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"It's love. Yes all we're looking for is love from someone else."
-Emma Stone, La La Land

Today in History

Selamat Pagi, Siang, Petang, Malam!

Saya namanya Ramadhan Putera Djaffri. Sekarang bekerja di Samuel Aset Manajemen. Sebelumnya berkuliah di Fakultas Ekonomi Universitas Indonesia, menempuh pendidikan IPS di SMA Labschool Kebayoran, pulang-pergi naik sepeda saat bersekolah di SMP Al-Azhar 8 Kemang Pratama, seorang anak jemputan saat belajar di SD Bani Saleh 1, dan pernah dihajar rantai sepeda motor saat menghabiskan masa balita di TK Mini Pak Kasur.

Segala tulisan di Volgorian Cabalsette ini seharusnya sih hasil kreasi saya, kecuali yang saya sebutkan sumber lainnya. Karena itu saya harap Anda juga bisa menghormati dan selalu meminta izin atau setidaknya memberi saya kredit tiap kali mengutip. Ayo hindari plagiarisme sejak mula!

Soal sejarahnya sendiri, yang bisa saya ingat ada tiga semboyan Volgorian Cabalsette hingga kini. Pertama adalah "The Safest Place On Earth" yang sekarang jadi milik Volgorian Nopales. Kedua adalah "Berpikir Subjektif Tidak Membantu", yang kemudian berevolusi menjadi "Pemikiran, Ucapan, Tindakan" karena menurut saya tanpa aksi tidak ada realisasi.

Pun setelah sekian lama menggunakan semboyan ketiga, nampaknya saya harus kembali kepada semboyan kedua, karena lebih orisinil dan lebih saya. Terlebih lagi setelah semboyan itu sempat disebut-sebut kembali oleh rekan seperti Mirza dan Aditya.

Lainnya, saya akan sangat bahagia jika Anda memberi donasi uang kepada saya. Tidak bersedia? Kalau sekadar kesan, pesan, komentar, keluhan, cacian, dan makian mau kan? Tidak perlu banyak, saya hanya ingin tahu apakah memang ada yang membaca.

Terima kasih telah berkunjung. Nikmati dunia saya!

Friday, November 22, 2013

Saturday: Lost

It was far too early in the morning to be trying to call you.

Bonjour still closes its door for this town's creatures. Keeping sterile doctors outside and drunken fresh graduates inside (sleeping on the floor, laughing) this haven of mine. They kept on yelling about their annual salary last night; big as heck that one guy paycheque could actually feed me for the rest of my life. I hate fresh graduates.

Then, Vince arrived. Finally. I have been longing for this town's polluted air since last night, since I got into a fight with these drunken fresh graduates. We were just throwing punches when each and every one of them threw up and fell into a sleep so deep I was almost convinced they were dead because of my lousy jabs. The truth is, that's what will happen to you when you're tired as heck and try to make it go away by letting poisonous substances into your messed up metabolism. I hate fresh graduates.

It was 5.05. It was still cold outside.

It was still far too early in the morning to be trying to call you.

So, I took one for the team. I reached my pocket and lit the last cigarette I had. From last night. From one of those drunken fresh graduates high-roller suit pocket. The one with the bowler hat. I mean, what. I hate fresh graduates.

The coffin nail was top-notch though.

It was 5.20. Vince called.

He needed help waking those drunken fresh graduates. We decided to burn them instead. Just joking. I took the chance to make that suggestion, but Vince did not allow me.

He said I would rot to death in the prison for doing that. I told him that would not be much of a problem looking at myself now. He slapped me in the face. Twice. I sent him a combination of left hook and an uppercut. We hugged. A brotherly one. He begged for me to have a good sleep back in my hometown. He even handed me an airplane ticket back to our hometown. That, and my brown leather suitcase.

It was 6.21. A boy scout walked into Bonjour.

Is it still too early in the morning to be trying to call you?




P.S. See you soon.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

April 16th, 2013

In the digital age that is today, you know you are special when you have made it to be someone's password. Furthermore, to be his or her security question.

But it is only when everything is due yet nothing is new, that you can safely conclude that you actually are. Or better yet, might have always been.

And you are. Or better yet, might have always been.



Cheers, mate.
 
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