring water.
The early cheers colored my world.

"Come, O, the number 8."
"You may bring your chariot full of bad lucks for I am not afraid anymore."
"I have friends and sunshines. What do you have?"

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