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-

Monday, November 30, 2009

Sampai Ketemu Lagi... :-)





kamu ingat ketika pertama kali kita berantem? ketika pertama kali kamu sebal setengah hidup padaku? Ketika kamu bilang, aku terlalu banyak curhat padamu? Dan aku minta maaf waktu itu. Itu yang kamu tahu. Tapi setelah itu, aku berjanji pada diriku sendiri untuk mengurangi curhatku. 

Lalu kita janjian ketemu. Dan ternyata sesuatu terjadi, dan aku ga bisa. Aku benar-benar minta maaf waktu itu. Karena aku merasa benar-benar bersalah. dan tidak sedetikpun aku menuntutmu untuk memahami posisiku. Karena ada begitu banyak 'seharusnya' yang sampai sekarangpun, masih kusesali. Dan terutama karena aku tak cukup punya keberanian untuk bercerita pada teman-temanku yang straight, bahwa aku seperti ini. Karena sampai kapanpun, aku tak akan bisa menggabungkan teman-temanku yang straight dan yang PLU.. 

Kemudian kamu menghilang. Entah untuk berapa lama, aku tak tahu. Tapi setelah itu, semuanya berjalan seperti biasa. Aku merasa kita semakin akrab. Aku merasa menemukan seorang A'a yang lama hilang. Yang barangkali memang selalu ada di sana. Kata orang, di blogmu bahkan, memaafkan tidak sama dengan melupakan. Tetapi aku begitu percaya waktu itu, semua yang berlalu memang telah berlalu...

Tapi kemudian aku melakukannya lagi. Aku sakit, karena terlalu capai di Singapore. Andai kamu tahu apa yang terjadi di sana. Tapi aku meminta maaf, meskipun aku mengatakan di blogku kalau aku tak merasa bersalah. Aku minta maaf memang bukan karena merasa bersalah, tetapi lebih karena telah membuatmu merasakan apapun yang kamu rasakan... Entah itu galau, entah itu kesal, entah itu rasa sepi. Entahlah. Aku ingin bertanya, tetapi aku merasa keberadaanku malah membuat hidupmu ruwet. Membuatmu tambah tak bahagia.

Aku tak pernah menyalahkanmu. Sampai sekarangpun. Aku berusaha memaklumimu, dan menyimpan rasa kehilangan itu, lalu menggantinya dengan sebentuk rasa kecewa. Kamu ingat ketika pertama kali aku bilang kecewa padamu? Kamu malah mengusirku, dan mengatakan bagaimana dirimu tak pantas menjadi seorang A'a bagiku.

Ah, kamu tahu, sakit sekali rasanya mendengarmu mengucapkan kata-kata itu. dengan begitu mudahnya. Tapi sekali lagi, aku tak bisa menggugat. Tak bisa juga menuntut. Kamu adalah kamu, dan aku bukan siapa-siapa. Dan barangkali memang tak akan pernah menjadi siapa-siapa.  Sehingga dengan mudahnya Engkau bisa mengatakan sesuatu seperti 'buang saja ke laut..'

Dan barangkali inilah saatnya untuk belajar melepaskan. Seperti hujan yang tak tergenggam, seperti pelangi yang indah dalam sesaat-nya.


Terima kasih.
Maafkan aku.
Sampai ketemu lagi di suatu ketika.
Karena kamu tahu, aku masih akan di sini.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Right Dosage



Love is like a medicine. It has to come to a right dosage: not too less, not too much, but sufficient. A childish boy won't be too childish, a mature guy won't be too independent, a smart guy won't be too smart-alec, a difficult-to-approach guy won't be that difficult, and doing stupid things won't be stupid at all. Even a fat guy won't be too chubby, and a skinny guy won't be too thin. We all come to a point they label as 'compromising', and suddenly, we're happier than we thought we'd be.

Based on the presumption, it is stupid then, to get mad to somebody just because they think we're childish, we're too ngondek, we're too open, and we're too ugly. It is also stupid to judge people because they prefer body, because they prefer face, or because they prefer both. Everybody has their own preferences, so it's totally stupid to make it into a problem. If he's just not that into you, he's not that into you. Because when he's into you, everything would come to a right dosage, like what I mentioned earlier. And when he's not that into you, I think it's our part to let it go. It's not because we're too ugly, too ngondek, too open, too childish, like he'd say to you, but because we're simply not at the right dosage for him. We can't cure him, because we're not the medicine for him. So we let go, because he'd have thrown us, the wrong medicine, into his rubbish bin, earlier before. Have some dignity to walk out, shall we?

