Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Odd Quiver In Summer Sixteen

(Sequel to SILENCE IN DISMAY)

In pieces I shatter,
            only time will heal.
            These fragments together,
            make up how I feel.
(Gilberto Ledgard Hidalgo IV, Perfectly Broken)
***
*Lorraine’s POV*
There had been one time when the very last thing I wanted to do was stay alive. I was frustrated, way more than everyone could have ever known. My parents argued all day long as I was just lounging in my bedroom, not sure what to do. Oh God, how I desperately wanted them to make peace however it would be, such as... divorce.
           Well I couldn’t care less, though. They had never really been concerned about me for the past few months. So, how could I give a damn?
          Oh, by the way, hi my name is Lorraine Hawkins, I’m 16, still waiting for the school to start again. I bought a journal last week, and this is the first page of it.I’m currently in San Antonio spending my third week of summer in my summer house where there is no one I can befriend with. Yay me, figure this is going to be the best summer ever in my whole life!
          I love doing geeky things, apparently. So I guess I am a geek, and introvert as well with glasses, books (especially ones with philosophy things in it), and all that. But really, it has nothing to do with my personality. I mean, once you get to know me, I’m pretty sure as hell you will never ever find any geek as crazy and blunt as I am. Well honesty here, this is another thing about me: I’m so fucked up and pretty scary when it comes to friendship. I have never talked with anyone without my masks on, anyone except my best friend, Raquel. She is the only one who never feels like eww knowing me as a whole package as Lorraine.
            I wonder, will my future boyfriend accept my worsts and just love me the way I am?
            I wonder, which masks I’ve gotta wear in front of my future boyfriend? Or will it be no mask?
***
           The scent of 7 am coffee quivered for a moment in the air. I could tell it was Mom because she was always up early. And I could tell Dad wasn’t home. Probably he was looking for another woman, who knew.
           Drrrt drrrt... drrrt drrrt...
           My phone buzzed, I forgot where I’d put it last night and I was too lazy to move out from bed. I usually got up at around 10 or 11 and now it was still 7! Whoever texted me surely could wait for 3 hours or four. Bet whoever that was didn’t know me really well since I was not a morning person.
            “Hey Rain,”
           “HOLY...” I was startled seeing my door was open ajar, and Dad’s head showed up. What the eff, I thought I had locked the door before going to bed!
            “Good morning, sorry I didn’t knock it first, I was afraid to wake you up.”
            Yeah but you startled the hell out of me til death, Dad.
           But of course I didn’t blurt it out. “Yeah Dad, at first I thought you forgot how to knock.” He laughed nervously. “So, what’s up?”
            “Eh, nothing. I just... I just want to tell you that I’m going to head off soon.”
            No surprise. “Oh, where are you heading to?”
            “I don’t know exactly but we’re going to beaches.”
            I smiled sarcastically. “Beaches or beotches?”
            “Pardon me?” I could hear a tinge of surprise in his voice.
I shook my head lightly, not that I really cared about it, though. “Nah nothing. Well okay Dad, have fun!”
           But he was still lingering for a minute or so, as if there was something more to say. I waited for several more seconds as I was pretending to go back to sleep until I heard the door was closed.
***
Hey, there. Bet you haven’t seen Insidious Chapter 3, so... want to see it with me? I’ll be coming over at 1, alright?

