Kerja Mimpi

Bagaimana sebuah mimpi bekerja? berapa banyak macam mimpi dalam kehidupan ini ? apakah kerja mimpi dalam tidur sama dengan mimpi untuk mencapai sesuatu atau mimpi berkhayal bertemu dengan seseorang teman atau kekasih?

Seberapa tipiskah perbedaan mimpi dengan cita-cita? Dapatkah kita hidup tanpa mimpi, cita-cita atau khayalan? seberapa jauh kita dapat membiarkan diri kita terjebak dalam mimpi? Kata mereka mimpi adalah kembang tidur. Apakah itu menandakan khayalan sebagai kembang dari keberadaan kita ataukah itu merupakan pelarian dari cita-cita yang tak tersanggupi?. Siapa yang berhak menentukan mimpi kita itu indah atau hanyalah justifikasi dari dunia nyata yang kadang tak sesuai dengan apa yang kita harapkan.

Akankah mimpi dapat menjadi sebuah rumah yang nyaman sebagai pembelaan terhadap kegagalan atau rasa kecewa kita? Ataukah rumah itu hanya merupakan suatu tempat singgah sementara sampai kita menemukan jalan yang tepat untuk langkah kita selanjutnya? Berapa lamakah waktu yang tepat untuk menempati rumah tersebut? Kalau suatu pagi kita membuka jendela rumah itu dan melihat rumah-rumah lain bertambah banyak apakah itu berarti mimpi kita hanya sebuah omong kosong yang dimiliki semua orang ataukah kerja mimpi kita memang sudah berada di jalur yang sesuai.

Sering dan kadang aku berpikir bahwa keberadaan ku hanya terdiri dari sekelompok mimpi-mimpi yang datang dan pergi yang menyebabkan aku sering singgah ditempat yang kadang nyaman untuk ku kadang tidak. Satu hal yang tidak pernah aku sesali adalah mimpi mimpi ku kadang mempertemukan ku dengan mimpi mimpi lain yang bukan milik ku tapi aku menyukainya.

Kembali aku berpikir, mana yang lebih baik? membentuk diri dari sekelompok mimpi mimpi ataukah membentuk diri untuk menjadi sebuah mimpi untuk sekelompok orang?

Songs of Nothing

The clock on the computer says it is 10.01 pm at GMT +7 hours. That would make it more or less like 3 o’clock in the afternoon somewhere in Western Europe. A late afternoon in Europe would be a good time to start having wine. For sure now at a local time is a perfect time to have at least a couple glass of wine. Just poured an Australian Shiraz while writing this piece of what I already know is going to be a piece of nothing since I’m just so freaking bored with nothing productive to do. Not if you counting playing Super Collapse on the computer something productive unless of course if I can somehow improve my skills just enough to pass level 12.

The OST from Vanilla Sky is playing now, the one by Chemical Brothers. Actually I like the Paul McCartney version better. Never mind, it’s now The Kind of Wrong Lesson from Coyote Ugly OST. It’s kind of funny but that title about sums up what I have been going through lately, all the kind of wrong lesson and definitely totally wrong for my life at the moment. I wonder if the wrong will turn to right sometime in the near future. One way or another I’ll get it right or I am going to lose it or give it a slip. That’s right, I’ll just go by song lyrics to go through life like what Debby Harry from Blondie just sang in One Way or Another.

I am staring at the list of recent documents opened on my Microsoft Word. Some titles are there like “A Cup of Coffee and Sex, Please?” which I just published recently. I think that one is not bad. Climbing down on the list there is “Dancing Heart” which is kind of a poem and hasn’t been publish yet. There is also another one which I have trouble finishing called “Funny Names”. Let me give you a preview from that particular piece. One of them is “why do they call it a catwalk? Is it because so many pussies walk on it?” Yes, now maybe you can understand why I have a problem finishing the piece.

I should rearrange my mp3’s compilation. I haven’t heard any Stan Getz or Michael Bubble playing yet so far. But currently this one by Santa Esmeralda “Please Don’t Make Me Misunderstood” does give me a somewhat “smile on your face” kind of feeling and taking me to a pleasant journey backward.

