Doyok's Story

Temen kantor gue, si Doyok, itu kadang2 emang aneh. Selalu kesel sama istrinya, sering ngedumel tentang si Hani di depan temen2 di kantor. Kadang gue suka ketawa geli dengernya, tapi sering juga risih sendiri. Masalah rumah tangga kok ya dikoar di muka umum gitu, bukannya disimpen di rumah aja? Kan sama aja buka aib sendiri.

Jadi masalahnya tu lebih kurang begini. Sebelum nikah sama Hani, si Doyok udah pernah nikah, tapi terus cerai. Penyebabnya gue gak tau deh, tau kalo dia pernah nikah sebelumnya juga dari cerita anak2 pas gak ada dia. Hehe. Nah, Doyok n Hani sempet kerja sekantor dan disitulah mereka kenal. Saat itu, status Doyok adalah pacar sahabatnya Hani. Tiap hari mereka pulang bertiga. Dan Hani selalu dianter terakhir karena rumahnya lebih dekat ke rumahnya Doyok. Hahahahaaa, lama2 jadi kayak sinetron. :p

Kalo menurut pengakuan Doyok sih dia putus sama sahabatnya Hani bukan karena ada orang ketiga. Lama setelah mereka putus baru Doyok jadian sama Hani. Eh, ngapain juga gue nyeritain awal hubungan mereka ya? Twew.

Anyways, kita fast forward aja ya. Di awal pernikahan mereka, semua baik2 aja. Tapi beberapa bulan setelah itu, mulailah muncul masalah. Hani selalu mencari alasan nolak kalo Doyok ngajak ML. Jelas aja Doyok bingung. Dari ngebujuk, ngerayu, sampe marah dll semua udah dilakukan, tapi selalu mentah. Dia sampe nanya ke ortunya Hani ada apa sebenernya dengan anak mereka. Pertanyaan yang mereka sendiri pun gak punya jawabannya.

Kalo gue ngulik2 ke Doyok, gue berasumsi bahwa Hani punya trauma, entah dengan hubungan ortunya yg ternyata kurang harmonis (tapi masa iya sampe segitunya?) atau dia mengalami pelecehan seksual setelah menikah sama Doyok (lebih masuk akal tapi dia malah ngamuk2 kalo Doyok nanya). Pokoknya udah bertahun2 dan Doyok yang malang tetep belum tau kenapa istrinya sendiri menolak untuk disentuh. Bertahun2, cuys. Kesian banget deh temen gue ini. :(

Gue pernah nanya, kenapa gak dicerai aja. Secara gak ada yang nyalahin juga kalo misalnya Doyok ninggalin dia, kan salah satu kewajiban istri adalah melayani suami. Tapi Doyok bilang konsekuensi pernikahannya ya begini, dia merasa masih sanggup, dan sebenernya emang sayang sama Hani biarpun berantem terus. Salut juga sih gue. Hahahaa. Gue nanya lagi, kira2 sampe kapan dia bakal tahan. Sampe umur 70 tahun gak ML sama sekali gitu? Dia diem aja. Malah jadi bengong. Weks.

Dan hal yang ironis, mereka berdua suka anak kecil, bilangnya selalu pengen banget punya anak. Bok, lo musti ngempret baru bisa hamil n punya anak. Cerita bayi dibawain sama burung bangau itu cuma bohongan. Ckckckk... Kalo pas bagian ini gue mau nyela juga udah males deh.

Nah, mereka berdua ini suka berantem di telepon. Doyok sampe teriak2 gitu. Cuek banget deh, padahal ada gue n Boti yang seruangan sama dia. Pernah suatu kali gue, Doyok, n Cucun pergi nyari materi buat event. Doyok milih nunggu di mobil sementara gue n Cucun ke Gramedia. Pas balik ke mobil, dari jarak 2 meter aja kita bisa denger dia teriak2 di mobil. Pas masuk mobil, dia lagi maki2 Hani bilang taik, setan, dll. Trus hapenya dilempar ke dashboard sambil terus ngomel2 sendiri. Cucun nanya dia marah2 sama siapa. Jawabnya, 'biasa, bini gue.' Dueeeng, berantem kasar gitu mbok ya jangan di depan orang lain. Udahin dulu teleponnya, ato permisi dulu keluar kalo mau terus berantem. Fiuuuhhh...

