Liberty Statue is The Amusing Athena

I dreamed about New York and Liberty Statue this morning. I went to NY by boat through time machine at wee hour. When the night came, the peripheral of Liberty Island was flooded till the neck of Liberty Statue high point. So it was the golden time to smuggle my self in, together with one of my siblings/friends (I couldn't remember who she/he is). We came into it succesfully. Though, slightly strange, there was no crown on the top of Liberty Statue. Then we saw The Helmet of Liberty Statue flew above the flooding area, nearby The Liberty Statue standing point. The Liberty Statue caught it swiftly. I figured it out that she was like The Amusing Athena, one of beautiful goddesses that I adore her so much. While we were seeing that amusing goddess from a tiny boat, I was totally mesmerized. It was happened in front of my eyes.


After seeing the stunning photograph previously, We went to a statue maker in the slump area. I supposed we were under a bridge. I wanted the statue maker making me a mock of Liberty Statue for $15 (I thought he was going to sell it for $29 more or less, but he accepted the cost that I had offered him, $15). There were many mocks of Liberty Statue with European faces in his showroom. He made all the odd statues and proudly showed it off to us. I was curious a bit about who he was... Where he came from.. He had an Asian face, dark skin, kinky hair, and average high, 160 cm I supposed. His English was not fluently enough. Then I figured it out and suddenly I just knew that he was Indonesian. Hahahaha. Like us. We were brothers.


And then, I also saw a neighbor. He was a painter. Same artists remained here, under the bridge, I thought. When we came to him, he was painting on the canvas by spidols. I thought he was little stupid. He brushed all of the canvas by waxing it off for the finishing. I supposed, he was going to sell it not really expensive, I was pretty sure on it.. Because he was a slump painter. And his painting was a bit clumsy and filthy like hell. His painting was talking about a painter who was painting on the canvas by spidols, and the painter who was in the painting was squating down. What stupid you were (whereas, I also painted on that position once in a while). Anyhow, His painter painting was rather like slightly calligraphy style on every corners of his canvas-he loved to scratch it there.


At the end of my dream, I woke up. My consciousness came out a half way. I thought that today was Friday and I could go back sleep then. After a few seconds, I realized what today was, it was Wednesday. Eventually I knew that I was late to go work. But, wait a second, Friday was also a weekday, right? So it was basically the same with wednesday. How could I miss it? I had to wake up now!

Gossiping

"Women and their complicated situation," He said.

"Women have that things. Because of that, i'm scared of women since i was young. Unfortunately me," i said.

"And... You are a woman..." He said.

"To be honest, I'm scared of myself too.. Women (most of them are emak-emak, i don't know why they do that, is that a kind of culture?) often gossip one another, i hate it for sure. I usually close my ears with earphone when it's started. They irritate me with the nonsense rumors. It can influence my point of view about objects of the gossip. Sometimes when i can't endure my emotion by them, i usually tell my madness to anyone else... 'Man.. I'm getting cheesed off for real.'

I hate it then... It seems like vicious circle. Bang!" 

"Woman are indeed...complicated," He said.

"I think i'm in pms mode..."

"And i think i need to go now..." He nodded, "bye."

"Bye," i waved.

End.

The Coming Visitors

The Coming Visitors, my illustration 20 Mei 2015

I tried to visualize my first dream that i've rescued successfully from fading childhood memories. It was a nightmare for a five y.o. girl. The wolf was a substitute form of a dark angel from my dream. I thought that he was a gruesome angel. But he tried to save me from a big snake. He gave me an instruction, "Give the rose to the snake. It will scare of the snake. Then the snake will walk away from you." So i figured out about something, first impressions were important but not to judge the book by its cover.

But in this illustration, i changed the story a bit. The wolf and the snake were antagonist. Hahahahah. In fact, I did't have a heart to draw a dark angel, frightened me.

A Story About Gecko

This is my old drawing, The Two Jerks and The Lady With The Red Wine.

I'm posting it because I have to tell you a story.. About a gecko in the middle of the night..

