Bruno Bourel, Man With Balloon, 1991
When the maid comes downstairs she is crying and her shirt is torn at the collar and as she rushes past me I reach out to stop her but she slaps my hands away. ’Don’t, don’t,’ she says.
‘Wait,’ I call out, but she is at the front door, tearing at the handle as though her life depends on it. ‘My…
It took seven minutes. Four hundred and twenty seconds to lose her virginity. She rather think of it in seconds because it sounded like it lasted longer, even though she honestly rather forget it. She waited for so long. Waiting for that moment her closest friends assured her was going to be…
You were writing, as usual. Sitting at your desk, a glowing figure under your library light. Writing was your mistress, and yes, I was the jealous type.
I stood there, in the doorway just watching you so entranced in your work, your poetry, your prose, that you never even flinched when I made…
Kehilangan, Mei 2012.
Sabtu dua minggu lalu, aku memenuhi jemputan pergi makan kenduri di Keramat AU2. Gelak ketawa, bergurau senda dengan rakan-rakan sewilayah, asap mini-cigar pun melayang berkepul-kepul, aku langsung tidak menyangka ada sesuatu yang tidak enak bakal berlaku.
Apabila aku mahu pulang, sampai saja ke tempat aku letakkan kereta, kawan aku yang mahu menumpang memberitahu ada sesuatu yang tidak kena.
Cermin tingkap bahagian penumpang belakang belah kiri kereta aku telah dipecahkan berderai. Beg sandang kesayangan aku yang terletak di atas kerusi belakang kereta aku itu telah dicuri.
Dalam beg aku itu ada Macbook putih batch terakhir keluaran 2009 berusia 2.5 tahun, juga ada barang-barang keperluan bagi kerja2 aku termasuk cheque book, salinan dokumen rasmi perniagaan & beberapa barangan peribadi yang lain.
Aku pergi ke kedai menukar cermin & sempat pula menziarahi keluarga seorang pejuang mahasiswa di Klang sebelum pulang semula ke rumah dengan hati yang jauh lebih gembira, I’d just lost some major parts of my biz. Goodbye to all the stuff, all of them are being sorely missed. Forgive me, pardon my clumsiness of being too careless. It’s the right time to move on, no?
