Loving What We Own

A couple weeks ago, my brother Izi went home from Singapore. He and his girlfriend invited me to have lunch together. It was almost half past three and I remembered I'd had an appointment before, but I didn't want to miss chance to have lunch together with my brother so I called my friend to come over as soon as I arrived at the restaurant. I thought it'd be great if I could meet my friend and have lunch with my brother and his girlfriend at the same place and the same time.

But it was 4p.m and we all had finished our lunch. My friend did not come yet. I was a bit annoyed so I texted her but I got no reply. I tried to call her repeatedly but she did not answer. Izi started getting tired and I did not know what to do. "Shame on me! I make my brother tired by waiting for my friend whom I don't even know where she is right now", I thought. I reached the climax of the annoyance when she finally texted me to tell that she was at another place. I was furious that I threw my phone. Izi saw it and immediately scolded me.

"What the hell are you doing? Throwing phone will not solve your problem! If you think that throwing your phone will make her suddenly show up here, you're totally wrong! Don't you ever think how hard mommy has worked to buy you this phone?" Izi scolded me.

Then I got annoyed by him. There was a silent for a moment until Izi's girlfriend suggested us leaving the restaurant. I didn't want to talk with Izi so I walked slowly behind Izi and his girlfriend. As an elder brother, Izi finally asked me once again about my friend and he suggested me calling her one more time. He gave me a choice, call her back again twice and let her answer the call, otherwise I could go home. I finally decided not to call her back. I really was over it.

But now I remember how Izi felt that I was so idiot. Wasting things I own, and how I did not appreciate things my mom has given me. Izi was right, throwing phone would not make her suddenly show up. Now I have to try to love and appreciate what I own well. I'll try not to throw my phone when I'm angry. I should remember how hard mom has worked to buy a phone for me. Izi has reminded me not to be idiot, and I should not disappoint him by being idiot anymore. Not in a single chance I can disappoint him.

Oblivion

It was a cold Friday afternoon in autumn. I walked quickly to my residential tower. The shopping bag I carried with my right hand felt so heavy. I just needed a table to put the bag on it. 

“Welcome back, Mike,” said Ms. Luna, the receptionist.
“Oh, hi! It’s a freezing autumn, isn’t it?” I said.
“Yes. I cannot stand staying outside in this season. Else, I have to take care of myself since I easily get a cold,” she replied.
“Well, take care of yourself then,” I suggested.
“Thanks,” she thanked. “Oh, by the way, our security guard found your penthouse unlocked. The door was left open but fortunately nothing happened.” 

Suddenly the lift was open, and then two men walked toward me. They were the security guards in this residential tower. 

“Michael Huang, we’ve told you many times to ensure that you’ve locked your penthouse before leaving! Can you imagine if a stranger enters your penthouse and steals something?” Mr. Evans scolded me.
“I really am sorry but I think I’ve locked the door before leaving,” I said.
“You must have forgotten to lock it again. It’s been a couple times,” Mr. Rajiv said.
“Okay. Here is your key. Please, make sure that you always lock your penthouse before leaving and after entering your penthouse. This is for your goodness.” Mr. Evans added while giving me my penthouse key.
“Thanks, and I really am sorry for inconvenience I caused,” I apologized.
“It’s okay. By the way, where’s Levi?” Ms. Luna asked.
“I don’t know. He’s not home yet. He must be at school,” I answered. “Else, I don’t want to talk about him.”
“You must have quarreled with him again,” Ms. Luna said. I nodded and she sighed.
“But he’s just eleven years old and you’re fifteen. You must have grown up, right? Mike, you have to take care of your little brother while your parents are away,” Ms. Luna advised me.
“But he started it first! He called me “Old Mike” because he thought that I’m careless and forgetful,” I explained the case.
“Alright, now you have to apologize to Levi and explain him that you hate the way he calls you. He’s a nice boy so he will confess his fault,” Ms. Luna said. 

