Apa Kabar, Bo?

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  Apa kabar, Bo? Kemarin saya ke Gramedia. Sanctuary saya pas jaman SD. Dulu waktu Hero Swalayan masih ada di Gatot Subroto. Biasanya saya ke sana setelah ngumpulin duit jajan seminggu dan bisa buat beli komik. Ngga seperti sekarang, dulu banyak komik yang sampul plastiknya terbuka, jadi saya puas-puasin baca sebelum akhirnya beli cuma satu.  Jaman itu majalah Bobo tidak setipis sekarang. Apalagi pas edisi khusus, tebalnya bisa ngalahin kamus. Hahaha, bercanda ya, Bo. Bobo benar-benar teman bermain dan belajar saya, ada beberapa dongeng dunia yang sampai detik ini saya masih ingat. Ada juga dongeng lokal yang jadi favorit saya. Mungkin penulis Bobo sudah lupa, ada sebuah cerpen, yang memuat cerita ibu petani yang asik bekerja hingga anaknya kelaparan. Saya ingat ada syairnya: tingting gelinting, perutku sudah genting, kelaparan mau makan. Saya kemudian meniru syair tersebut dan dimarahin Mama. Beliau bilang, ngga pantas didenger orang. Oh ya, Bo. Mama adalah orang yang berjasa...
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Plan Your Own Funeral

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Have you ever visualize your own wedding party? With gown, flower bucket and maids. When all your friends gather and talk about how lucky you are, how pretty you are in your dress, how lovely your spouse and how fairy your party. Have you? Well, I have.

I also happened envision my funeral. Weird? maybe. But once I read, the day of someone's death exceeds the value of the day of his birth. Because, people dont really know us when we born. Different story when we are dead. Since we ve been living through our life, met people, do something bad and good. Tell lies, being lied, loving and being loved. Until the day we have to say goodbye to mortal life.

 So I wondering, who will be at my funeral? I dont have much close friends, even the closest one dont really know me. I dont text my friend so often. I kept secret. And right now, I live a quite solitaire life (from my friends). So how can they know if I die? No, there is no family member feel close enough with my friends to have their phone number.

 If i die, what will people talking about me at my funeral? How are they remember me? Would they talk about how moody I was, how cynical I was, how they are being hurted by my words? I know I'm not a happy person at first. But I still sure I am a good friend.

 And my biggest question, what will happen with my sites and social media? I know some account which still producing tweets, even the real owner was dead. Their spouse running it for reminisce them. Well, I dont know, maybe I'll share my password with he I shared my life. But can anyone poduce sarcastic tweets like mine?

 At the end will you remember me?

"And remember, my sentimental friend, that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others." Frank L. Baum.