"tadi saya denger kamu bilang, karena kamu gamau nambahin gayus-gayus lain dimasa depan. apa nyambungnya sama kita mesti pake seragam yang rapi? negara punya hukum. sekolah punya tata tertib. anggap aja sekolah miniaturnya negara. minimalnya sama-sama punya lembaga legislatif eksekutif lah. waktu kamu masuk, pernah dikasih tata tertib sekolah terus disuruh tandatangan diatas materai 6000 kan? ya? terus kamu tandatangan kan? dalam keadaan sadar? ya. lalu kalo kamu, temen-temen kamu, pake seragam ga rapi, yang melanggar tata tertib sekolah, dateng telat, dan ngerasa tenang-tenang aja, atau malah ngerasa bener. artinya kalian lagi jadi gayus-gayus kecil. dan semua hal yang kamu bilang tadi, bakal cuma jadi bullshit lah. ngerti?"
Ga dek, gw ga idealis. Gw pathetic. Terjebak diantara dua dunia, hidup didua sisi koin. Ada dikuartil bawah didunia remaja harapan bangsa, tapi ga juga dikuartil atas didunia remaja pelumpuh masa depan negara. Sebut aja pecundang, terlalu pengecut buat milih. Jangan pernah ngikutin. Gw cuma pegangan sama logika, percaya sama hati.
20110129
Talk
"You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.
You've never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling. Seeing that.
If I ask you about woman, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends". But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin to you for help.
I'd asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin like God put an angel on earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Trough anything. Trough cancer.
You don't know about real loss, cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.
I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you. I can't read in some fuckin book.
Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are."
Good Will Hunting
You've never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling. Seeing that.
If I ask you about woman, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends". But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin to you for help.
I'd asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin like God put an angel on earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Trough anything. Trough cancer.
You don't know about real loss, cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.
I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you. I can't read in some fuckin book.
Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are."
Good Will Hunting
20110126
yakalii
depok cuma dua jam juga kan, yaudah besok ke kampus gih sana. tiap awal semester, ngurus gituan mah emang mesti bulak-balik kampus kali. jangan biasain ngandelin orangNeysa Reinalia, pernah kuliah bulak-balik Bandung Jatinangor, tapi lulus dgn cepat dan cumlaude.
tapi..
20110121
Hey, hair.
How you doing? Good?
Are you missing the sunlight? The dusty air? The caresses?
Are you bored? Are you tired of hiding behind my veil?
Are you jealous with other? Are you want me to let anyone see you when you’re in a good shape?
Are you allright with my decision?
Am I late in asking those question?
I see my reflection in the mirror.
I do look good. I try to be objective. But yes, it’s beautiful. I can’t lie.
You falls perfectly right on my shoulder. Black, delicate, pretty straight, smooth. Match with my chubby cheek.
Look like other cute girls in town.
Do you know what?
Obviously, you’re the best things that woman have. You’re woman crown.
God created you.
But my needs to be closer with the Almighty Creator way bigger than my desire in bragging you to other people.
Bigger than my desire to look good and cute.
I’m not that good in belief-faith-and so on-things, don’t you know?
And wearing veil is such a right way to keep me close with my Almighty. Keep me realize that earth is just, em, my transit place?
You still can see much people yea? They called my muhrim.
Sorry for being too egoist, this is me, and it’s your destiny to live and grow on my head.
p.s: Pssstt.. Someday, there will be a stranger who can see and caress you freely, you just don’t know. You’ll be just fine and wait, won’t you?
Are you missing the sunlight? The dusty air? The caresses?
Are you bored? Are you tired of hiding behind my veil?
Are you jealous with other? Are you want me to let anyone see you when you’re in a good shape?
Are you allright with my decision?
Am I late in asking those question?
I see my reflection in the mirror.
I do look good. I try to be objective. But yes, it’s beautiful. I can’t lie.
You falls perfectly right on my shoulder. Black, delicate, pretty straight, smooth. Match with my chubby cheek.
Look like other cute girls in town.
Do you know what?
Obviously, you’re the best things that woman have. You’re woman crown.
God created you.
But my needs to be closer with the Almighty Creator way bigger than my desire in bragging you to other people.
Bigger than my desire to look good and cute.
I’m not that good in belief-faith-and so on-things, don’t you know?
And wearing veil is such a right way to keep me close with my Almighty. Keep me realize that earth is just, em, my transit place?
You still can see much people yea? They called my muhrim.
Sorry for being too egoist, this is me, and it’s your destiny to live and grow on my head.
p.s: Pssstt.. Someday, there will be a stranger who can see and caress you freely, you just don’t know. You’ll be just fine and wait, won’t you?
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