The Girl at The Café, A Short Story

The girl at the café didn’t notice me at first. She didn’t realize that I lived right around the corner and that I stopped by almost every day after work to stock up on enough caffeine or sometimes beers to get me through my homework, if not the evening as a whole. Sometimes I brought a friend or two along and we’d put our heads together and power through whatever new horror our bosses had assigned us that day. But I always seemed to get sidetracked and I’d prop my chin up in one hand and send more than subtle glances in her direction as the girl at the café steamed milk and stirred lattes, every now and then smiling her gentle, off-hand smile. It seemed like everyone knew, that everyone had heard how one day she would look over and see me and I’d walk right up to her and tell her how beautiful she was and how she haunted all my waking dreams with her quiet, mysterious air and deep green, thoughtful eyes. Although it didn’t exactly happen that way, it was pure chance the day we met, for even then she didn’t believe in fate.

“You come here a lot, don’t you?” I can’t help but say that I nearly choked on my Guiness Black Lager. She was speaking to me, noticing me, acknowledging my existence! And as I have yet to assume otherwise that people do anything but splutter like an idiot when first interacting with the love of their life, I feel like I set a good first example.

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We Always Want What We Ain’t Got

You know what?

I want to end hunger. I want world peace. I want to go space traveling. I want to get drunk and get lost in the city that no one knows my name. I want to go for a walk to the park and sleep and just looking at the sky while listening to the humming voice from the stranger next to me.

I wish the world didn’t move so fast. I wish we had the patience to listen to one another for once, to actually listen instead of gazing blankly at walls and nodding and not caring very much at all.

We are so busy trying to live lives consumed by other people’s ideals and expectations that we forget what makes us happy.

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The Theory of ‘Bangkutaman’

There were days where my mind wonders far back to the past. One of those days was exactly on August 20, 2015.

That night, that particular night… was something else.

It was at 365 Ecobar, Kemang. I went there that night, a regular bar with regular choices of beers but with abnormal prices (duh, in this economy?!). So I went to that place for supporting my colleague (whom also a very good friend of mine) who is happened to be one of the member of this — for the lack of terms — indie band called Bangkutaman.

I just found out that his band plays psychedelic folk rock. And that night Bangkutaman was having their ‘#5TahunOBK: Vinyl Launching Party’ on the very bar for their album, Ode Buat Kota.

I was with other friends too that night, watching the gig. No one knew Bangkutaman before.

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