          HOLY CRAP my hands were shaking so hard it was about to loosen grip of my phone. The one who texted me at 7 was my crush! I replied to his message “Okay, see ya soon!” before getting freaked out.
What time was it now?!
            11.30 am.
Oh great in one and a half hour he was going to be here and I just woke up!
I called Raquel immediately. She was still not answering. Ugh what takes her so long?! Finally she picked up the phone in the seventh ring. “QUEL!!”
“Whoa slim it sweetie, why so urgent?”
“LEVI WILL BE HERE AT 1 AND I LITERALLY JUST WOKE UP!”
“... oh-kay... So what?”
“Ugh Quel, you’re the worst best friend ever. He asked me out okay?! We’re going to go to cinema in one and a half hour and now I just got up, I have no idea what I should wear, so please Skype me. I’ll be right back, gonna make a sandwich. Bye.”
I ended the phone and rushed going downstairs, straight to kitchen. My so-called crush would be here soon and I was now still looking as messed up as ever. But then a soft voice calling my name.
“Rain?”
I came to a halt as I spotted Mom watching TV alone. Since when Mom was here? Why didn’t I notice her presence?
“Oh, hey Mom.” I smiled as sweet as my lips could do.
She smiled back but it didn’t reach her eyes. Mom’s eyes were swollen. She had to be crying all night. And I could feel the pang. I somehow knew it was unbearable. It occured to me that this was somewhat like deja vu, I once was here, but what I spotted back then was Dad kissing Mom passionately that I feared they would make love right in there.
Needless to say, now they were about to separate. Well at least they had ever been in deep love once upon a time.
“Rain?”
I got aback to reality. Mom was watching me, looking puzzled.
“Yes, Mom?”
“I said what’re you up to?”
“Ah, I am just... uhm, going to make sandwich.”
“Want me to make it for you?”
Oooh my God, yes please! Please! I’m in a hurry!
“No no, it’s okay I’m actually not in a hurry.” I knew that we both knew it was a lie. I walked towards the kitchen as slow as someone who was running out of time could. “Oh by the way I’m going to see a movie with... a friend, and he’ll be here soon.”
“Okay just make sure you’re going home before...”
“Curfew. Yeah, noted. I’m home before curfew.”
She smiled but I felt awkward. I didn’t know what to say since my sandwich was already done and I really had to go upstairs and video Skype Raquel.
“What’re you waiting for, then? Go upstairs you little Rainy I know you’re late!”
I yelled, “Yes I actually am, okay Mom see ya!” as I was taking two stairs at once.
You know, I hated it to act as if everything was going to be alright, especially in front of my Mom. I was no liar, but life we were in seemed like it was all only about drama. I never prepared myself to play, only did I realize I was already playing.

I am perfectly broken.
I am flawlessly impaired.
I am closed to being open.
But since when have you cared?
(Gilberto Ledgard Hidalgo IV, Perfectly Broken)
***
I cringed staring at my room. It had been already a mess, but right now it was even worse. I literally put out all of my clothes from wardrobe, was trying to find one which Raquel thought was the best one to wear, as well as the bra, which bra I should wear so my boobs would look good.
I couldn’t thank Raquel enough for always being there for me when I needed her most.
Today was the day! Finally, I had been waiting for this to happen since God knows when! I mean, I’d been out with a boy once actually, we saw a movie as well, but I didn’t really enjoy it because I wasn’t in love with him back then. It was last year. His name is Reeve.
But now, it was totally a different story. I had a crush on this Levi guy. Eh, I was not really sure though because he was more to a best friend to me, and yet not a best friend. I just found myself happy to be with him, he was the easy going guy with good humors, knew how to make me feel comfortable and safe, he was around 6 feet 1 inch tall (hells and I was only 5 feet 5 inches tall, it seemed like I was a dwarf), and... yeah I didn’t know, he was nice. And smart. And oh, he even told me once he liked the philosophical side of me.
And I was actually still trying to figure out, why the eff he’d drive from his summer house which was like 17 miles away from mine?! Only to ask me out?! I’d better not to get myself too high, though.
Raquel said that I was probably in love with him. It could take forever for me only to talk about him with her, it was as though I always got my words to yap. She told me I’d be such an effing jerk when I received a message from Levi, because I’d totally ignore her as I was replying to his message, until I clicked “send” button did I notice her presence, being pissed off.
Oh, really? Was I actually that crazy?
But no, I didn’t really think so. I didn’t want to jump to conclusion hastily. I just knew Levi for like the past 2 months. So it just felt so wrong if I was into him or something.