This guy I was talking about, the one who's offering friendship, he met his somebody a week or two ago. They had dinner. And the guy thought it was one of the best. And he really told me that the somebody was his type. Guess what?

Two days ago, I met this somebody. His name was Dan. Not Dan Humphrey, by the way, and we talked and talked. Based on his first impression, I must have met a lot of guys here in B-town. The same statement as the friendship-guy - and I was confused: Is this question merely implying me being too 'friendly' and therefore slut; or is this question merely checking if I am seeing somebody in particular, or is this question merely checking if there's a lot of competititon? Which? I really hope you could help me with this.

Anyway, I told him that I was this sweet-innocent boy, I rarely met someone here, more because there was nobody to meet. And it's true, FYI. So I asked him back the question. He mentioned some names - and it was then that I realised. I confirmed my suspicion, and I was right. Dan was the friendship-guy's type.

Let me give you his stats: 28, 186, 98. He's that fat. And you know what? Dan thought that the friendship-guy was not okay at all. Forgive me for being shallow here, but I was so relieved. It was that second that I realised how childish I have been. It was also that second that I knew: Love is like a medicine; right dosage, right prescription, and you get cured. Everyone is special to a certain someone.


By the end of the day, I knew I was going to be better. It's really a time to love myself more, to grow up, and be a man. And the sex? Me being practically sex-less? Well, here's a quote from Ling Woo (Lucy Liu), Ally McBeal, Season 3 Episode 4:


Look. We're talking about five seconds here, okay? That's how long the big O lasts -- five seconds, sometimes six.This is so typical of men. What we want is affection, commitment, companionship, somebody to spend our days and nights with, somebody to make us happy in life. And instead, you've stayed focused on five to six seconds of a few major muscle contractions! You're a pathetic species!


Now, you tell me.
Are we that pathetic? 












Sunday, November 22, 2009

Doing Trading





I am a nice person.
I don't treat jerks like a jerk. I am friendly towards old people. I am good with ladies. 
I am not fashionable in a 'too-much' manner. I am not behaving like a queen, nor even a drag. 
I am still discreet. I don't bite. 
I don't go clubbing. I don't stay up late. I don't cause a scene. I am shy. 
I don't demand nice things. I don't blab. I have my own income, which is more than enough.
Hell yeah, I am smart. I am creative. I swim. I watch movie, any kind of movie. I dont hold your hand in the cinema. 
I am romantic. I write some stuff. But it doesn't define me.

So, I am a nice person, and it ain't a bull-shit. 


Okay, I am still chilidsh. But I'm working on it. That's why I am not looking for Brondong. I am looking for a mature guy, whom I expect to understand. Or even better, to man up and to guide me instead of taking chance or hating me. 

I don't do an*l sex. I am uncut. But if it's mere sex you're looking, I'm not interested either. So, let's behave and get our own way. If you don't wanna be a friend, then I'm not wasting time on a shallow guy like you. 



I am not that athletic. And if you are, then let's hit the gym together. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to pay my membership fee. Don't worry, I'm not wearing a pink shirt saying that you are my boyfriend. I just need a trainer, and it feels better if it's you, not just any random PT.  


I am that tall. But not fat. I don't mind if you're not taller than me. Do you?



I am chinese. I look like one. I'm not planning on getting married, nor adopting any kids. A dog is okay.
And no, I am not a high quality jomblo. I am just an ordinary guy... 

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And suddenly, it feels like a negotiation. It's like a trading. So, I gave up my 'TYPE' a long time ago. Wait, hoping my somebody to be a decent man and fair and honest is not a 'type', isn't it? Why can't people just let it be spontaneous? Or are we AJ destined to be so self-absorbing that everything has to be about us? Or is it just me, who has a low self-esteem that I even would tolerate jerks? Am I being too nice? Am I using too much feeling, thus I'm being a way too touchy-feely? Or is it just my self-defense mechanism?

Above all, is being AJ about image and sex only? Are people using sex to define their relationship? Is sex the only variable that determines it all? Sex and image? Do you see one of the neighbouring blogs? The question is, body or face. Not image or brain. Not attitude or face. I am not judging here. I am not expecting that people would behave. I admit, image is nice, but it is not that important.

So, this is my description. Not interested? Thank you for stopping by. Let's be friend, shall we?