Diary of the Franssen Almighty...

"Unrequited Love, atau cinta tak berbalas, adalah hal yang paling bisa bikin kita ngais tanah. Untuk tahu kalau cinta kita tak berbalas, rasanya seperti diberitahu bahwa kita tidak pantas untuk mendapatkan orang tersebut. Rasanya, seperti diingatkan bahwa kita, memang tidak sempurna, atau setidaknya tidak cukup sempurna untuk orang tersebut."



- Marmut Merah Jambu, Raditya Dika.
Dear bang Radith, apa yang anda katakan ini benar-benar menggambarkan saya sekarang ini. Dan itu sakit banget. Apalagi kalau ada 100jt rintangan menghadang didalamnya. Udah deh, mati aja lo.Jujur, cinta yang tak bisa memiliki itu sakit. Lebih sakit daripada lo jatoh dari lantai 95 Senayan City Residence, plus ekstra bonus mendarat di puncak SCTV tower sampe kacanya pecah semua. Apalagi kalo pengalaman ini lo alami dengan seseorang yang bahkan lo belom pernah ketemu di dunia nyata alias Orang Asing dari Dunia Maya, macam Facebook Twitter Tumblr atau apalah itu. Bonus: nelen bom atom terus lo meledak jadi potongan kecil-kecil. Dan KA-BOOM! Lo mati.
Sempat terpikir untuk mengulang kembali "Balada AsmaraDana edisi alay 2008-2009", tapi ini udah 2010. Aura alaynya udah hilang bersama angin, terbang melayang dengan hawa dingin, menyatu dengan abu vulkanik Merapi, bebas lepas bagai jiwa-jiwa yang hilang di Romusha dan Rodi. Dan sang "Dana 3 jam cair" juga udah ga 'cair' lagi. Dia sudah kembali ke bentuk semula tapi sekarang dengan Processor Intel i7 Core, bukan lagi Pentium 1. Makanya bisa masuk kelas bilingual. Hahaha selamat prediksiku benar lagi! *nyulap upin ipin jadi ayam goreng*
Kembali ke Thomas, rasanya ada yang 'mati' setelah Twitternya mati. Dua hal itu adalah KK: Komunikasi dan Komitmen. Sekarang gue jadi tau apa arti komitmen, tapi itu gaakan mengembalikan @tomm1995photo beserta tweet-tweetnya kembali ke timeline global. Nasi sudah menjadi bubur, negatif film rol film sudah dicuci cetak dan menjadi foto analog, foto-foto digital yang jelek sudah terlanjur dihapus. Mereka gaakan pernah kembali lagi.
Sebenernya besok Try Out, tapi gue sangat males belajar. Jadi ya gue akan membuat satu post lagi tentang formasi lengkap 'anak-anak' gue. Afscheid!
"Unrequited Love, or 'cinta tak berbalas' (in Indonesian), is a thing that absolutely can make us 'dig a hole in a soil'. For knowing that our love is unrequited, it's like been notified that we're inappropriate to get that person. It feels, like we're reminded that we, terribly imperfect, or at least not enough perfect for that person."- Marmut Merah Jambu, Raditya Dika.
Dear bang Radith, what you been saying here is really describe me now. And it's terribly hurts. Especially if there's 100 million handicaps on it. Yeah, go to the death.To be honest, love that can't be owned is hurts. More hurting than you fell off from 95th floor of Senayan City Residence, plus extra bonus landed on the top of SCTV tower and you break all of the glasses of that tower. Especially if you experiencing this with someone you even don't ever meet them in real life a.k.a. Stranger from the Cyberverse, some kind of Facebook Twitter Tumblr or whatever it is. Bonus: swallowing an atomic bomb and you exploded into tiny, tiny pieces. And KA-BOOM! You died.
At first I'm thinking to back to the "Ballads of AsmaraDana alay edition 2008-2009", but it's now 2010. The alay (this word have complicated meaning in English, some kind of plebeian) aura have gone by the wind, fly away in a chilling cold wind, fused with the volcanic ashes of Merapi, free like the souls that gone in Romusha and Rodi. And "Dana which will be liquid in 3 hrs" is now not a 'liquid' anymore. He's now back to his own original shape and now with Intel i7 Core processor, not Pentium 1 anymore. That's why he could attend the bilingual class. Hahaha congrats my prediction is correct again! *changes upin ipin into fried chicken*
Back to Thomas, it feels like there's something which is now 'dead' after his Twitter dead. That two things is CC: Communication and Commitment. Now I've know what commitment really means, but it won't bring @tomm1995photo and all of his tweets back to the global timeline. The rice has become porridge, the negative roll film has been printed into analog photos, failed digital photos have been deleted. They never come back again.
Actually tomorrow's Try Out, but yeah I'm so damn lazy to study. So I'll make a post about the complete formation of my 'kiddos' instead. Afscheid!