Yeah, no way you fell for this guy, Rain. Note this, common sense has no place in first love and never has. It seemingly you were losing your sommon sense. --ets200615

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Dear My Future Hubby


Well this is gonna be awkward since I don't know who you might be and where you might be, and I also don't know when our first meet was or when our first meet will be. And yet, here I'm telling whoever you are, what have been my wishes since forever once we've become a bride and bridegroom in bridal dais, spending our time together till death afterwards.
But, please promise me first that you will never consider this as something disgusting or something way too blunt or whatever it is because, sorry not sorry, I don't give a damn. What I care is you to consider this as either something to respect or something to be the reason why you've gotta put your trust in me later on.
Okay, let's just get this started, I'll make it quick.

Dear my future hubby...
Indeed, as far as I'm concerned, love is such an abstract theory that cannot be put in words theoretically. My bestie, Ainun Nabiila, even said that "you don't need to understand what love is to feel". Because nevertheless, love is just so real in reality that every single one must have ever been in it. No one is perfect but love completes them to be a perfect one.
So I already know that you, somewhere on Earth, are no man. You, why on Earth reading this pile of klunk, are no boy. You are no saint. You are no prince. No genius. No perfection. But I'm truly hoping that you are one of those pious men who have a brilliant and critical mind walking the Earth. I desperately need you to be mine, to complete me for being such a bitchy brat that cannot take the credit enough for the success she's got. I need you to impress me with your achievements, that you are my missing piece of clever part in my brain. I need you to remind me to always be in the right path, together with you. I need you to advice me the simple yet wise words to live as often as you'd like to, because I barely hear it from the guys I've ever been into, and if you could, you'd scare the hell out of each cell in me that I'd literally love you till death. And I need you to convince me that by the time we've been under the same roof, all the time we'd spent together is really worth wasting.

Dear my future hubby...
If you're one of those lecherous nuts who only love girls physically, then back off. I'm better out. Why? Because it means you didn't love me at all in the first place. I'm not the girl with sexy body, whose curves can make guys down on their knees, with such a very soft skin as fuck, whose boobs as big as what you've been dreaming of, with cute shaven pussy, and all that. If you're kinda disappointed and ask me "oh, aren't you?", I'm undoubtedly gonna say "yes, I'm not."
And reluctantly Imma say "and nah, I am.", that I'm the girl with skinny body. I'm the girl with tanned complexion. I'm the girl with flat nose. I'm the girl with glasses. I'm the girl whose hair on each limb of hers. I'm the girl with small boobs and booty. I'm terribly sorry to tell you that I hate staring at my own body, I hate myself for not being able to hide the ribs, I hate myself for being a hag-look-like.
If you insist me there's been love between us, all I can say is that "may that so-called fucking love be buried in fucking hell and I hope there's a slut who'll ever cuddle with you and be wrapped around your fucking fingers without any love involved."
I'm sorry not sorry, but seriously, I don't expect you to love me for the way I look, but I do expect you to love me for the way I am.

Dear my future hubby...
I'm actually hoping you're a white foreigner *no offense* so that I can always use English while talking with you, but if you aren't, then at least please God give me the one with great English skill. I desperately wanna live the rest of my life with someone who can understand how obsessed I am with English. How I can't even spend a day without speaking English. How I literally am gonna die if you don't speak English. It's just... I don't know, it's not solely a habit, a weird habit, but it's just much easier when I say something in English, you got it? You know once I can't find the proper word in Indonesian then I'll end up saying it in English. I don't know it's just like the English words have popped in to my mind so it's really easy to simply write them down right away than having to think what the exact Indonesian word for that... oh damn me, I can't explain this whole thing but I swear once you've got to know me, you'll understand.
And oh! I'm also sort of obsessed with going abroad. Do you mind to spend our honeymoon in The Netherlands? Or England? Or Australia? Or America? Or London? I've been craving for this since forever and yet the countries I've visited are only Singapore and Malaysia and those are not enough. I need to feel the four seasons Indonesia doesn't have, especially the fall.
So, please, I'm begging you... Take me out to other-marvelous-countries and let's have some sexy hot night as we've been doing the unforgettable fascinating experience.