A journey backward to a downtown area somewhere far away from where I am now. Walking on the sidewalk where the neon light is pretty, sometime in the middle of Prince’s “Purple Rain’ or a light drizzle of snow forgetting troubles and without a care in the world. Now this really makes me want to just hop on a plane and “Leaving on the Jet Plane” with Jewel.

A valid passport I have. A plane ticket and a destination is what I needed. Just give me some “Intuition” to the right direction said Jewel. Maybe the wrong kind of lesson is not totally a disaster. With some right intuitions could prove to be just what I needed to turn them into the right lessons before “Time is Running Out” by Muse’s standard.

Songs are not about nothing, really. They could sometime be what a dancing heart needs to forget for a moment at going after the big prize on the pedestal of life and just be what you are to live for the day.

It’s now 11.16 pm and finally my “Desafinado” by Joao Gilberto is playing just as my hand reaches for that gift from a friend recently, a bottle of De Bortoli 2000 Shiraz Cabernet to refill my third glass.

Year of the Rooster

A Cup of Coffee and Sex, Please?

Imagine saying this when ordering something to drink in a café or coffee shop. When associated with sex perhaps the drink that come to mind would be something alcoholic in nature. However, it couldn’t be more wrong as it turned out the world would choose coffee. This reminds me about an ad series by Absolut Vodka with a copy by William Shakespeare which says drinks “provokes the desire but takes away the performance". Curiously it makes me wonder how a male populated vodka drinkers in certain parts of the world are rated on their bedroom routine?

Getting back to the coffee issue, there have been scientific evidence relating caffeine to be not only act a stimulant that increases blood pressure but also to improve sexual functionalities of both men and women. It was recorded that after coffee was introduced in Europe there were more madames in the brothel houses of Europe that have a patented coffee making apparatus than men. This is simply a wonderful example of economic forms between the oldest profession in the world and a brand positioning that says coffee rules the bedroom.

It was also told that there was a petition by women in England in the 16th century against this liquor substance called coffee because it made the men think better. Now this for me is a little bit confusing. Was it bad that coffee makes men think better or was it just unthinkable that men were better in bed? Is this the same as saying that men think better with their penises? If truth were to be told, I have been accused of not using my brain and thinking rather from between the leg but trust me this definitely was not seen as being equal to brilliantly charming or clever.

Whatever the effects are of caffeine on the body metabolism, coffee has the heritage and history that relates to the mind and spirit. As well as to improve the process of oneness in physical intimacy for pleasures of the flesh, coffee was also known to help clear the path to enlightenment during spiritual process to achieve oneness with the divine.

Coffee or Qahwa as it was known during the Ottoman Empire and throughout the Arabic Peninsula was widely used in Sufism as a stimulant to leap from the earthly body in flight to becoming one with the grand universe.

In general terms Qahwa means wine but somehow the meaning was changed as the intake of any alcoholic substances was prohibited in Islam. Being denied the substance that was most common in other religions and cultures in order to reach nirvana, coffee then was discovered as the substance that helps clarity of the mind to reach the blessed state with God. Judging from this fact then maybe those women back in England did have a point that this Qahwa or the Wine of Islam do really make men think better.

Interesting as it is about the history and heritage of coffee I do wonder now if the term “let’s go have coffee” should have a sexual implication attached to it?

Lucu

Apa yang terpikirkan waktu membaca judul ini ?
Apakah lucunya seorang pelawak?
Atau lucunya seorang bayi ?
Mungkin lucunya seorang gadis manis?
Bagaimana kalau lucunya orang-orang yang merasa dirinya paling benar dan pintar?
Gaya mereka yang seperti dewa-dewa yang memaksakan kehendak terhadap orang-orang disekitar mereka.

