Fortune Teller

Meskipun hari ini mood gue drastis turun tangga, Nyak nga peduli mau di dengar apa nga, beliau bercerita...

Dulu ketika Mbah Akung masih bekerja beliau sempat ditempatkan ke Jepang dan Amerika. Hidupny nga jauh beda sama si Bos sekarang, suka pindah-pindah.
Mbah Akung dulu selalu berkata bagaimana ia sangat berharap ditempatkan ke Jerman.


....
Bertahun-tahun setelah beliau meninggal, si Bos di dinaskan ke Jerman.


Lalu kepada tante gue, beliau berkata, "Pokoknya papah mau ada yang sekolah di Kairo, di Al-Azhar. Papah bakal cari duit deh, asalkan kamu bisa kesana. Siapa aja. Papah pengen banget."


....
Sekarang.. Cairo is waiting for us waving his mumie banded hands.



Ini membuat gue sedikit shiver. Well, its not a surprise though that those things happens, its my family and we totally believe in fortune telling, faith and destiny.

Anyway, ketika gue berfikir soal itu, mungkin aja cucu cucu gue bisa ke Hollywood nerusin mimpi hareem gue.
Tapi lalu gue mengingat sesuatu.

Dulu banget juga. Kejadian itu Winter di Berlin, di lift apartement perjalanan dari lante 4 ke E.
Gue, Nyak, Kiki mengantar seorang tamu pulang. Beliau adalah seorang wanita bernama Bu Legiem. Bu Legiem menikah sama orang bule (how lucky) dan dia buta huruf. Orang-orang bilang dia pandai membaca tangan orang, tapi dia nga mau baca sembarang tangan orang.
Tiba-tiba sambari di ambilnya tangan Kiki, dan dia tersenyum cerah.
"Aduh bu Iwan, ini bagus amat yak masa depannya. Nga bakal kekurangan deh, amin amin. Sukses" (baca: lebih kwitang)
Ketika Mamah menyedorkan tangan gue. Beliau... hening.


Belakang ini Tante gue lagi berhubungan dekat sama tante-tante tua yang katanya pandai juga meramal. Meskipun gue nga terlalu percaya. Tante gue minta dibacain futurenya sepupu gue. Seperti biasa future orang selain gue, futurenya cerah.
"Terkenal, saya dapat melihat mukanya dimana-mana."
"Akan menikah dengan gadis cantik, sukses"
"Rejeki ngalir"
dan lain2.
namun sekali lagi.
hening.

oops. segitunya ya gue.


Lalu ramalan ketek Martin melintas di benak gue. "Agak susah.... harus mengelami Arinda untuk mengerti.. sales..."
oke, am i really that complex?


Meskipun gue punya tahi lalat di jempol kaki, yang kata orang artinya gue bakal keliling dunia tetep aja gue ragu. Mikirin soal kehidupan masa depan bisa bikin gue down lima tahun. Begitu banyak orang sekeliling gue yang katanya ' cerah' dan gue sendiri?
Kenapa nga ada yang bisa meng-sure-kan gue masa depan yang cerah seperti Jiko?
Kenapa semua ngeraguin gue?
Itu aja udah cukup bikin gue mau muntah.

whatever. who cares?
Thanks anyway for underestimating me. That keeps me motivated, pumps me with hate, revenge and adrenaline to show them that i am a LOAD more better than they think.
I can have my dreams come true. even if i havent one.


I exist to show that i exist.
and
I dont smoke
I am still a virgin

G-Spot

God knows how much i love it.

Today, Inka and i made the world's most ridicoulus dialogue. Its about how Romeo dump Ghipane for the two of us. Yes, we are so going to marry.
I'll post the dialogue one day.

Late in the afternoon, we found a freaking good issue to talk about. No its not that tang, its that crunchy fat guy. Who knew he's such a liar??
I wouldnt tell everyone i was romeo's x, i mean you dont need to be God to know what a big lie it is. But some people does it, they say things that arent even real.

The time when we talked everything out, fishing out every flaw of someone's soul. Thats the G-Spot. Feeling the adrenaline rushing through every pore in uncountable seconds, its just great. Gossip till the death comes and shut your mouth.

Gosh, i know i am not perfect. And who am i to talk bad about someone?
But hey, i am not going to talk bad unless the person start it first. The crunchy guy definitely makes my life a little bit harder. And it started it first months ago, and theres no excuse not to talk about its mess.

Ex : Z talked about A behind her back. A knows it from mouth to mouth, and by the way Z is the totally not famous giggolo/bitch. A tell everyone A doesnt care. Z keep talking. A realise how bad Z is. Ta ta, A talks about Z, finally.
I am A.

I am totally aware of what i could be. I dont care of what people think because i already know it all.
I've got world's worst calf.
I could be as crunchy as the crunchy guy.
I am a little bit gaga.
I might be the nice-if-she-needs-something girl
I could scream to everyone and make everyone scared/angry of me. just like i did :(
I cant shut my mouth
Theres something wrong about my body proportion.
Theres something wrong with my face. Its so middle class, i cant do anything to make it look a little more richer.
I never learn
I do so if i learn
I pretend I learn
I dont really hear what people say
I've got that big huge butt
I could really be annoying
I cant sing
Sometimes i smell bad
People think I am over hyperactive
Over hyper friendly, (just those negative egg heads, why couldnt you see someone being nice?)

And and a lot. Hey its fun counting your flaw. Makes me feel a little bit more human. But I know that i am worth to talk about, bad talk things.
Wise man knows what they dont know. Thats what Socrates said. ( i dont think the quote really fits here)
Really, at least i know what i am bad at and i know those really bad side of mine. Dont i deserve to let my G-Spot touched?

I just wonder, those who might tell bad tales. If they know their flaws and mistakes? Do they know about their totally too middle-exact-in-the-point facade that they are showing off?
Or is it just a cheap vengeance?