After saying thanks and apologizing one more time, I immediately ran to lift and went up to 15^th floor. As I arrived home, I remembered what Ms. Luna had said to me. Begging Levi’s pardon? It sounded stupid! I looked at the clock on the wall. It showed 5p.m, and it means that I had to prepare dinner for Levi and myself. He didn’t come home yet. I wondered where he was. The school ended at 3p.m so he must have been home now. Ah, why should I care about him? I’d better cook something. As I prepared the utensils, I enjoyed the sunset view from the window. Amber stratocumulus decorated violet Seattle skyline. The view was so incredible. My cell phone suddenly rang when I was slicing the mushroom, and I accidentally cut my finger.

“Damn! It hurts!” I screamed and grinned. “Uh, where’s my phone?”

I looked for my cell phone. It was on the piano. I immediately answered the phone call. The phone call came from Ryu, my cousin. 

“Hello, Michael’s speaking,” I said.
“Mike, it’s me, Ryu. Would you like to come to my apartment? I want to show you something. Esther will come, too,” Ryu said.
“Wow, what’s that?! A new game?” I asked.
“Errr, yeah. Mind to come before seven? I’ll go on 7p.m since I have to buy some science books.” He said.
“Alright, I’m going now. I’ll be there within minutes,” I agreed. 

I ended the phone call and quickly ran to my bedroom. After changing my clothes, I wore my jacket and left my penthouse. At lobby, Ms. Luna greeted me again. 

“Mike, where are you going?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m going to Ryu’s apartment. Why?” I answered.
“No. Actually, I’ve just realized that I haven’t seen Levi these last three days. Where is he? He didn’t run away, did he?” Ms. Luna asked.
“Really? Probably he’s still at school,” I answered. “Or probably you just didn’t see him.”
“Well, I hope I just didn’t see him although this seems weird for me,” she hoped.
“Okay, I think I have to go. Bye!” I said and waved my hand. 

I ran through the blocks to Ryu’s apartment tower so it wouldn’t take a long time. When I arrived at Ryu’s apartment tower, Esther was waiting in the lobby. 

“You’re sweaty. Are you running here?” she asked. I nodded.
“Okay, I’ll let you relax for a while I’m enjoying my tea,” she said.
“Why don’t we just go to Ryu’s apartment?” I asked.
“You have to relax yourself first. Chill out,” she answered. 

Esther suddenly grabbed my hand and I was very surprised. 

“How could it happen? What did you do?” she cried in panic.
“I, I don’t know… What happened with my hand?” I asked.
“Your finger’s bleeding!” she yelled. “We have to treat the wound now before it worsens!”

We quickly went to Ryu’s apartment. Ryu was playing game when we came. I ran toward him and patted his shoulder hard. 

“Hey, bro! Is this your new game?” I asked.
“Yup! Street Fighter 3, “Third Strike”. My dad bought it for me yesterday,” he answered. “Do you want to try?”
“Definitely!” I yelled.
“His finger is bleeding, Ryu. Do you have any band-aids?” Esther asked.
“What? Hey, why don’t you tell me that your finger is bleeding? What happened?” Ryu asked me and became panic.
“I don’t know. Perhaps, it just bleeds,” I answered. 

Esther came and gave me a band-aid and wet tissues. 

“Clean the wound first and then band your finger,” she said. “I have to do something in the kitchen.”

I got confused using the band-aid after cleaning my wound. I wondered how to use it. 

“Mike, what are you doing?!” Ryu yelled at me and came over.
“This is weird. I, I don’t know how to use this...” I said.
“How come you forget using it? Here, I’ll help you. Open the transparent sticker from the plaster first, and then stick the plaster to your wound,” Ryu said while helping me. “Now, it’s done. Let’s play the game!”

Ryu gave me another joystick and played the game with me. The game was so cool, with great visual graphic that successfully amazed me. After playing game for several rounds, Esther called out Ryu. 