Lucu sekaligus menyebalkan.
Gaya monyet-monyet dungu ini yang merasa sudah berada di puncak dunia.
Kata orang jaman sekarang ini kita harus mulai belajar berpikir diluar kotak.
Kalau saja aku bangsa peri sudah dari dulu aku rubah monyet-monyet dungu ini menjadi katak karena itu yang pantas untuk mereka.
Katak-katak dalam tempurung.
Bagaimana bisa berpikir diluar kotak kalau otak saja mereka tidak punya?

Apa daya aku hanya seorang bangsa mortal yang tidak punya kekuatan untuk merubah si dungu menjadi si katak.
Mungkin seharusnya aku maki-maki saja monyet-monyet ini pada waktu itu kalau saja aku rasa itu tidak sekedar membuang-buang waktu ku saja.
Atau mungkin aku seorang yang terperangkap dalam norma kehidupan bangsa mortal yang penuh basa basi kesopanan dan toleransi sehingga yang tersisa hanya sumpah serapah tersimpan ini?

Mungkin akan lebih lucu lagi kalau aku tulis ini dalam bahasa Inggris dengan judul “Self Righteous Professional Morons”

Self - Inflicting Pleasure

The noise of busy airport terminal always sounds soothing to me. That female voice announcing flights flying off to cosmopolitan cities like Frankfurt and Prague or exotic destinations like Morocco and Bali is like an open invitation to escape the current dreading reality of my life. The transit terminal that morning smells of freshly brewed coffee from the coffee shops that just opened their doors to the global commuters from all around the world. By now I have a little less than an hour before it’s time to board the plane again continuing the flight to my final destination. I sit there in my usual corner table in one of the coffee shop with a cup of hot coffee in front of me. No, I never set foot in this place before but there was once upon a time that I declared every corner table all over the world to be mine.

As expected this corner table in this busy transit terminal has my name on it. I watched people come and go around me. The rush of business travelers hurried to meet their plane as if missing the next board meeting in some cities will proof to be deadly to their corporate careers. In deep contrast to the business travelers earlier I saw a couple of backpackers with their laid back attitude with all the time in the world on their side. My eyes caught the site of several stewardesses in different color uniforms with their compact hand carrier walked by in fast paced ignoring all the signage around them as if their beautiful long legs know exactly where to go. There is something comforting and intimate about stewardesses in the way they speak to you in a friendly and polite tone attending to your every need. I wonder how these women can manage to look so smart and attractive this early in the morning. Well, maybe I’m just crazy about women in uniform.I stared at a piece of white form in front of me wondering if I should fill it out now or later when I am already on board the plane.

I looked at my watch and saw that I still have enough time to leisurely finish my coffee and fill out the form if I wanted to. Secretly I have this longing desire to hear them announce that my flight would be delay therefore prolonging the time I can sit at my corner table. This could well be the reflection of my life at this moment which could use some transit time of its own from its everyday routines. Suddenly, I can just see my life sit at my corner table drinking my coffee in a busy international terminal without a care in the world while deciding which flight it choose to take to be the next destination, may that be an exotic or cosmopolitan ones. I looked again at the white disembarkation form distributed on board earlier by a sweet looking oriental stewardess in a high split body hugging Qipao dress.

I decided to just go ahead filling out the form. I filled out all the required information like name, passport number and flight number. After filling out the spaces stating my boring destination I see the boxes to check for Male or Female. This part always amuses me and I wonder why they use Sex as a heading instead of Gender. I felt like adding additional two boxes to choose for, Occasionally and Self Inflicting Pleasure.

Shattering my wish for the delay, I heard the announcement of my next flight. Grabbing my stuffs I start heading towards my gate. Choosing to walk instead of taking the automatic walkway I passed by the immigration counters with several line of people queuing. I noticed separate counters for Foreigners and Resident Passport Holders. They should have made one counter for me that marked Alien as I just didn’t feel like belonging to this universe right now.

Thinking along that line as I entered and smells that familiar scent of an airline cabin staring at the sweet smiles and greetings of the stewardess I wondered maybe I should’ve chose Female in that form before and that might turn my life around a little bit. Emerging in my next boring destination re-born as a new person could be well what I needed now.