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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Sweet ends when bitter starts

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I was scrolling my path timeline while lying sick in my bed. Last updates said 'lots of chocolate, lots of chocolate'. Christmas chocolate and new year chocolate. I ate like nonstop! Munching while working. Happy end year!

But, love too much will hurt much too. As soon as 2015 begins, i got sore throat. Thought it was mediocre i ignore it. Ate everything i want. Turn out, it was tonsillitis and while yesterday i had ate much, for this last seven days, i barely eating.

It's awfull. How it's hard to shallow even only pure water, and my tounge got stomatitis all over its edge. I ve been crying a lot. Said 'why me, god? what ve i done? please stop this. forgive me. what sins got this pay off?'

I went to three different doctor. Mum treat me like baby. I couldnt eat save for porridge. I hate porridge, and now it's the only thing i could eat.

My mind wandering. My tounge, did i use it to hurt people with my words? Oh yes. I love mocking people, show them what a funny person they are. And my diet, maybe because i often had leftover. Never care if i finish my food or not, if i dont like it, then i wont finish it. If im too sad to eat, then i wont finish it.

Is that why i pay those attitude this way? On a late night, when i tired crying, i put word in my arm: patience. I never have that, seems god wants me to learn it. Oh god, my time is limited, patience is luxury.

So be it, you ve start your new year with fireworks, i started it with drugs work. Cant wait to get well, to back to fucking living, to earn fucking money -to living, (crap i swear again, hope my thumb will be okay).

Im sick being sick. And honey, how we never be grateful for something we have until it's taken away? Oh god, it's a long day in bed. Im bored.

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