Kadang gue kasihan, kadang gue kesel sendiri. Terus, ngapain juga gue ceritain masalah rumah tangga orang lain ya? Untung aja semua orang yg gue sebut di blog ini gue kasih nama samaran. Kalo gak, abislah gue. :p

11302010, 07:53 pm

Entah kenapa hari ini rasanya aneh. Badan gue kedinginan terus dari kemarin. Terus hari ini moodnya rada bluish gitu. :(

I'm either PMS-ing, or just fell into my blue moods. Damn...

Definitely need something to perk my ultimately boring life up. Hey, shaggable guys, where the hell are you??

Fallen Out of Love with Dearest Alay

Been reading these stories in Fiction Press. Categorized under Romance, the theme is of the forbidden relationship between teacher and his female student. I don't know why but I find these stories appealing. Sexy. Not that I ever have had a crush on any of my teacher. Eeww, they're gross!

I've read this kind of stories before, also on FP, but they were more into THE romance. No, THE drama, actually. The ones I'm reading now are more into sexual. They're well written without the whole super sappy drama stuffs. Not in the mood for sappy stories.

Damn, these stories make me want to have a guy. Remember my previous postings about this alay I'm supposedly had fallen in love with? Well, I no longer am in love. I've fallen out of love, if I ever was. Dammit!! I knew it! It was only a momentary digression. Alays have always been a big no-no for me. I find them repulsive blablabla. And there I was, head over heels. But no longer. Thank you, Providence. :p

Well, see. I was having the early stage of fever and stuff, the things that led to my bronchitis diagnosis. I know it's weird. You'd probably think I made it up. I didn't. I was ill, and somehow my mind worked in such a weird way that made me think I was in love with him. Hahaa. I'm that crazy.

Honestly, I feel kinda relieved. But on the other hand, I miss the feeling of being in love. I want to fall in love. I want to have a crush on a guy. It's an exhilarating feeling. I want to feel those fabulousness, the adrenaline rush whenever I think of the object of affection, the blushings and blank minds, the feminine confidence. Oh, how that would be so awesome! Instead, I don't feel a thing now. Just empty and bored. I don't necessarily feel I must have a boyfriend. Just having a reciprocated crush would be enough. At least for starters. I really miss those feelings. *sigh*

I am so fuckin bored out of my mind! Jeez!

11272010, 10:35 am

Hah, akhirnya internet di rumah nyambung lagi. At least untuk weekend ini gue bisa puas2in main Farmville n browsing2. Hahahahaa... Niat banget bawa pulang laptop kantor cuma untuk main game. :p

Anyway, gue positif kena bronchitis, dan sekarang lagi dalam tahap penyembuhan. Udah bosen sama yang namanya kasur n duduk manis. Pengen sibuk lagi. Tapi apa daya, naik turun tangga aja pake batuk2. Bete!

Whatever, sekarang weekend. Berarti saatnya untuk nyaloooooon... Ato pijit ya? Ato makan2 enak aja? Hmmm... Secara Menik n Kucil lagi pada sibuk, this is gonna be a solo weekend again, I guess.

Risking My Health

Anjiss, judulnya serem aja. Padahal mah isinya malah penuh keriaan. :p

Abis gak masuk kerja, langsung dadakan jadi host untuk party kantor gue di salah satu club di Jakarta. My favorite band and MCs were all there. They even played my favorite songs without me asking for them to. :D Aaaah, it's good to be talent coordinator, eh? Well, that's only one jobdesc amongst others that I have. Hehe. Felt as if it was my own party...

So, in my unfit condition, I screamed, I sang, I jumped, I danced, I drank, I did everything but improving my health. I did all that despite the doc's bronchitis analysis. Damn! Serves me right if I get worse tomorrow. -____-'

Yang lucunya, begitu mulai ada yang bubar duluan, pada pake nyalamin gue dulu, padahal tiap hari juga ketemu di kantor kalee. Bener2 deh, jadi kayak gue yang punya acara n perusahaan. MC yang naik ada kali 10 orang, sebenernya gue ngundang mereka sebagai tamu doang, tapi syukurlah, mereka ternyata naik dengan kesadaran sendiri, hihihii... Anak2 yang dulu pernah kerja di kantor gue juga pada nongol, klien pun ada yang dateng, bos2 artis dan vendor, sampe bos2 klien juga loh tumplek bleg semua. Puas juga sih. Hehe...

