my cracked polystyrene world

cemong died.

another one of her kittens died too.

now there’s only one.

i hope she makes it.

[kle]

i would be liked.

i would be loved.

i wouldn’t feel this pain.

[kle]

1. bf person and me have been… far. that sucks.
2. hujan topan badai waktu lagi dirumah pak de di bekasi. pohon2 pisang tumbang, jatoh ke mobilnya mas tomo. pohon nangka patah2, jatoh ke bagian depan rumah pak de, nimpa taneman pak de. anggrek2nya patah, pot2 pecah, tanah berantakan. dapur pak de plafonnya rubuh, dan di beberapa tempat bocor. mesjid deket rumah pak de kubahnya lepas, glinding ke bawah. mesjid bocor mampus kata papa.
3. pas sampe rumah, si tiga [anak cemong yang warnanya putih-abu2] dah lemes banget. setelah dikasih obat dan susu tetep ga membaik. malemnya mati.
4. cemong belom sembuh, belom mau nyusuin anaknya.
[kle]

akhir2 ini gue mimpi yang aneh2 banget. emang dari dolo seh gue
klo mimpi ga pernah ga aneh, tapi belakangan ini mimpi gue temanya selalu
serupa [traveling, getting lost, some weird and unexplainable mission, etc2] dan
selalu diselingi kejadian2 lucu dan… well,… aneh [like having an extreme
desire of urinate that could not be fulfilled due to improper restrooms and whatnot].
hehehe… gue ga bisa nemu kata lain selain kata itu :p

pernah suatu malem gue mimpi [kebetulan kali ini temanya
beda ama yang biasanya] lagi gletakan2 ama pacar gue. kita lagi dengerin radio
gitu deh. trus dia bilang, “aku seneng dengerin radio ini soalnya mereka selalu
muterin lagu yang dah ga diputer di radio lain.” dan saat itu lagu yang lagi
diputer itu lagunya daniel bedingfield yang if you’re not the one. trus dia
mulai nyanyi gitu deh sambil tiduran telentang. suaranya bagus banget. gue cuma
nyengir2 aja dengerinnya. trus tiba2 dia keselek, sampe batuk2. gue bilang, “makanya
nyanyi jangan sambil tiduran, duduk dong.” trus dia bangun. tapi bukannya
duduk, dia malahan berdiri dan mulai nyanyi lagi dengan lebih serius. like he
really meant it. i was so amazed by his voice. and his look. dia tinggi, agak2
gemuk, rambutnya pirang dan… bule? tiba2 gue inget bahwa pacar gue itu emang
penyanyi. salah satu finalis acara idol2an gitu deh [like american idol
perhaps? coz he obviously wasn’t indonesian]. and i was so proud of him. and
for a second or so i felt like i was the luckiest girl in the universe.

trus gue bangun and…
snap back to reality.
oh there goes
gravity.
regain sanity.
my bf’s not the chubby.
he’s the skinny.
but that doesn’t
mean that i’m less lucky.
wee!!!!

[kle]

t’was amazing!
i’m a happy grandma.

[kle]