Dear my future hubby...
It occurs to me that I am indifferent. I don't give a fuck on what's happening around me. What I only care about is myself. How I really should have some fun but this headache always bugs me. How I really should spend my teenage hood right but this school stuffs and shits always make me browned off. I'm the girl who would concern myself with careers rather than house chores. I can't wash clothes. I can't iron too many clothes. Worse, I can't cook. And I am allergic to dust. I'm sorry for being so blunt but really, I say that careers come first.
But, if-no, when-we are already in the same house, I promise you I'll do the best I can do. Before our marriage, I'll learn how to wash clothes with or without washing machine. I'll learn how to not be easily tired of ironing clothes. And most of all, I'll learn how to cook. Sure my Mom will teach me how since she's so dope at it and yet her daughter, me, is so nope at it. But at least I'm going to try learning, right. I will be such a good chef before you propose me, really (with one condition, let me run my career as well, I don't wanna be housewife only, it sucks). Because I know you're just way too valuable to not being deserved right.
Because I know you'll have been gonna be my last one, my forever boy, the boy whom I've been waiting for since I was born; by the time we're married.

Dear my future hubby...
Are you a nerd? Are you a bookworm? If yes, I can't thank God enough for having you as I believe you'll understand how freak I am with books, especially novels. As a matter of fact, I'm planning to have one room in our future house, the room with only our books in it. Yeah, so-called mini library! Can you imagine how fun it will be?! Can you imagine how enthusiastic I will be-we will be? That's... Heaven on Earth. I mean, ugh I'm sorry I'm running out of words to say.
Just give me some novels for our anniversary celebration instead of taking me out to romantic dinner, then I will definitely love you forever. Note this.

Dear my future hubby...
Meet me as soon as possible! I'll love you to the moon and back. --ets251214

Saturday, December 20, 2014

No Title's Required

Love. The only thing that boosts us up to survive this fucked up reality.
Love. The only reason why we still exist until now, right this second.
Love. The only compulsion that works successfully having people be on their knees.
And for God's sake, it's love. The only word that has so much power it can't even be defined by anyone.

You know it's like there's nothing-even a single thing to describe love. The way how it feels, how it affects, how it influences our life, blinds or sight, limits our mind, changes our behavior and our habit; when we are in love.

Am I right?

Anyway, I wonder...
Can this be called as love when you slightly touch the skin of your crush's and out of sudden your heart were like about to jump forward a few meters?
Can this be called as love when you're talking with your crush and out of sudden you feel as though you had a claustrophobia that world were getting smaller and smaller and the people left on it were only you two?
Can this be called as love when you're drowned into your crush's sparkling eyes everytime he's staring at you?
Can this be called as love when your crush leaves such a beautiful electricity after he slightly touches your skin that it literally stifles you?
Can this be called as love when someone only says your crush's name and yet you look after the voice immediately, hoping your crush is right over there that results in pounding heart?



So, tell me, can those be called as love?
Because you know, most people will say yes yet some will say the other way around.

It might be as romantic as ever but it will end up in pain nonetheless.
As love itself that darkens your soul.
As love itself that messes everything up.
As love itself that breaks everyone's heart.
As love itself that bugs you, pisses you off, and makes you fed up with.
As love itself that makes you wake up at dawn then scream over the pain.
As love itself that results in suicide, abortion, mental disorder, and many more.
As love itself that gets you to cry, let the tears go down your cheeks, and let your eyes be bloodshot,

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep becaure reality is finally better than your dreams." --Dr. Seuss

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up." --Neil Gaiman

No title is required since love has a very general definiton. Once someone finally can define it, people perception's about it will very likely be limited.
Am I right? --ets201214

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Him.

That boy is sitting in the corner of the dark side,
sort of hiding in the darkness,
sort of running away from the reality.
No,
he is not captivating.
He looks divergent though.
And no,
he is not expressing any discontent.
He looks eager though.
He's staring at God knows what,
that I don't really know what.
Assuming he's waiting for someone does hurt me.
I somehow kinda want him to notice me,
the stranger one who's initially don't give a dang about him.
'Til he starts to stare at me instead of staring at nothing.
He smiles,
and time suddenly stands still.--ets120614