So, my wish before I sleep, I pray that all those activities didn't ruin my lungs and things. I'm so tired of this stupid flu, I just wanna get well soon. Amen.

Si Bengal Tumbang

Bangkeeee!!! Besok mau party, eh disuruh dokter istirahat total. Monyong! Kemungkinan bronkitis katanya. Gimana cara gue bisa kena bronkitis?? Jadi katanya gue minum dulu obat dari dia selama 3 hari, kalo masih belum membaik, gue harus rontgen thorax. Hikss...

Besok kan yang ngundang orang2 diluar anak kantor itu gue. Kalo gue gak nongol ya gak keren banget toh? Kira2 serem gak sih kalo gue nongol di club gitu dengan memakai masker? :p

Pokoknya gue harus cari alasan biar besok bisa ngantor, hence go to the party. Hmm, ideas?

Bernard Bear

I just love watching videos of this stupid unlucky bear. LOL.

Ngigo 11162010, 2:20 am

Jam segini kebangun dan malah baca timeline di Twitter. Bukannya tidur lagi aja keq. Beberapa malam terakhir yg lagi rame adalah review tentang drama musikalnya Joko Anwar, Onrop. Well, it got rave reviews. Tapi 1 temen gue yg ngetwit betapa bosannya dia pas lagi nonton. Hahahaaa. So, probably it's not for everyone. ;)

Waking up at this hour, a mug of hot chocolate would be such bliss. Plus a good read until falling sleepy again. Maybe watching boring news too. :p

Well, just that notion about news puts me back into sleep. Night, peeps. :)

Bengal Bimbang. Lagi?

After days of stalking his socmed accounts, even the ones he didn't share, I finally found the courage to start a chat with him via BB Messenger. Firstly, it's because I saw that he'd changed his profile picture again. This time, it must have been taken years before, because his face looks sharper and more pointed. For lack of a better word, he's rather plump now. Well, compared to that new profile picture, I mean. He's really not plump at all. :p

I thought I could just tease him about it when I started the chat. Turned out we didn't discuss it at all. Not even close to that. It's like touch and go. And to prolong it, I asked him about the song that he sang to me the other day. I made up a reason so he'd send me the music file. And he did! Yayyy!!!

But, there's this thing that put me down. He's language style was so alay. Honestly, I don't like that. So I tried to open my mind. I mean, I like this guy. But talking to him in person feels so different than when we do online chat. His written language is a turnoff. Man, he typed 'iaaaa' for 'yaaaa'. *sigh*

So, if it's that easy for me to 'unlike' him, that I must not have been like him that much, eh? Is that good news, or bad news? Well, good news because soon I can go back to my normal self. Bad news because I still let myself judge people unfairly. I know writing style does not reflect his intelligence. But it's kinda hard for me to rule that out. Inarticulate means stupid. So narrow-minded. I can't help it... Damn!

But am still trying. Don't let alay slang and typos cloud my judgement. After all, the real thing is when both of us together in persons, right? That's when you feel the real touch, hear every spoken words, and look at each other's eyes.

One remaining question: he's still oblivious, will I keep trying? *sigh*

Nusrat Fateh Ali & Michael Brook - Tracery

The song is called Tracery, performed by Nusrat Fateh Ali and Michael Brooks.

Listen to it, and see if it doesn't move you somehow. It's like I were suddenly swooshed by magic into another dimension. A dimension where people lived a 12th century mid eastern lifestyle. Sand and dust, dirty camels, slick merchant, colorful harem girls, romantic heroes, intrigues, smell of exotic spices, heat, dried fruits, figs and dates, tents in the middle of the desert, belly dancers, and Kama Sutra. Damn, so sexy... I don't wanna open my eyes.

Bengal Misses Her Alay

Being ill sucks. Staying in bed for more than a day puts me in a restless mood. Adding an alay into the equation results in fiasco. A fiasco in my mind. Jeez, I am head over heels. Oh please cure me. I hate being sick, and I can't stand missing someone like this.

