A little rain inside me, a little pain inside me. A little dose of mellowness to compromise the life, in a precise amount.

-Self-Quote-

Sunday, March 29, 2009

A Sentimental Fool. That's Me.




WARNING: DONT READ THIS IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED GREY'S ANATOMY S05E19. DONT. BECAUSE THIS IS A REAL SPOILER.




Derek: Hey. come on in. This is the CT for Katie Bryce--16-year-old female, subarachnoid aneurysm.

Meredith: From a fall during rhythmic gymnastics. I remember.

Derek: It was the first surgery we ever scrubbed in together on, our first save. Right here is a cerebral cyst. Tough save, but we did it. I kissed you in the stairwell after the surgery. And this right here is where dr. Bailey kicked you out of the surgery because she caught us in your driveway in my car.
And right here--this is a 7-hour craniotomy, and you held the clamp the entire time, never flinched. That's when I knew you were gonna be an incredible surgeon.
And Beth Monroe, who made our clinical trial a success by surviving. You talked me into putting her under. That's when I knew I needed you.
And this is today. Post-op head CT of Izzie Stevens.
You see that?
Tumor free...
Because of you.
You got me into the OR.
If there's a crisis, you don't freeze.
You move forward.
You get the rest of us to move forward,
Because you've seen worse, you've survived worse.
And you know we'll survive, too.
You say you're all... dark and twisty,
But that's not a flaw.
It's a strength.
It makes you who you are.
I'm not gonna get down on one knee.
I'm not gonna ask a question.
I love you, meredith grey.
And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.



[Elevator Love Letter, Grey's Anatomy, S05E19]

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Mr Right and Mr Right Now

Rata Penuh
now, he is Mr Right.



Have you watched Burn After Reading? The weird movie was about a bunch of people, who at first weren't connected to each other. Then somehow, with the plot, they all got connected through one little CD. All the men then died, leaving this crazy-about-reinventing-herself-with-plastic-surgery-girl and cheating wives.

The handsome guy, George Clooney, thought he was everything a woman could have. And maybe, that was one of the many reasons which make him sleeping around. He might think that he had the privilege to have sex with any women he wants. But then payback is always a bitch, isn't she? His wife was also cheating and thinking about divorcing him.


The gym girl, I dont know who she is, but the girl, Linda something, thought that she had a problem with her appearance. That she was already old in the point where she's not that attractive anymore. So, the only solution, an instant one, was to have a plastic. Four procedures. Let's talk about this more, later.


But the character I love the most is Osbourne Cox. He was old, baldy, and not attractive at all - so my preference for him is not sexual. He was always angry and skeptic and cynic all the time: everybody else but him is completely moron. He has a cheating wife; he knew the affair his wife had, but he didnt bother to even ask. He just.. didn't care.

So, what does this movie have to do with me?
This morning, someone from B-town (I am still in B-town, but not the same B-town as in my previous post. Guess I'll have to add one city soon in the pics there), the guy I swam with (I dont know what his number is in my list), called me.

He told me that he's been missing me since the last time we saw each other.
He told me that he wants to be more serious with me.
He told me that he likes me - not loves.
He asked me if I could take the part in it.
I said yes.


But then I dont have this feeling that I am in a relationship. I dont have this feeling that 'Okay, I have a boyfriend now'. The feeling is just not growing. I dont understand. It could be anything. It could be because this is a long-distance relationship, and it is bull-shit to me (no offense here). It could be because he's Mr Right Now, who happens to come to my life, but not Mr Right I am looking for. It could be because I am not a relationship type. It could be anything. Name it.


So, me and the girl Linda in the movie, share one thing, I guess. There's this guy, Ted, who's secretly in love with her that it eventually costed his life; but the problem is, Ted wasn't her Mr Right. She kept looking over the internet - the dating site. She kept planning on having plastic while Ted thought she was attractive already without it. She kept her eyes shut to the Mr Right Now beside her.


And I don't know. Should I ignore this Mr Right Now? Should I give it a try?

What say you?

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Man




I don't want a boyfriend
I need a real man!

(Jolin Tsai's Da Zhang Fu/Real Man)

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Bangkok Love Story





Lets skip the lousy plot, first. Lets skip the lame action, second. Lets talk about the gay thing, third.

This movie - oh, you must have already watched it long before I wrote this, so lets skip that 'don't give me the spoiler' or 'you are so ancient-history' things - reminds me a lot about eternal summer. Everything resembles, and creates the same stereotype. The same tone, the same cinematography, same lousy plot - they're all so typical. I mean, I havent even once in my life seen a not-so-stereotypical-gay-movie. Well, there might be some - I havent watched Milk or Save Me, or oh-you-name-it, but it's all sad. Sad and sad. It's like pointing implicitly that being gay is doomed to be sad and tragic, forever. Is that so? You tell me.

