Monday, September 24, 2012

What's Wrong With Being Obsessed?

What's wrong with being obsessed? What's wrong about taking some things personal that you would dedicate most of your waking hours for it? What's wrong with making something your baby, something that you'd print your name on, something that you think would better others and is worthy enough to leave behind?
Find what you love and go after it. Relentlessly.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Pembicaraan di telpon

Ponakanku nelpon:

Aku : Halo
Isya : Ini siapa?

Lho?

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Ayo Bobo, Yah

Percakapan di malam hari.

Ravi: Ayah
Aku: Iya
Ravi: Ayo Bobo. Mama dah bobo.
Aku: Iya, bentar.  Ayah masih ada kerjaan.
Ravi: Bu Mimi aja udah bobo.
Aku: (dalam hati) Bu Mimi? Itu kan gurumu tahun lalu?
Ravi: Semua orang sudah bobo.
Aku: (dalam hati) He?  Semua orang?  Kayanya kebalik deh yang ngomong,  Nak.
Ravi: Ayah,  ayo.

*Menggeret diri dengan malas.  Heran,  masih kecil diomelin orangtua, udah tua diomelin anak. Kapan giliran gua ya?

Ini lagu lullaby untuk Ravi, baru ngeh kalau ternyata waktu itu udah bener dia nebak lagu Twinkle Twinkle.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Small Talk

We were relaxing. He was tired after playing a round of educational apps on his iPad,  I was taking an off day.
I was imagining my day tomorrow,  he was flexing.  Maybe he was,  I didn't notice, but I heard him say,
"Is that a new aircon? "
I was caught off guard. " What? "
" Is it new?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Then he went on and played some more apps.
I was still stunned. Did my boy just made a small talk with me?

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Nightmare

A father's instinct is to protect you from any harm,  scratch that, anything in this world. That's because you to him is good,  while the rest of the world is bad. That's his first instinct.
So there's no surprise when he acts accordingly. There's no school good enough for you,  no food good enough, and so on and so on.
So you might say, that's why nothing you do is ever good enough to him. No jobs is enough, no money is enough, he's always going to be worried about you. It sucks, doesn't it?It's no picnic for him either.
You know when he feels most helpless? When you have a nightmare. He's stuck there, holding you while you're crying, don't know why you're crying and how to make it go away.
It sucks. That feeling sucks. I don't even wish such feeling to my worst enemies.