Sometimes, I feel as if I'm in the twilight zone. The theme song plays over and over in my head. This object of my affection is so totally unlikely for me. I like tall guy, white and muscular, smart and articulate, clean cut and shaven, and he IS not even one of those things, for Pete's sake!! He's an alay, what more can you expect?

I'm a lost cause. For me to stoop this low is unforgivable. *pardon my expression, no offense to alays out there*. And to know that he's indifferent is the last straw. I think I should go see a shrink.

I miss him, I keep thinking about him. I realize that he's definitely not the first thing in my mind every time I wake up, but he's the one in mind before I sleep. I miss him. Yeah, alay or not, I miss him. :(

Missing His Voice

He sang to me. His lips right at my ear. That's the click, the moment that I fell into him. Just some stupid song. In the midst of people rushing around in the convention building, he sang at my ear. I might have been blushing, I couldn't remember. And for him, for him it might be just another song to sing, another chick to woo, and then forgets all about it.

He said it was his own song. He made it, he had recorded it, and about to release it next year. Who knows? He might be the next big thing, or just another alay wannabe. Still, he's my alay. Damn, how did I get this corny? I disgust myself. :(

Yeah well, I miss his voice, and his presence. I can't even remember how it's like. The time we spent was too short, and all I got left just flashes of feeling, images, and voices. And I'm starting to lose them too.

Weird. It's just too weird for me to feel this way.

Bengal Naksir Alay :p

It's been a while since the last time I have a serious crush on someone. I guess I have one now. Flu plus crush equals shitdom. That's what I'm feeling at the moment. Totally blue and clueless. Not liking it a bit.

Ketemu cowok pas ngerjain event kemarin. Sebenernya bisa dibilang dia itu rival secara dia juga kerja di EO. Cuma karena klien kita ini pengen event besarnya ini ditangani langsung sama 3 tim, jadilah ada 3 perusahaan yg bekerja sama ngerjainnya. EO gue khusus ngerjain acara, EO dia khusus ngerjain produksi, dan yg 1 lagi khusus konsep dan image. Berbulan-bulan menggodok segala detail dan rincian, tapi bener2 ketemu dan ngobrol sebelum event itu paling cuma 2x. Hahaa, kesan pertama cuma nih anak rambutnya alay beuut. :p But something stickes, his voice was resonant and a bit husky. Just the way I like it. Damn, the trap had been opened.

Event selama seminggu, dan selama seminggu itu kita sering musti cek & ricek bermacam detail barengan. Secara pekerjaan, dia udah pasti ok karena dia udah pernah ngerjain event ini beberapa kali sebelumnya. Justru gue yang anak baru. But he's okay, not patronizing at all. Gak kelihatan keras ato apa, malah pas lagi ada show di panggung, kita udah pasti di posisi paling belakang untuk ngawasin situasi dan kondisi. And guess what, we know the same songs, we even sang and danced together. Gak ada yang jaim deh padahal bos2 kita juga ada disana. Hahahaa...

Diluar itu, kita mulai bercanda beneran pas 2 hari menjelang event berakhir. Dan mungkin disitulah gue mulai suka sama dia. Kampret. Dari segitu banyak cowok yang seliweran kenapa gue musti naksir sama anak alay ini? *jedotin kepala ke tembok* Mending kalo dia juga suka sama gue. Hiks...

Event udah kelar, udah saling add di Facebook, kalo kontak BB mah udah dari kapan tau, dan sampai disitu aja. Gak ada ajakan ngobrol, gak ada tag foto ato apa, gak ada apapun yang nunjukin dia ada perhatian sama gue sedikitpun. *yaowoooh, desperate amat gue yak? Preeeet!!*

I know he's not married, he's 30, and he's mobile, and he's definitely not gay. Oh well, he does love beautiful, skinny, lithe women. -____-' Stupid me to feel this way, ya? Dengan seleranya yang seperti itu, jelas aja dia gak bakal ngelirik gue in that way. *banting monitor*

Tapi nikmatin aja deh. Asik juga ngerasain kayak begini lagi. Ngecek BB terus, stalking FB dan Twitternya dia, sama liatin foto2nya di BB gue. Wakakakaak, gue bener2 parah deh. Najis lo, Bengaaal!! Hadoooh hampooooonnn...