Showing posts with label fool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fool. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I Just Don't ...


... celebrate April Fool’s Day.

Bukan karena hari ini berawal dari tradisi Yahudi, seperti yang diyakini sepenuh hati oleh seorang teman yang sangat membenci orang-orang Yahudi tapi ternyata bertemu dengan seorang pun saja belum pernah.
Dan bukan juga karena April Fool’s Day seringkali hanya diperingati oleh orang-orang yang tingkat kedewasaannya pantas diragukan, karena ternyata tipu-muslihat yang dibuat seringkali dipikirkan dan dirancang secara matang dan seserius mungkin oleh para pelakunya yang sudah sangat dewasa dan matang dalam kehidupan sehari-hari.

What’s the reason then, you may ask.

Alasannya, adalah karena aku sudah sering mengerjai dan mengolok-olok teman-temanku hampir setiap hari. Tidak perlu menunggu datangnya satu hari khusus dalam setahun untuk bisa ngisengin orang.
Meskipun katanya, para korban April Fool’s Day tidak boleh marah-marah setelah tau kalau dirinya dikerjain. Kalau memang begitu, terus apa dong bedanya dengan para selebriti yang dikerjain Ashton Kutcher dalam acara Punk’d?

Oh well, tapi buatku pribadi, justru karena sering ngerjain teman itulah makanya jadi malas untuk mendedikasikan satu hari ini khusus untuk hal-hal iseng.
Rasanya akan jauh lebih baik dan bermanfaat apabila aku mengisi waktu dengan melanjutkan baca novel Michael Chabon yang jadi 'My Personal Book of April'.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

C'est la Vie

Last Saturday night, two different girls and another guy who don't know each other, asked me out on a ‘date’.

Diane asked me to accompany her on a 'wedding-date', because she doesn't like the curse of the singles' table ever happen to her. She even insisted on lending her ex-husband's designer's suit when I told her I have nothing decent and classy enough to wear for a wedding ceremony that is going to be celebrities-studded and full of A+ guests in such a plush place.

Simone asked me to escort her on her friend's birthday party in a hip nightclub which will be followed by “only God knows what”.

Chip told me that he's up to whatever things that will please me and make me happy and enjoy the long night as long as I keep him in my company.

Three generous offers.

Which one I decided to go to and who were the less-lucky persons that I gave "NO" as an answer?

Apparently, no one.

Turned them all down by saying that I already made a promise a couple of weeks ago with an old-time friend.

In which, technically, I lied.

The situation was that I asked a girl-friend out for a midnight show of a highly-anticipated action movie but she failed to respond my offer, by not returning my calls nor replied my text messages. Later I found out that she was out of town since Thursday evening for a family-related matter.

Such irony.

By refusing the three offers – and since I don't want to make a fool out of myself by telling any of them three that I decided to change my mind and go with his/her offer instead – the only choice that was left for me to choose from (well, it was actually not an option then) was the least I expected to do over a Saturday night, that was to accompany Eric watching his most favorite TV show, Kontes Dangdut TPI.

Euw...!




- This writing was originally posted on June 22nd, 2005 -

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

What ?! Who?! Me?! Jealous?! Huh?!?

Last weekend, while I and some close friends were hanging out sipping lattes at our favorite café, Bradley – whom I oftenly refer to as Gorgeous Bee – told me a surprising juicy gossip about this certain woman.

The freakishly mad woman, I should say.

He said she told him that I am jealous of her intimacy towards Delon Thamrin and Evan Sanders.

Oh My Goodness!
I’m jealous of who … ?!?!

Ha! Ha! Ha!
That was the most stupid gossip about me I have ever heard. So far.

I knew that she knew them since they were nobody (or so she said).
And yes, I also knew that she was there when they finally made it to stardom (again, so she said).

But witnessing her dangling around those two pretty boys when they already have so many people, especially pretty chicks, orbiting around them, moreover when she acted like one of those groupies, with eyes glimmered with hope that any of those two guys would pay any special attention to her, really made me sick.

Because to me, by acting like that she made herself looked very pathetic.
She made a fool out of herself. And out of me ...

Because she asked me to accompany her to those occasions when we met both guys, and considering that that was the least a good friend can do, I agreed.
But to see her lour herself as one of those groupies, really turned things worse.

I thought, “You can do that whenever, wherever, and in any which way you like, woman. But one thing for certain, you were not supposed to do that while you’re with me.”

And then after the said incidents, I told her that.
But I didn’t tell her that seeing her acting like that made me feel really sorry for her.
Because to me, and perhaps also to others, that made her look ridiculous silly.
And I just don't want to fall pity for her.

Because I know if I played honesty to her, by telling her the real reason, it would hurt her more.
Like she usually accused me of.
Like she had always believed I did those certain things in purpose.

Girl, how can you be so stupid?

Because if you read this now, you would find honesty in such a way I believe it will hurt your feeling even more.

I will tell you here and now and just for this once, so please pay attention closely:
I never feel jealous of you and your ‘so-called-intimate-relations’ with that out-of-tune Delon, or that overtly-self-conscious Evan, or even to our mutual friend, Gorgeous Bradley, whom told me this thing about you which gave the idea to this writing.

Never. Feel. Jealous.

Not yesteryear.
Not yesterday.
Not now.
Not tomorrow.
Not even in a million years.

I just hope – after reading this writing – you would stop make a fool out of yourself.




{ Original article of What?! Who?! Me?! Jealous?! Huh?!? was originally posted online in my now defunct Friendster’s blog under the title of Who?! Me?! Jealous?! Huh?! on March 14th, 2006, as a second part of The Anti-Malicious Girl Campaign 2006 }