“May I talk with Ryu for a while? I hope you’ve finished playing the game,” Esther said.
“Yeah! We already finish another round. Mike, if you want to play again, just play, okay?” Ryu said. 

Ryu and Esther walked to dining room. I peeked what they did from living room. They seemed to be talking about something very serious. 

“Let him now by himself! He will know about it one day!” Ryu forced.
“No! We have to tell him about it! You’re his cousin! How can you not tell him?! His parents are away and we haven’t seen Levi these days!” Esther argued. 

Why were they talking about me? I came over to know what happened. 

“Is there something wrong with me?” I asked. Both Esther and Ryu felt silent.
“You guys are talking about me, right?” I interrogated.
“Michael, we have to talk with you about something. Take a seat please,” Esther said. I sat on a dining chair, between Esther and Ryu.
“Mike, there’s something we have to tell you. I really am sorry to say this but you have to see this,” Ryu said and handed me an envelope. I grabbed something from the envelope. It was a print of X-ray computer tomography.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Do you remember the accident you had three months ago? They had your head CT-scanned and we got the result a week ago. My parents wanted to give it directly to your parents but since your parents have been away for months, so they kept it,” Ryu said.
“What’s wrong with me then?” I asked.
“You must have had a very hard collision that leaded you to a brain-damage. The damage has caused several disorders that might result on…”
“So do you think that I’m mentally disorder, aren’t you?!” I cut Ryu’s explanation.
“Mike, you just don’t understand. We’re explaining you…”
“It’s enough for me! I really am fed up of these all! Why do you guys want to make me depressed? What do you mean by showing me this crappy scan shot?!” I snapped Ryu and Esther.
“We just want you to know about yourself! Mike, that’s why you easily forget things, even simple things you used to know. Sometimes you cannot control your emotion that leads to an extremely furious rage,” Esther said.
“And I’ve talked with my parents about this. We’re trying the best to make your condition better. You’ll be in a special medication and…”
“But I am not insane!!” I screamed at Ryu. 

Reflexively I pushed Ryu until he fell from his chair. His head hit the floor hard that he couldn’t get up. I took a glass on the dining table, about to hit him. 

“Michael Huang, please do not do that!” Esther tried to stop me.
“Mike, please! I just want to help you! I didn’t mean to…”

It was too late. I had hit Ryu’s head before Ryu finished his words. Esther screamed as Ryu fell unconscious. His head bleed violently. I suddenly realized what I had done to my cousin. 

“O God… No, this cannot happen,” I whispered regretfully.
“What have you done!!?” Esther cried hysterically.
“No, no way this can happen!” I said with disbelief and left Ryu’s apartment. 

I left Ryu’s apartment tower and quickly ran to the park. Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I did it to my cousin! I made him violently hurt. I sat on a bench and I felt my head so dizzy. It wasn’t a common headache. My head felt dizzier and dizzier, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. 

“Michael! Where are you?” shouted someone.
“I am here!” I shouted as loud as I could. It was Esther coming over me.
“Michael, are you alright?” she asked and hugged me.
“Esther, what’s happening? What’s wrong with me?” I asked.
“Michael, I really am sorry to say this. You’re suffering from Dementia. It’s caused you to forget things, lose some memories and control of your emotion,” Esther explained and cried.
“Am I… Am I going to die?” I asked again but she didn’t say anything.
“Esther, please tell me. Am I going to die?” I insisted. Esther wiped her tears and smiled.
“You’re going to live long. You’re a strong person. You can make it through,” she said. “Well, I’m going to tell Levi that you’re with me now. I hope he won’t worry about you. We’ve taken Ryu to the hospital so you don’t need to worry about him.” 

Levi? Suddenly I worried about Levi. I wondered where Levi was. And I suddenly remembered what Esther had said at Ryu’s apartment. 

“Sometimes you cannot control your emotion that leads to an extremely furious rage.”

