Monolog Orang Bermood Bagus
Tarik nafas. Hembuskan.
Please stop complaining! Why don’t you just cook some f*cking rice (it doesn’t cost you so much time!) and you start gobbling all those bacteria-based chickens, not to mention those healthy leaf you strangely eat out and by the time you start these damned boring-but-you-can’t-help-avoiding-it rituals the TV programme will be showing you their as*hole stories you are about to swap your boyfriend with that two-bit cubicle just to feel like you are still alive and loved and you are no longer being alone again but then your sane brain will warn you about how distant your beloved one now is and how impossible you two to see each other explicitly and psychologically, and you will be so fed up of this situation that you will start weeping for your bad luck and asking God about sincere heart, body and soul for this vital loss. I mean, he is the center of your universe… but he ain’t supposed to be with you 24/7 eh!? What is him, a guard? He’s an attractive hero, a “Romeo” that you never waste for any simple stuff (even your waiting-list books!), and he always tries to make you laugh isn’t he? Don’t be like a little girl! But I need him now, as my head feel low and my body feels hot (in purposes), he is the one to keep me in my own favorite track. What about sincere? Please… leave him now… you still have Kinsella’s and Hassan and Amir’s journey, you have Reanimation loudly played in your audio deck, you still have this f*cking final project waiting to be done this semester (ahh!!! I gotta kill this topic!), you have beautiful things to dream of, and you are still his… river.
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