I like the opening narrative -you can read it at my previous post. I like the story the narrator tried to set: A killer who's also gay, living in a situation where poverty hit him so hard, with a sick mother and brother. He's not pretty at all - thin and gloomy, and since most of the time he's shirtless, you cant really tell his fashion taste. Yes, that guy, Cloud, is very different from our picture about flamboyant things. That gays don't always look fabs even when they want to. Cloud's life was already hard, but the plot wasnt that good that it didnt capture all of this hardship. There were still a few room to explore, but the director managed not to give a damn about it.

He captured Shi (cute! see the pictures above! it's him), and later Shi, not him, fell in love with Cloud. For a reason I dont even know why. But that's the truth, isn't it? To fall in love without even a reason. He was married, and the marriage was only a cover story. Shi's first boyfriend even couldnt make him out of the closet. Cloud did. He even left everything behind, just to be with Cloud; even when Cloud's rejecting him, denying him and himself. He stayed. He stayed till the end. That's love. You dont run away from that. You dont hide from that.

I know, maybe some of you would then start thinking that it's only movie; in reality, it would be so dumb to do what Shi had done. Yeah, go ahead, and tell me that I am a dreamer. Whatever. Because I know, it'll be a hell lot easier when we stop believing such things. It'll be less painful and less dumb when we do things with no-string-attached. Shi might not exist, and I might be getting carried away. But I wanna be that kind of a man like Shi. Not just some cry-baby who walks away because the man of his dream isn't the same as the man who is standing right in front of him.

Still, it's lousy. The movie is lousy. Although I like how the director's trying to capture the beauty of Thailand, although Shi is said to be not the typically Thai boy, and although there're so many paradox living in the movie. No, not because Shi became blind, or Cloud died. No, not that.

It's how Shi became blind, and how Cloud died. It's not elegant. It's very annoying. It's very cheap. Or picisan, in Bahasa. You could have him died, and blind, but not in that way.

One thing I really learn from this movie, PLEASE DO SAFE SEX.
Love is not the same as fuc*ing him without using any safe things.
Love is not the same as you letting him fuc* you without any safe things.




Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Therapy Session #3




Being mellow is tiring.
So, I am tired.
Aren't you tired too?
Yeah, I am so so tired.
So tired that I don't wanna do this again.
GOSH, I even forget WHY I DO THIS.
HAHAHA, silly. Silly silly boy! LOL.
It's time, to warp again all the crap from the past,
All the rubbish from my aging-heart.
It's time to be human again.
It's time to see the surface, again.
To recognize again the taste of the sun.

It's about choice.
It's not destiny.
Nobody is destined to be alone.
Neither do I.
Even if he's not gonna come, so what?
I am not gonna get married anyway.
I have my plans. Not involving anybody else, but me.
I'll have my own world.
My own self.
My own journey.
Even if it's alone.

Because I don't care.
I don't give it a damn.
Because I am human.
I am not dark.
No, not anymore.
I am not twisted.
No, not anymore.
I am not damaged.
No, not anymore.

I AM CHEERFUL.
I AM HAPPY.
I AM CONTENTFUL.
I AM.. myself.
I won't deny myself
I AM.. just myself.
Why would I need to deny myself?
I am single.
I am single, and happy.
Well, not that happy, anyway,
but who can have enough happiness?
I am single, happy, and AVAILABLE.
Well, how can someone be single and not-available?
HE must be very very miserable.
No offense, dude.
You know it's true.
Truth hurts.
It stings like a bee.

Anyway,
I love people. I do.
I loved him. I did.
I loved JT. I did.
I loved this guy I met 16th January. I did.
I loved my ONS#2 guy.I did.

BUT
I don't love them enough.
I love me, MORE. I do.

So, I AM FINE.
I AM SO FINE. Yeah, I am.
You want me?
Catch me,
if
you
can.



you know you love me,
xoxo
ed.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

If Only I were him




I woke up last night. Not feeling well. I saw him still sleeping beside. I felt peace. I didn't wanna disturb him. So, I got up carefully, silently, to his small kitchen. I needed a drink.


Still, he woke up. Because he is that kind of person; who could feel me - well, I don't know exactly, but I guess, the word 'feel' could describe it most.


He asked me if I was okay. I told him I was just thirsty and I needed a drink. He smiled. When I was back, he was still awake. He smiled again. The same smile, as always. I crawled into bed. And he touched my forehead. He always does that. Then his expression changed. You're burning, he told me. He got up, grabbed a thermo, and then put it in my mouth. After confirming his theory, he gave me paracetamol. I slept, then. Soundly. Because of the drug, maybe. But I knew, he's not asleep. He lied there all night long, making sure I was okay.


I woke up early this morning. Not feeling well. But I knew, I was okay.
He smiled to me again. And a bowl of bubur kacang ijo was waiting for me. He cooked it early this morning. I smiled at him. I knew, I loved him.............................


.
.
.