No way! I quickly ran home. Esther shouted at me but I ignored her. As I arrived at the lobby of my residential tower, there were so many people. I saw some police interrogating several people. Ms. Luna was also interrogated by a police. 

“What’s happening?” I asked a police there.
“Are you Michael Huang?” he asked. I nodded.
“I’m sorry to tell you this but your brother was found dead in his bedroom,” the police said.
“No! No way! Levi’s still alive!” I insisted.
“What happened?” Esther asked. I didn’t know that she was here, too.
“Are you his sister?” the police asked.
“I am Michael’s friend. What happened?” Esther answered and re-asked.
“Levi Huang was found dead in his bedroom,” the police answered.
“No! That’s impossible!” Esther cried with disbelief.

The police took Esther and me to my penthouse. As we arrived home, Mr. Rajiv walked toward me.

“We found your penthouse left unlocked, again. When Evans and I checked inside, the television was turned on and you must have forgotten to turn off the stove. There was fire in your kitchen but we quickly extinguished it. I was trying to call you by phone when suddenly Evans called out my name. He told me to come over to see what happened,” Mr. Rajiv explained Esther and me. 

I walked slowly to Levi’s room. I saw Levi was lying dead on the floor. Someone must have stabbed him.  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Blood stained the floor and Levi’s clothes. 

“We’re trying our best to find the suspect. Else, we’d like to express our deepest sympathy of your brother’s death. May he rest in peace,” Mr. Evans added. 

My head felt dizzy again and everything seemed so black, as I recalled something. The flashback appeared in my mind like a lightning. It happened three days ago, on the night Levi called me “Old Mike”.

--

“How could you forget turning off the faucet after using it? I cleaned all the mess when you were away!”
“I did turn it off!”
“No evidence! You let me do all the housework! I cleaned all the mess and cooked meat that was left uncooked!”
“I didn’t cook anything!”
“Why do you keep saying “I didn’t”? Can’t you just confess it?”
“I have nothing to confess! Why are you so annoying?!”
“ How could you forget everything and run away like a jerk, you Old Mike!? You make me much burdened!”
“I am not Old Mike! I really am over your patronizing tone!”

 

I pushed Levi to the wall and hit his head against the wall. Levi screamed very loudly when his head hit the wall so hard. He cried because of the pain. 

“Michael, stop it! You’ve hurt me!” 

I pushed him to the floor so hard. Then I walked to the kitchen and took a knife. Levi was sobbing when I came back to his room. He looked at me fearfully. 

“Michael, what are you doing…”
“I’m going to finish you,”
“No, you cannot do that to me! Mom and dad will be very angry!”
“I don’t care about shits!! You’ve made me very angry! Now, you have to pay what you’ve done!”

 

I pulled Levi’s collar and raised him. He looked very scared and kept begging me. 

“Michael, please release me!”
“Why should I?” I asked.
“Because you’re my brother. Please, you’re not going to do that, are you?”
“Unfortunately, you’re wrong!”

Furiously I stabbed Levi’s stomach. He screamed in pain. I stabbed him several times until I was sure he would no longer breathe. I dropped him to the floor and let him dying there alone. 

“Michael, please help me…” 

But I ignored him. I left him alone. 

--

I looked at Levi’s body. He looked very pale. His eyes stared at me in a sharp sight, while tears made traces on his cheek. What kind of brother I am? Esther screamed and cried hysterically when she saw Levi’s body. She ran toward Levi and hugged him. 

“I really am sorry, Michael,” Mr. Evans said. 

Now I remembered something that I forgot, the death of my little brother. Those people were trying so hard to find the suspect and evidences. Actually, their efforts would be worthless. I was the one they were looking for. I must have had a dark oblivion. I murdered my little brother, and I forgot about it.

Release It

Cause we're better off, separated...

