JOE IS DYING

Udah lama gua ngak nulis cerita fiksi.. Tapi, barusan, ditemani dengan sekotak coklat chip cookies, gua masuk ke alam imajinasi dan menuliskan ini: Sax and Scat  |  at latenightrambles.blogspot.com Ini excerpt buat yang pengen digoda (di-tease, maksudnya): "Kau urus saja hatimu, Rez. Aku akan mengurus hatiku sendiri." Itu kata-kata terakhirnya. Tanpa pesan sampai jumpa, tanpa tengokan kebelakang. Ia berjalan keluar dari restoran, rambutnya yang panjang berkibas ke kiri dan kekanan. Reza yakin, Dilla tidak menangis malam itu... (baca lanjutannya) Di check out ya, Guys! Blog ini kan rata-rata isinya kisah-kisah nyata. Ngak seseru kisah-kisah bohongan di blog gua yang satunya lagi, loh. Cocok dibaca buat malam-malam galau nan sendu. Sekalian, dengerin ini: Fin De L'Affaire by Hank Mobley. Lu bakal ke transport deh, ke masa-masa sebelum lu hidup.

Days like these don't come often. I had to resist the lure to romanticize it, but I know I will fail. So, why not push the romanticism envelope even further - further than the truth? Pardon me if the words you're about to read will trigger acidic reactions down under. Last night, I went to my first Indo wedding of someone I actually care for. The groom is a friend from the states, much older than I am, had been in this relationship for a couple years short to a decade. His reception was definitely a romantic's dream: pink-purple lights against white sakura trees, food to feed a few hundred mouths, a full jazz band (4 trumpets, 4 violinists, etc etc). It was simpler than other richies' weddings, but one thing that was most evident from the event: The groom's joy. He was beaming. He was vocal. He was bopping and snapping his fingers, walking to the stage! The sweet but reserved Ko Jul is overjoyed! From the stage he pointed at us, tiny group of Seattle-lites, ...