LET’S MOURN FOR THE LOST OF LOGIC IN PEOPLE
Welcome to the country where the people have lost their logic. On a recent JUST ANOTHER transportation disaster, a few people who weren’t the passengers of the illfated ship tragically drown and died. Tragic? Really? Who were they? They were reporters and policemen, whom were supposedly to secure the wrecked and unsafe ship so that NOONE got on board. But, that can only happen when the people of one’s country haven’t lost their logic.
I mean seriously, everybody knew in the first place that the bloody ship almost sink because of what? In the midst of securing an almost sunk ship, a whole bunch of people (there were about 40 of them) got on board the damn wrecked ship and they expected everything to be hunky dorry? As safe as how the ship was before the incident? That almost killed the passengers on board because of a truckload of chemical substance exploded on board and the ship was 140 people overloaded?
HOW DUMB AND ILLOGICAL COULD THESE REPORTERS BE? So dumb that they thought NEWS was to be first and safety was to be…well…forget safety, it’s just an empty wrecked ship. Meanwhile…everybody mourn that o, they lost their father, o, they lost their precious son, o, they lost their best employee, o, they lost the people that they loved and cared (who apparently cared nothing for their own safety that they rather died a petty death).
I’m sorry. I wouldn’t mourn for the lost of the people. We have people. There are still hundreds of million of them on this forsaken archipelago. I would heavily mourn for the lost of logic in people. And the fact that nobody will ever learn that they’ve lost it.
Go on you morrons. Leave everything up to fate. Yes it’s fate that people die. But it’s not fate when you neglect your own safety because you have no respect for yourself and logic.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)The Niece With Noone To Play With
O, little girl
Sweet little girl
Where’s your Momma
‘My Momma’s sleeping’,
little girl says
‘I run to Gramma
when I want this and I want that’,
little girl says
‘Gramma loves me more’,
little girl believes
Where’s Momma? Where’s Momma
Momma’s sleeping today
Momma’s sleeping yesterday
Momma’s sleeping everyday
She hates me, does she?
Little girl says
She likes sleeping better
I came to Momma yesterday
Momma said, ‘Go to your Gramma’.
I came to Gramma yesterday
Gramma said, ‘Go to your Momma’.
Why don’t anybody want me?
Why don’t anybody want me?
Who can I play with Momma?
What can I play with Gramma?
Why can’t I play with you Momma?
Why can’t I play with you everyday Gramma?
Gramma says Saturday Sunday
Momma and I will play
But yesterday was Saturday
And today is Sunday
All Momma’s doin’ sleepin’ them away
What did I do wrong Momma
You never tell me
What did I do wrong Gramma
You never tell me
Daddy, you never tell me
Aunty, you never tell me
Grandpa, you never tell me
Momma, why you never tell me?
Tell me Momma, tell me other things than
‘Go to your Gramma!’
‘Go to Daddy!’
‘Shut up!’
‘Urghhh!’
‘Go away, Momma’s sleeping!’
‘What do you want?’
‘Go play!’
Tell me Momma
Tell me that it’s not my fault
Tell me that it’s me you want to play with
Tell me that it’s me you see in your dreams
When you’re sleeping today
When you’re sleeping yesterday
When you’re sleeping everyday
while I’m looking for a friend to play
Kursi
Saya duduk di sebuah cafe, mustinya bekerja. Menyusun proposal memperbaharui surat-surat dan lain-lainnya. Di meja sebrang saya yang kursinya lebih empuk karena sebuah one-seater, duduk seorang wanita oriental. Sepertinya orang Korea. Saya memiliki sensitivitas tinggi untuk bisa membedakan mana orang asal Korea, Jepang, Cina, Hong Kong dan Singapur. Entah dari mana, tapi pokoknya bisa. Wanita Korea itu sepertinya pertengahan 30-an. Manis. Sibuk membaca majalah fashion yang tebal. Rambutnya lurus dan sedikit berwarna coklat muda. Dia mengenakan kaus berwarna hijau telur asin, cardigan hitam berlengan 3/4 dan rok mini. Duduknya bersilang kaki, dan pahanya yang mulus terlihat. Kursi yang beruntung. Si Korea Mulus telah memberi saya motivasi untuk lebih memperhatikan kesehatan dan kemulusan kulit kaki saya.