Sepenggal lirik lagu di atas mengingatkan saya sama kejadian beberapa tahun yang lalu, when I was still with someone else. Yah, ketika seorang cowo menyatakan rasa sukanya kepada seorang cewe, lalu menjalin sebuah hubungan, dan tentu saja di tengah-tengah perjalanan mereka selalu ada semacam batu yang bikin kesandung. Tapi batu yang nyandung saya ini bikin saya terseok-seok dan akhirnya nggak bisa melanjutkan perjalanan. Yes, we were separated. 


Batu seperti apa? 


Di awal, semuanya keliatan baik-baik aja. We texted each other, kayak orang pacaran seperti umumnya. Tapi karena saya punya kesibukan yang lebih daripada dia, jadi kita nggak pernah pergi berdua untuk pacaran. Lagipula, saya kan sebisa mungkin hubungi dia dan kirim dia SMS walaupun nggak bisa setiap hari. Apalagi untuk nelpon, nggak bisa setiap hari. Bukannya pelit, tapi kalo ada keadaan urgent dan saya nggak bisa ngeSMS atau nelpon siapapun gara-gara pulsa habis dipake SMS dan telpon dia, that would be very awkward somehow.


Dan dia sepertinya nggak bisa menerima kenyataan bahwa cowonya seperti ini. Ya, cowonya nggak sering kirim dia SMS, apalagi nelpon dia. Cowonya sibuk les dan sekolah sampe sore, sampe nggak bisa jemput ke sekolahnya dan antar dia pulang ke rumahnya. Yah, saya rasa itu bukan kesalahan saya seutuhnya. Saya nggak bisa memaksa juga kalo emang saya sibuk dan, sejujurnya, dia bukan prioritas pertama saya. Tapi tetap, bukan berarti bahwa saya juga akan nge-ignore dia. She was my girl anyway. Semenjak itu, dan karena saya juga udah mulai nggak nyaman dengan protes dia ini itu, hal-hal kecil juga diprotes, akhirnya saya ngerasa risih. Dia juga semakin gencar nyindir saya di social network. Well I didn't really care at that moment. Girls often do that to their boyfriend, so why should I care? Dan, saya nggak pernah dengar atau tahu ada hukum yang mengatakan bahwa seorang pacar harus nelpon pacarnya tiap hari, ngasih kabar ini itu tiap hari, jalan-jalan tiap hari, dan bahkan, harus lebih nurut sama pacarnya daripada orangtuanya. Kita dilahirkan sama siapa memangnya? Kalau udah begini, hubungan yang dijalani seolah nggak ada cinta. 


If love is The Bible, then we are lost in sin. Because it's not in our hearts.


Ya. Saya rasa udah nggak ada cinta lagi. Dan untuk memperjuangkan cinta yang *ceritanya* mulai berlari menjauh, saya rasa nggak ada guna lagi. Sikapnya yang seperti itu bikin saya sadar bahwa dia pengen memiliki saya (almost) absolutely. Saya bukan tipe orang yang pacar-oriented. Saya bahkan lebih milih sahabat daripada pacar. Why? Tanpa kehadiran sahabat atau bantuan sahabat, justru saya nggak akan bisa pacaran sama dia. Tanpa dukungan dan pesan yang mereka kasih buat saya, mungkin hubungan ini nggak akan berjalan. Setelah saya sadar itu, akhirnya saya memutuskan buat merenggangkan hubungan saya sama dia dalam bentuk 'sekedar' hubungan terbuka. 


Keesokan harinya, saya dikejutkan sama berita di newsfeed Facebook kalau berita tentang single-nya dia udah merebak. Ngata-ngatain saya lah, bla bla bla, curhat sana sini, dijelek-jelekin, ah cukup. Untung aja saya udah menyadari bahwa cinta itu udah pergi cukup awal, ketika saya bisa melihat indikasi-indikasi hubungan yang 'memaksa' itu. Lagipula, kalau diteruskan semuanya nggak akan baik. Yang ada cuman rasa keterpaksaan dan sense memaksa yang kuat. Berpisah lebih baik. Setidaknya, akan ada kesempatan yang lebih baik untuk menemukan seseorang yang lebih baik. Sekarang saya sudah bersama seseorang yang lebih baik, dan menjalani kehidupan seperti biasanya. I'm fine now.


