Stories from a Bambusbaer

  Ingredients: Sliced beef Onion Garlic Sweet soya sauce Oyster sauce Salt Pepper Flavoring How to make it: stir fry the chopped onion and garlic until it has a delicious smell Add sliced beef Add sweet soya sauce, oyster sauce, salt, pepper, and flavoring Stir it, taste it, and add the seasoning until you think it tastes delicious What other things to prepare before dinner: Make sure the white rice is cooked perfectly Making a big bowl of vegetable salad with sesame flavor Setting the table for two Pouring two glasses of cheap red wine won’t hurt for dinner on one working day Preparing two servings of chocolate mousse from the supermarket as the dessert What I would think during the cooking process: The smile on your face when you come home and you find all those warm food on the table The expression you will have: mouth filled with food while saying that this is the best food you have ever tasted The way we will clink our glasses when we enjoy our half-dry red wine while gazing a...

  Suatu pagi, ketika sedang ngantuk-ngantuknya, iba-tiba jadi terasa segar karena beberapa pesan masuk “Eh, liat deh postingan si X, Y, dan Z di social media.”. Aku yang pecinta kerusuhan ini, tentu saja langsung menyempatkan diri untuk melihat postingan yang dimaksud. Pikiran pertama yang terlintas saat melihat postingan orang adalah “Oh, bagus ya.” Lalu aku mulai membaca penjelasan dari postingan itu (baca: caption). Pikiran yang kedua yang terlintas adalah “Oh, lagi ada masalah ya.” Udah beberapa tahun ini, aku mencurahkan banyak waktuku di media social, entah untuk posting-posting aja, pamer pencapaian meskipun kecil, ngobrol dengan temenku, dan kirim video lucu sama temen, kepoin orang yang menurut aku menarik, atau cari info-info yang menurutku bermanfaat. Semua hal yang aku lakukan di social media adalah untuk mencari hiburan dan bersosialisasi virtual - yah kecuali bagian mulai kepoin para mantan yang sudah pada bahagia dengan kehidupan masing-masingnya. Aku juga kok. Bahag...

Belakangan ini sering banget liat komen orang-orang ketika ada teman/ kerabat/ saudara/ influencer/ orang yang gak mereka kenal ketika pergi liburan atau melakukan berbagai aktivitas. Biasanya ada kata-kata,   “Orang yang bener-bener happy tuh biasanya gak posting-posting. Mereka enjoy the moment.” “Orang yang bahagia itu gak perlu validasi dari orang lain.” “Yang bener ini ya kayak si A, kemana-mana gak perlu lah di pamerin. Diem-diem aja gausah norak.” Familiar kah dengan komen seperti itu? emm… Dear netizen yang maha benar dengan segala kejulidannya, apakah kalian tau kalau “orang yang benar-benar happy dengan hidupnya juga tidak akan sibuk mengurusi orang lain seperti yang kalian-kalian lakukan?” Standard kebahagiaan orang kan beda-beda ya.   Ada orang yang emang demen foto-foto atau ngerekam video random, dan seneng untuk posting itu. Seperti aku. Ada orang yang kalau ketemu hal lucu, rasanya ingin ngasih tau ke orang lain juga supaya kita sama-sama ketawa. Seperti aku. A...

The way she lit the cigarette, inhaled it and then blew the smoke caught my eyes completely. I know she is hot, but this one is way too much and feels burning in my face. Maybe it’s just the side effect of alcohol, but I just like how I feel towards her. She has caught my interest since our first meeting. My first impression about her was too talkative and her energy was too much to handle. I still remember her oversized fur jacket with some bunny ears on its hoodie. I remember she was there talking with someone that I was supposed to have a meeting with. She was so loud, laughing too hard, almost too happy. We shook hands. She asked my name, I told her, and then ten minutes later she forgot. She asked me again while grinning like a child. I don't like someone who forgets names so easily, it means that they don't have respect or even interest in the other person. But the way she asked, made me consider that she was just the kind of forgetful person.  Well, I didn't put so m...

"Some song lyrics hit differently when you are older."  It's not simple to say Most days I don't recognize me That these shoes and this apron That place and its patrons Have taken more than I gave them It's not easy to know I'm not anything like I used to be Although it's true I was never attention's sweet center I still remember that girl She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine It's not what I asked for Sometimes life Just slips in through a backdoor And carves out a person Who makes you believe it's all true And now I've got you You're not what I asked for If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back for A chance to start over And rewrite an ending or two For the girl that I knew Who'll...