Dua orang pria bapak-bapak yang sudah beruban dan kira-kira berumur 50-an duduk sejajar dengan si wanita Korea, juga di deretan kursi one-seater yang empuk. Mereka sibuk membicarakan bisnis. Sama sekali tidak terganggu dengan kemulusan kulit paha wanita Korea itu. Mereka sedang bersepakat untuk tidak memberikan diskon 50% pada rekan bisnis mereka yang menyebalkan.
Ah, si wanita Korea bergerak. Mengemasi barang-barangnya dan beranjak pergi. Kakinya panjang mulus, tepat seperti perkiraan saya. Tak lama kemudian, seorang wanita berjilbab tiba-tiba datang ke kursi bekas si Wanita Korea itu dan duduk di sana menggantikannya. Badannya yang langsing kecil terbungkus rapat dan ketat baju yang mengesankan kemusliman. Semuanya berwarna pink. Ia bertanya kepada pelayan yang lewat apakah ada colokan listrik di dekat kursinya. Pelayan menunjukkan kursi lain yang dekat dengan colokan listriknya. Si Wanita Muslim berpindah kursi dan 3 orang perempuan montok datang menghampiri kursi yang tidak jadi ditempati itu. Salah satu di antaranya menggendong dan menyusui bayi lelaki kecil. Ibu-ibu Muda. Dia menyenderkan punggungnya ke dudukan one-seater dan mengangkat kakinya yang gemuk dan mengistirahatkannya pada besi di kaki meja. Perempuan-perempuan montok lainnya yang sepertinya Sang Ibu, Adik dan Ipar terlihat melakukan hal yang sama.
Dari tempat saya duduk kini terlihat telapak-telapak kaki yang memerah karena kelelahan berjalan dan sepasang betis gemuk yang mulus diikuti oleh jari-jari kaki yang juga gemuk. Tiba-tiba saya bersimpati pada kursi dan menurutmu, apakah wajah, atau punggung yang dihadapkannya kepada pantat-pantat manusia yang duduk di atasnya?
Uncategorized | Comment (0)Limp Imp
I see myself in a two-story building, that felt like the place I stayed in and looked like a little house. The night was young but it was cloudy so the sky was darker than usual. The Little House was merry that night. My uncle who’s a doctor was there, Mom, Dad I felt also there. My sister too. She was with this other girl, presumably her friend. I felt like I knew her. But that didn’t seem important. My room appeared to be on the 2nd floor. Somehow people were hurrying me to pack up. I went upstairs to pack up. I hated the light that was in my room. Dim and gloomy, I cursed it and said to my sister who started getting my dresses out of the closet on the floor, that the light didn’t help at all. Somehow, it seemed like she was going back and forth up and down. Sometimes I saw her head popped in through the door and then I would hear her steps down the stairs again. I remember the stairs. It was a twirling and steep. I kept telling her to be careful and told her to stop going back and forth. She told me to hurry up again.
I heard the people downstairs are laughing and chatting away. My sister’s friend on the other hand, seemed calm. She just sat there by the bedside, watching me getting my clothes out of the closet. I couldn’t find the suitcase. I felt like my room was getting smaller and smaller, shrinking by the minute or something. The air was pressing. My sister appeared again in the room, she picked a dress and said something, and stood up again, to went back downstairs. But she limped to the floor and her hand was reaching out to me, her friend jumped to catch her and I grabbed her hand, she limped and limped and crumpled to the floor, and I held her and she was turning blue. Her friend ran downstairs and said, ‘help! something happened’. But the people didn’t seem to stop chatting away. I managed to get downstairs with my sister now turning black in my arms.
I ran straight to my uncle who’s a doctor, who by now seemed to be wearing his white doctor robe, and shouted at him,’she’s turning blue then black, what do you think happened?’ But he didn’t even look at my direction and was talking to Mom and laughed. I couldn’t even understand a word he was saying. And the air was pressing, the sky felt darker and I remember my red flower print dress I left on the floor, in which I felt like it wasn’t even mine and tried to remember why I was packing at all and why my sister was suddenly limping and turning black in arms. I saw indefinite residual shapes of faces and bodies floated in the air, crowded me, laughed at me, and heard myself crying and screaming in my sister’s ear asking her to wake up and stop turning so black. ‘Wake up, wake up! WAKE UP!!!! Please, wake up!!!’
Over and over again.
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