Cause we're better off, separated...

Merendah, Untuk Meroket?

Litotes. Sebuah majas yang penggunaannya saya rasa nggak asing lagi di kehidupan sehari-hari. Dalam form yang berbeda-beda, kita bisa menebak kalimat tersebut menggunakan majas ini atau tidak. Litotes, majas yang fungsinya untuk menurunkan kualitas sifat atau keadaan sesuatu atau seseorang dari sifat atau keadaan faktualnya. Digunakan biasanya untuk merendah, supaya kesan yang lebih lemah lembut bisa tercapai. Contohnya dalam kalimat kasual:

"Santai aja, walopun duit gue cuman seperak tapi gue mau kok traktir lu pada,"

Seperak dalam kalimat itu nggak berarti duitnya bener-bener satu perak. Ya, mungkin duitnya nggak banyak tapi seengganya cukup buat traktir temen-temennya. Kesan yang dibuat dari kalimat itu jadi terasa lebih nyaman, sehingga si pembicara nggak terkesan mengagungkan hartanya.

But time changes, so do things. Penggunaan litotes sekarang malah jadi ajang buat meroket alias menyombongkan diri. Banyak contoh yang nggak perlu dibahas lagi dan pemakaiannya udah sering digunakan sehari-hari. Beberapa mungkin digunakan dalam konteks bercanda atau gurauan. Tapi gimana kalau konteksnya malah jadi buat 'beneran' meroket? Menurut hemat saya, kalau memang mau meroket ya sekalian aja gunakan kata-kata yang emang apa adanya. Kalau memang sarkastik, ya sarkasme-nya pakai aja jangan tanggung-tanggung. Untuk meroket dengan pernyataan sarkastik aja udah cukup bikin kesal, apalagi pakai litotes. That is very despicable somehow. Dan inilah kenyataannya, litotes udah bukan dipakai untuk menghaluskan atau membuat kesan lebih lembut pada suatu kalimat. Sekarang, litotes udah bisa dipakai buat menyombongkan diri.

"Apaan, aku orang nggak punya,"

Padahal hartanya kebanyakan, sampe garasinya gak cukup buat koleksi mobilnya.

"Aku nggak bisa apa-apa,"

Padahal multi-talented.

Jadi bagaimana seharusnya kita menggunakan majas litotes itu? Dan bagaimana supaya penggunaan majas litotes kita nggak dianggap sebagai 'merendah untuk meroket'? Use it properly. Kalau memang kita punya kelebihan dalam satu atau beberapa hal, maka bersikap transparan aja terhadap kelebihan itu, dengan tetap tidak menyombongkan atau melebih-lebihkan kelebihan yang ada. Kalo memang kita ada kekurangan, ya sudah jangan ditambah pake litotes. Kekurangan yang kita jelaskan pake majas litotes malah bikin kita seolah nyari simpati. Apa adanya saja. Nggak perlu merendah untuk meroket, karena sebuah roket meluncur itu dengan dorongan mesinnya, bukan ditarik dulu ke bawah lalu dipantulkan kayak ketapel.

The Old Man And The Rain

I couldn't remember precisely when did I take this picture but it was taken at Braga street. It was rainy afternoon. I enjoyed coffee time with my brother Izi and our friend, Shady at a cafe. The atmosphere was so soothing that I did not want to leave the place. Else, it still rained so yeah, we got to stay for a while.

Rain stopped gradually and when it became lighter, I walked out and looked around the street. There was an old man riding bicycle toward me. I immediately prepared my camera, set the focus, and (I wished) accurately pressed the shutter button as he passed me by. Got it! I got the picture. The picture looked great and dramatic.

