Drama Mesin Cuci

A: Halo…

B: Salah sambung, pak!

A: Apa sih, bu? Orang saya belum ngomong apa-apa kok udah salah sambung aja…

B: Iya, ini kan bukan telepon. Ini mesin cuci. Mau nyuci pak?

A: Jangan panggil saya pak. Saya bukan opak.

B: Yaudah, kamu saya siram yah?

Langsung saja orang pertama disiram oleh orang kedua disaksikan oleh pihak berwajib dan warga sekitar yang kebetulan sedang bekerja bakti.

A: Ini apa sih, kenapa saya disiram secara tiba-tiba? Saya mau kamu laporin ke satpam? Hah.. kok kebalik? Satpam mau kamu saya laporin? Hah.. au ah capek!

B: Saya cuma mau membuktikan kalau kamu bukan opak ataupun sejenis keluarga kerupuk lainnya yang apabila disiram akan mengeluarkan suara mendesis dan melembek secara perlahan dan pasti. Tapi semua itu mungkin salahku atau aku yang terlalu curiga padamu. Aku tak tahu tapi sepertinya aku yakin dalam lubuk hatimu yang terdalam aku pernah menjadi bagian dari hidupmu walaupun cuma sebentar.

A: Mungkin sekarang aku sudah lupa mengapa aku begini karena terdistraksi hal-hal baru yang aku ketahui tapi kau tidak? Apa itu benar?

B: Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….

Perlahan tapi belum pasti, oknum kedua mendesis dan melembek seperti ciri-ciri yang pernah ia sebutkan sebelumnya.

A: Kenapa jadi kau yang mendesis dan melembek? Aku seperti kebingungan menghadapi situasi ini padahal kamu bukan siapa-siapa. Bolehkah aku pergi untuk tidak peduli dan sejenak membeli rokok walaupun itu membunuhku?

B: Karena aku adalah sejenis keluarga kerupuk, sedikit air yang kusiram tadi terpercik ke tubuhku dan hal ini membuatku demikian. Aku menyirammu untuk pembuktian kedua apakah kamu sama sepertiku atau tidak. Ternyata kita beda dan kau lebih memilih untuk membunuh dirimu sendiri daripada orang lain.

A: Apa kamu sudah selesai dengan kelakarmu yang membuat kupingku mendengar apa yang tidak ingin ku dengar? Selamat tinggal. Aku akan tutup telepon ini dan aku janji aku akan bertingkah seolah-olah tidak terjadi apa-apa. Grek!! (Ceritanya suara telepon ditutup)

B: Tuh kan, aku bilang juga apa. Kamu bahkan melupakan sesuatu yang kubilang. Walaupun itu sepele buatmu, tapi itu fatal buatku.

A: Apa itu?

B: Ini bukan telepon. Ini mesin cuci.

Run and away

I never knew what home is until I built one. Right in front of my parent’s house, not technically built, but I made ‘a home’ out of secondhand recyclable junks and some real good friends. I founded a so-called coffee shop since August last year that now I called ‘a home’.

I worked hard every night and day to bought piece by piece of dream that I’ve always wanted. A place that I could feel like home whenever I feel lost. It’s a real thing when I put my heart and mind into it. It’s not an imaginary when I invest all my energy into it.

And of course, it’s a bit harsh when people talked shit behind it.

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How you feelin’ today?

Dear you,

I hope you’re still shining, like that nickname that you’ve always wanted, Sunny.

I laughed my ass hard thinking about that while wiping some shits that teared down my cheek. Oh, you’re always be an irony. A contradiction that everyone talked about. A topic that everyone love and hate at the same time. Forget the hate, we can’t please everybody, can we?

You know that Monday nights when we went to our favorite place till’ midnight? God forbids and knows that I miss our time there so much. Or that Sunday afternoon when we walked together and laughed at everything life threw us. Or that Thursday nights when we randomly met at ‘that’ place getting to know each other ‘friend’. And those countless Friday & Saturday nights when we were to desperate to socialize until one of us texted each other with same template: “dmn u?”

Been almost a month since that clouds hide your shine. Darken this very city that we’ve been together almost every day since last year. You know what’s hurt the most? The fact that being left by you is actually harder than I thought. I just can’t. We just can’t.

You know, I deeply am thanking you very much to make my days brighter than ever. To made my home more ‘homey’ than it were. To gathered our good ol’ friends with similar minds and make something new out of your crazy mind. To remind me every little ‘touchy’ things that an INTJ like me never thought before. Dude, you’re like my sidekick. A sidekick that changed me a lot better.

I just wanna know that you’re still there for me every day. Or vice versa. And because of you, I pray, pray, pray, and pray harder for these cloudy season to end soon so you could come back and shine.

So, tell me, how you feelin’ today?

Elon Musk’s First Wife On What It Takes To Become A Billionaire

You’re determined. So what? You haven’t been racing naked through shark-infested waters yet,” she writes. “Will you be just as determined when you wash up on some deserted island, disoriented and bloody and ragged and beaten and staring into the horizon with no sign of rescue? Shift your focus away from what you want (a billion dollars) and get deeply, intensely curious about what the world wants and needs. Ask yourself what you have the potential to offer that is so unique and compelling and helpful that no computer could replace you, no one could outsource you, no one could steal your product and make it better and then club you into oblivion (not literally). Then develop that potential. Choose one thing and become a master of it. Choose a second thing and become a master of that. When you become a master of two worlds (say, engineering and business), you can bring them together in a way that will 

a) introduce hot ideas to each other, so they can have idea sex and make idea babies that no one has seen before and 

b) create a competitive advantage because you can move between worlds, speak both languages, connect the tribes, mash the elements to spark fresh creative insight until you wake up with the epiphany that changes your life.

