Ladiesman1302

-- I wrote this as the caption of my Instagram post for celebrating No Shave November. But I decided to repost this in my blog so that you can read it in a more "eye-spoiling" way. Or should I say to make it easier? But anyway, please enjoy. -- Hey, this will be slightly different from my usual No Shave November post I've done so far. "No-Shave November" has been my yearly routine of showing how I care about men's health in general, especially cancer because of my family's history. My grandpa left us when I was 6 years old due to lymph gland cancer. The question has been haunting me since then, will I end up like him? Not only the death situation but also the lifestyle, the workload, the life in general. Despite the easygoing behaviour of my grandpa, he's struggling with a lot of things that my 6yo me didn't understand, like financial stability, the education of his children, the well-being of his family (he's been the backbone of his family ...

 Hei, apa kabar? Entah mengapa bagian pembuka dari suatu surat selalu bagian paling canggung. Tapi sudah jadi rutinitas sepertinya menuliskan ini setiap tahunnya. Namun kali ini berbeda karena tidak ada bentuk fisiknya, hanya tertulis di sebuah media yang berharap bisa ditemukan oleh tujuannya. Pertanyaannya masih sama, apa kabar? Sudah lama sunyi ini bertahan. Tidak ada hak juga sebenarnya untuk bertanya. Tapi... Ya..... Tidak ada salahnya mencoba bukan? Banyak yang terlintas di dalam kepala sebenarnya, tidak hanya di sini, dan mungkin juga di sana. Gelas minuman terakhir yang menjadi jembatan pembicaraan kita sepertinya juga bingung kenapa. Semoga baik-baik saja, dan jika memang ada masalah, semoga lekas selesai. Apakah sudah bahagia? Atau setidaknya apakah sudah ketemu bahagianya? Apa yang menghalangi dari bahagia? Jika ternyata sudah bahagia, turut senang mendengarnya. Biasanya wejangan untuk seseorang tidak jauh-jauh dari semoga bertambah bijak, semoga bisa makin dewasa, semog...

 I woke up with a headache this morning. Not from the lack of sleep that has been haunting me for the last few months. Nor it is from the soon-to-be-expired bread I ate last night. But rather from the thought that I've lost a lot of things lately. I'm not sad. Indifferent, in fact. I am used to people leaving me for how shitty I am to them. Yeah.... life happened, I guess. I'm not gonna rant about them, actually. It's already in the past; I barely remember what happened and why it happened. But this morning, my lucid dreams got more vivid than usual. I can see clearly the tears running down my cheeks. I still remember the fake sausage I ate in my dream with one of my friends that I really love. I walk past this long hall full of pictures of me with someone I shared my past with. As I fell deeper into the endless sorrow of past life, I saw her again, my kryptonite. I know it sounds cheesy, but nothing describes it better. For I love her with all of my heart and soul, see...