An old man rode his bicycle through the rain, even though the rain was not heavy.

A Stranger Comes, And He Ruins Everything

What the deuce! I think somebody is trying to ruin my family. I don't know what's on his mind but I am pretty sure that shit has fully loaded his mind. So, here I am, grumbling and cursing him to perish away. How can he come into my life and turn good things into bad?

Yesterday, I had free time so I went to nearby mall with my family. My elder sister also joined me. We spent time by having lunch together, buying books, and playing games at arcade. My sister's boyfriend knew about that and guess what, he was so jealous! He behaved extremely weirdly, sent stupid messages to my sister, and made me fed up of him. He said that my sister and I were meant to be. What the hell did he say? I'm her brother and I, of course, cannot marry her! Was he dumb or something? Well in other words, he forbid my sister to go out with other boys, including me, my sister's little brother. It was unbelievable and very irrational that I couldn't stand it anymore and tweeted something sarcastic.

The next day, I checked  my Twitter and he replied my sarcastic tweet. Oh, so he was about to 'murder' me, eh? Not that easy, dude! You do not even belong to my family so who the heck are you to forbid me? You're not my brother, neither my father nor my God. You're just a stranger! I was upset and I sent message to my sister, explaining that I could not stand it anymore. My sister cheered me up and tried to make everything okay. Several hours later, she said that her boyfriend finally understood so the problem was over. Well alright, I wouldn't talk about it anymore with her, but still I could not forget and forgive him, somehow.

And now I do expect him to perish away.

Aromatherapy Bath-Salt

So I was tidying up my bedroom and guess what, what I found this!

Guess what I found! It's a bag of aromatherapy bath-salt. I bought it a year ago at Soaphisticated. Yeah, it should be a very long time ago. I rarely used it due to my daily activities. It still smells good and relaxing, despite the dusty beautiful blue fabric. I forgot the name of smell but it should be rare.

Wondering how to use it? It is not something you can use to scrub your skin. No, it isn't. If you install a bath tub or whirlpool in your bathroom, pour two or three tablespoon of salt into warm water, let it dissolve, and just bathe. Enjoy the smell because the smell is (mostly) relaxing. Soaphisticated sells different fabulous smells of their aromatherapy bath-salt stocks. I've once found a coffee-aroma bath-salt, but I was not very interested so I didn't buy it. They also sell products like goat-milk soap and body scrub. Well I do not know how to use the body scrub, since it's not my thing so I just bought aromatherapy bath-salt.

What makes me interested is, that they pack the salt in a fascinating package. As you can see, they sell the salt, packed inside cute colorful fabrics. So be aware because they do not sell sweets!

Mein Bruder und Mir

So I bet I was (kind of) celebrating my brother's arrival from Singapore. Izi, he unpredictably showed up and made me shout "OMG you're here!". I'm going to skip to the best part. Today, I attended a mini-concert and, yeah, I also performed on the concert. Mein bruder attended the event and watched me with my jiejie and my friends. And you know nothing of him impressed me. I thought there would be something new of him, but he didn't change. Hahaha I saw him as bruder Izi like he used to be.

Izi is the one who sits in my left side, on the picture. He had cut his hair, it looked shorter and I felt a bit weird. As usual, talked about random stupid things but, he spoke English much more fluently. I didn't have difficulty to talk with him in English since he spoke Singaporean English. The topics would never be far from things like musics, stupidities, and he often put rude and slang idioms in his sentences. He did not change, dear spectators.

Well that's all I want to share. Let's say that this post must be short and, it's probably a bit useless. But that's all I want to share. My brother came home from Singapore and he didn't change.

Er ist etwas sengklek und viel kabetrik...

PS:  You might find out the meaning of sengklek and kabetrik in your Sundanese dictionary.

Basketball and Me

Okay, let me count the days since I launched my latest post. Hmm, it must have been a week, or probably a couple days. Then now, I'm thinking what to share. Candies? Chocolates? or DJMAX? Okay, enough. I'm going to tell you a story about me, and basketball.