When I walked alone at the terrace of a building, I saw a gecko hung down beneath the ceiling. So, I thought that all geckos could be against the earth gravitation. That's hilarious! Then I made some hums to talk with. "Hmmm hmmm hmmm ck ck ck gecko gecko!" I said. The meaning is "Hei Gecko, you're incredibly hilarious. You're a tiny little living creature and you should be called as alien too, like other creatures from the outer space! Anyway, did you know that alien in earth were an unacceptable illegal creature? You certainly didn't know it! Meanwhile, you're an acceptable creature here! That's funny."

At the ceiling, the gecko licked his/her right-eye then gave me three seconds of glimpse. Eventually, the gecko walked into the building crawly and proudly. I guessed that the gecko was trying to look like a biawak, the bigger fatter lizard. What a bigheaded you are! That's impolite way to say goodbye! I hate you! I hate you, gecko! I hate you tremendously.

There's something wrong in this planet.

End.

Cintaku Hanya Seharga Kopi Sasetan

Tuhanku sayang, hari ini saya berpuasa niat ingsun karenaMu.

Tuhan, Engkau kan tau, karena Engkau telah mengenalku begitu dalam dan akrab, saya ini sangat cinta dengan kopi. Sehingga jadi selama ini saya sering batal puasa dikarenakan kopi yang ngawe-ngawe di sana sini.

Baunya ya Tuhanku sayang... Wangi sekali...

Rasanya joss! Cespleng! Rasanya semua badan saya langsung gerak gegap gempita semua.

Rasanya, bokong saya ditendang berkali-kali dan berapi-api oleh si kopi.

Pokoknya hari ini Tuhan, puasa saya tidak akan batal lagi hanya karena secangkir kopi sasetan. Murahan sekali saya. Cintaku hanya seharga kopi sasetan. Malu sekali andaikata saya begitu. Pasti malu sekali! Malu. Malu. Malu. Malu-malu mau.

Maka saya ulangi, hari ini saya puasa niat ingsun karenaMu. Masak cintaku padaMu kalah dengan cintaku pada kopi. Saya tidak semurahan itu. Tidak Tuhan! Sungguh-sungguh tidak!

Jam habis dimakan menit.

Menit habis dimakan detik.

Detik habis dimakan waktu yang tak habis-habis.

Gelisahku dengan kopi pun tak habis-habis.

Sudah waktu dhuhur,

bagaimana kalau saya puasa bhedug saja ya Tuhanku sayang? Aduh... pliss... 
Tuhan maafkan aku, ahhh... Hamba khilaf. Kopi menggodaku, Tuhan tolong kuatkan imanku, mbak-mbak cantik di depanku sudah menyajikan kopi sasetan merek baru entah apa karena aromanya wangi sekali dan saya baru kenal baunya siang ini. 
Ah kopi ini setan. Mbak-mbak yang tadi baru saja lewat memang cantik tapi saya lebih kesetanan dengan kopi daripada mbak-mbak tadi.

Tuhan plisss tolong kuatkan imanku. Kuatkan cintaku padamu. Bukan pada kopi. Hamba tak sudi semurahan itu.

Cintaku padaMu tak semurahan itu!

Masak kalah dengan kopi?

Baru juga godaan kopi. Bagaimana dengan godaan lainnya? 
Oh Tuhanku sayang, selamatkan hamba.

Cintaku padaMu tak semurahan itu!

Namun perkaranya tak semudah itu!

Kopi dimana-mana.

Kopi masih dimana-mana.

Jalan ke sana kopi.

Jalan ke situ kopi.

Saya ada di pabrik kopi.

Saya dibayar untuk mengantar kopi-kopi sasetan yang sudah terseduh di cangkir kepada para pembesar.

Sudah waktu dhuhur, bagaimana kalau saya puasa bhedug saja ya Tuhanku sayang?

Henpon-ku berdering, ternyata istriku menelepon,

"Sabar ya sayang... Waktu dhuhur telah tiba, sebentar lagi. Sudah setengah jalan... Sabar ya sayang..."

Tuhan, Engkau menyelamatkanku!

Terima kasih ya Tuhanku, Engkau menolongku.

Engkau menciptakan istri sehebat itu.

Tentu aku lebih mencintai istriku daripada jahanam kopi-kopi sasetan itu.

Kugunakan logika berpikir, sudah setengah jalan, dan aku tak mau semurahan itu.

Cintaku tak hanya seharga kopi sasetan!