First, I dont know the English of Bubur Kacang Ijo is, so I hope that doesnt disturb you enough. And no, that is NOT what has happened to me. It happened to JT's boyfriend. Replace the word 'He' to JT. And yes, this did happen. We're online last night, and he told me that his boy boy was not feeling good, a fever or something. And he was staying over - He stays over at JT's 4 to 5 times a week - so JT cooked the bubur for him.

I was silenced. I was gasping. I was drowning.
I thought that I needed a fresh air.
But then, I was happy. Happy with a bit jealous.
Not because I am not with JT - I am so past over him, but because they have each other. They're not alone. I was alone last night. I was not feeling well last night. I had a fever too. But I just slept. And woke up beside nobody.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
You know, when my someone finally comes, I'll make him pay out all the misery he causes for coming in so late. LOL.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

to HIM, who thinks that I am not Worthy.




Have you ever had this feeling?
when you saw someone happily together
yet you are all alone by yourself walking
on the street... in the car.. or on a boat
or wherever you are

I always think
that this world is far too lonely, too sad

(Cloud, Bangkok Love Story, Opening Narrative)


I am tired. I am still damaged. But I wanna heal. I wanna fix myself. I am not shutting myself down.
I do push people away, but in the truth, I have always stayed. Because I am human. You are human.

Even it's complicated, I know I live this kind of life. I dont get to choose who I am: There IS NO CHOICE. Why cant people grow up and finally accept who they are?

I am tired. But I am not THAT tired
I am damaged. But I am not THAT damaged.
I don't spend the minutes of my days just to worry if he is too old, too young. Or worry if He and I meet somebody I know in the middle of the jungle just to get panic in trying to explain his status to the person.

I am 23. I watched AVATAR. Crazy about Grey's Anatomy. Adore Kevin Walker that much. Hate HEROES but feel the curiosity about the plot. That doesn't make me childish. YOU have to know that.


Thursday, March 5, 2009

There Will be Time




There will be time
when my smile means something
when my heart beats faster
when my face blushes red, again

There will be time
when I finally stop wondering
when i finally stop questioning
about you, about love, about happiness,
about meaning, and about myself

There will be time
when alphabets are not just mine
when sentences are not just the antidotes to loneliness

There will be time
when I wake up every morning to someone I love besides me
when I kiss him good night and tell him that I will see him in my dreams
when the dark nights is not so cold anymore

There will be time
when I dont need to wait for the sun to cast away the cloudy sky
when an umbrella is already enough, because it has you under it..

There will be time
when I cry for you, for love and happiness you bring in my life
when I believe, once again, I am a complete person
when I believe, I see, and I hear, the happily ever after, again..

There will be time
and I don't mind to wait


Monday, March 2, 2009

Therapy Session #2



You know when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be – white dress, prince charming who’d carry you away to a castle on a hill. You’d lie in your bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, prince charming –they were so close you could taste them. But eventually you grow up and one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope and faith that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true.[Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy, Season 1 Episode 08]


So, the big question that clings in my head lately is if believing in fairy tales is wrong. I remember when I met JT. I told him all my sweet dreams about my future - of course ones with him - and he said that I was a dreamer. I told him that I wanted to be successful in my career, travel around Europe, learn French, and have a nice guy beside me all night, tucking me, hovering me, and seeing him waking up in the morning. Sharing those dreams with him apparently made me a dreamer in his eyes.



Is it wasting time? Is it stupid? Silly? Childish? To believe in such things? Really, I don't know. Because the moment I realized he had no same feeling to me, I chose to let go all those things. It was one gloomy day when I looked past my shoulder, and I realized I have been lonely. That I have been an audience, an outsiders for so many years in this movie called Love and Happily Ever After. It was so much easier at the time to choose to let go all the fairy tales and the movie, because this way, it keeps me from suffering any more pain.

I thought I was safe. I thought I was fine.
But then, the same loneliness caused me many insomniac nights, I stayed awake, I felt the phobia of closing my eyes. Which was also the reason why I was mellow, dark, and twisted. Like Dr Pr said, I need to breathe again. I need to take my head out of the my mellow ocean, to breathe again, to see how beautiful the outside world was, has been, and is.

At the time, I realized;
I
also
want
to
be
a
participator,
I mean, actively involved in a relationship: My own relationship.

Then I begin to doubt: Men are created to be unfaithful. Unfaithful is pain in the ass. So, I looked back again over my shoulder, and I found the very same old fairy tales. Very same old movies.

I
need
to
believe
in
fairy
tales,
once again.

I need my faith again, that someday m prince will come true. I don't mind the waiting, because he's worth it. Whoever he is. I guess, you'll just know, right?
To add one good milestone about this, YUDA is now in his progress to happily ever after. Aren't you jealous when you found his article about his significant other? Jealous and happy, both come to you at one time, plus one HOPE as a bonus.

And A'a, it is already a gift for me. Don't bother seeking any other gift. :-)


At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important, happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while people may even take your breath away. [Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy, Season 1 Episode 08]