Itam Manis yang Membuat Merem Melek
Ada satu ritual baru dalam keseharian gue akhir-akhir ini. Setelah makan siang sebelum Ashar, harus merasakan nikmatnya. Dua sendok kopi itam, satu sendok cream, dan setengah sendok gula diaduk dalam satu cangkir kecil bisa membuat gue bertahan lebih lama. Bertahan dari hadangan kantuk demi menghadapi aktifitas di malam hari.
Bergadang bukan hal baru, tapi mata ini tidak lagi setangguh dulu. Setelah berkutat dengan rutinitas kantor (yeah, work sux! but I need money actually) gue harus melanjutkan aktifitas berikutnya di kelas. Padahal dulu ga pernah perlu yang namanya doping melek ini.
Bokap gue maniak kopi. Sarapan secangkir kopi, di mobil harus ada kopi, yang harus dilakuin adek sebelum mandi pagi harus membuat kopi, dan kalo nyokap bepergian beberapa hari harus dipastikan stock kopi selalu tersedia. Tapi kebiasaan itu tidak menurun ke anaknya yang paling ganteng ini. Sama halnya dengan hobi merokok bokap, gue benci yang namanya kopi. Pahit choy!
Selama bergadang masa kuliah, kopi adalah daftar minuman yang terakhir di list gue. Gue lebih memilih air putih walaupun rasanya tawar, dan mata ini tetap bisa kuat walopun harus bergadang.
Selain kopi, menurut lo apa yang bisa membuat mata tetap merem melek?
what would you do if you can see anything
Clark: Mom, if you could see anything, what would you do?
Martha: Learn to close my eyes.
What would you do if you have such ’seeing-anything’ ability?
burden of being a hero
Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option.
Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale… if somebody told you I was just your average ordinary guy, not a care in the world… somebody lied.
We knows a hero when we sees one. Too few characters out there, flying around like that, saving old girls like me. And Lord knows, kids like Henry need a hero. Courageous, self-sacrificing people. Setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero. People line up for them, cheer them, scream their names. And years later, they’ll tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who taught them how to hold on a second longer. I believe there’s a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.
yeah..no wonder much of Heroes live alone.
the truth (never) revealed.
true is imperfect