The world doesn’t throw a billion dollars at a person because the person wants it or works so hard they feel they deserve it. (The world does not care what you want or deserve.) The world gives you money in exchange for something it perceives to be of equal or greater value: something that transforms an aspect of the culture, reworks a familiar story or introduces a new one, alters the way people think about the category and make use of it in daily life. There is no roadmap, no blueprint for this; a lot of people will give you a lot of advice, and most of it will be bad, and a lot of it will be good and sound but you’ll have to figure out how it doesn’t apply to you because you’re coming from an unexpected angle. And you’ll be doing it alone, until you develop the charisma and credibility to attract the talent you need to come with you. Have courage. (You will need it.)

And good luck. (You’ll need that too.)

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Choose life.

Choose life. Choose a job.
Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact-disc players,
and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose D.I. Y. and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting, watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it, pissing your last in a miserable home.
An embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

Choose life.
Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and hope that someone, somewhere cares.
Choose looking up old flames, wishing you’d done it all differently.
And choose watching history repeat itself.
Choose your future.
Choose reality TV, slut shaming, revenge porn.
Choose a zero hour contract, a two hour journey to work.
And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s kitchen.

And then, take a deep breath.
You’re an addict, so be addicted. Just be addicted to something else.
Choose the ones you love.
Choose your future.

Choose life.

Mark Trenton

Send Me Your Location

It was a quiet Sunday. I decided to meet someone I barely knew.

I got off a train to the city and pulled out my phone in the middle of light rain. He sent me his location. Deep inside I was a bit anxious, meeting someone I’ve never met before. I found him in a corner of street coffee shop. He was staring at his laptop and I stood in front of his table for a moment, making sure that was him. He raised his chin and smiled at me. I pulled out my hand as he immediately shook mine. I sat down after I ordered a cup of joe. I lit my cigarettes and the small talks began while he was still doing his script works until he decided to close the laptop then asked me in the eye where I wanted to go.

We eventually went somewhere we’ve never been, for the sake of curiosity and an escapee before start a new week.

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How good things possible with me being bad

I know, I know. I’ve been bad lately. 

I wanted this and that. I ignored texts from people I don’t really care about. I forgot to say hello to people I don’t really see often until I need their help. I cancelled plans. I broke promises. I even forgot to say thanks to some people that helped me out. I often left my prayers until I get back home and regret it so much I left it over and over again. I spent money impulsively on unimportant and silly things from the internet. I’ve a lot of pending works and I just can’t multitask. I procastinated on priorities. I talked behind people’s back. I bluffed. I only socialized with clients I wanted to take advantage of. I didn’t accept the rules. I avoid the roads of truth and what my religion used to tell me. I said things differently than it should be. I concentrated on little things that I should’ve been delegate. I’ve been boozing almost 4 times every week. I realized that I turned into someone I loathe. And I lied, a lot.

I’m starting to think, am I not being myself? or is this the real me? 

How can I find the good things in life without being a good human? Is God still want to hear me? How can I start all over again? How do I find someone to take me back to right way? 

How do things even possible the way I want it to?

Salvia Divinorum

Your mind become limitless, you know exactly what’s in for you in the near future, you’ll become unstoppable yet reach your peace of mind and undistracted with anything in front of you except your truly goal at the moment.

The downside is you couldn’t stop it easily, you’ll get super exhausted by the end of the day, and you can absorb all information from the tiniest movement of your body. After you finished your goal, you’ll be information overload and suddenly care about the world, people, and even the stupidest politics that happening around you.

Eventually, you’ll sleep better at night and forget everything that happened like you skip the time before.

Will Us?

I dreamed about us on a day nap. 

You were slightly different, more like a sagittarian rather than an aquarian. You were warmer, friendlier, and we were chillin’ at a roadside cafe on an island. Everything was perfectly I wanted it to be. 

And then something came up, someone from my dark times remind me who I used to be. Something sinful that I regret but kept doing it.

But you stay eventually. You hold my hand and tell me that everything will be okay. You accepted the way I am, and the way I used to be. Although you never say the word on that dream, your little actions tell me everything. 

I woke up with an overwhelmed feeling and wondering, would it be real? 

Will us be there?

Business Ecosystem

What exactly is a ‘Business Ecosystem’?

The network of organizations – including suppliers, distributors, customers, competitors, government agencies and so on – involved in the delivery of a specific product or service through both competition and cooperation. The idea is that each business in the “ecosystem” affects and is affected by the others, creating a constantly evolving relationship in which each business must be flexible and adaptable in order to survive, as in a biological ecosystem.

The concept first appeared in Moore’s May/June 1993 Harvard Business Review article, titled “Predators and Prey: A New Ecology of Competition”, and won the McKinsey Award for article of the year.

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The Only Friends Are Right Under Your Nose

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She still remembers that day. The day when all hopes were turned into ashes. The last yet most beautiful dusk than she could ever imagined in her youth. Fact that she will lost all her freedom by marrying someone she didn’t love, was the only reason that she would become self-destructive. Even until the pain was all gone and she began to accept her fate.

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