Hey, I have to tell you from the very start that I am not a basketball player. Yes, I'm not a basketball player. So if you think that I'm a basketball player because I write such a title, you're wrong. I've never really played basketball before. Let's say that I probably have once played basketball, but it wasn't a match or competition. Just trying to shoot the ball and getting the points, well just that. No competition, no regular practice, no team.

I have basketball jerseys. But it doesn't mean that I play basketball. I liked basketball when I was in elementary school. Yeah, I liked it anyway. I preferred basketball to soccer or baseball, and I don't know why I liked it. One day, I heard my jiejie talked about basketball with her friends. Soon I saw a basketball competition and I suddenly felt like I had to buy a basket ball. I didn't have much money at that time so I decided to save money so I could afford a basket ball. It didn't need a long time for me to collect money. I bought it a couple days later. My jiejie's friend taught me how to play basketball well. She showed me how to dribble the ball properly. I started playing by myself. Alone. Shooting the ball, dribbling, I did it alone.

As I grew up, I started being focus on music. I didn't play basketball anymore. Even I didn't do sports, except jogging and swimming. I didn't even understand the rules. I didn't know name of the teams. Talking about basketball, I could only mention these names: Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant. That's all. The ring is too tall for me to reach. The ball sometimes bounces too high so I have to jump higher to get it. My opponents are taller than me so I can barely get the ball and shoot. I can't run faster to chase my opponent. I'm not good at playing basketball.

So what's the main point? Hahaha, let me tell you that sometimes, what I dislike today has such a story related to my past. Probably no one knows that I liked basketball, but not today. Today I do not either hate or love basketball. I sometimes watch a basketball competition. and sometimes feel like not going to watch. I sometimes wear basketball trunk and sometimes I don't feel like wearing it to certain places.

It's kind of funny anyway. 

And Finally... Technika 3 Platinum Card

I cannot determine how long I've been addicted to this game, DJMAX Technika. At the first time, I was not really interested in DJMAX. I saw it for the first time at Game Master in Paris van Java. I was very, very addicted to Pump It Up and it was the first version of DJMAX Technika. Else, it spent more credit from your swipecard so-called Power Card. I remember the credit deducted for the first DJMAX Technika was IDR 6,250. So I could only play DJMAX once if I deposit IDR 10,000 to my swipecard. I didn't think to pay that much for one-credit play so I didn't play the game.

One day, DJMAX Technika 2 was released and for the first time I played DJMAX Technika 2, I found it quite difficult to play. I remember I lost the game at the very beginning of the song. It made me feel trolled anyway. Later, I played it again from the easiest mode called Star Mix. Star Mix is similar to Pump It Up's Compact Mode, where the options and song level provided are simpler and easier. After feeling good at playing Star Mix, I tried to play songs in Pop Mix, where the difficulties vastly varied.

I started being addicted when I finally succeed playing songs from Maximum level. I still played DJMAX even though I didn't have the Platinum Card. Platinum Card offers you special advantages such as songs, DJ title, and so on. To play some certain songs, well I had to borrow my friend's Platinum Card. I found it a bit bothering because I couldn't play some certain songs without using the Platinum Card. When I finally decided to buy Technika 2 Platinum Card, a friend of mine suggested me to buying the Technika 3 Platinum Card, instead of the Technika 2. She told me that Pentavision would release Technika 3 as soon as possible.

I've waited Technika 3 for so long until one day I saw Technika 3 at TimeZone. There was a long queue that I was sure I couldn't play. So I just bought the card and waited until other video arcades would have at least one Technika 3. And yeah! Finally Game Master introduced Technika 3 and I was so lucky because there was no one playing Technika 3 when I arrived at Game Master in Cihampelas Walk. So let's say that I was one of the first players of Technika 3 at Game Master in CiWalk. 

Thanks God, I finally got my own Platinum Card...