I was volunteering this morning at a local office, serving breakfast for poor and homeless people. There was at least 300 people came by, a hundred more than we expected. But the routine is always the same, the door is open to anyone, since this is Christmas (I hope we could do it everyday).

A big short 70ish old year guy sat down, and kept his mouth shut all the time. He seemed to think about something. Something hard. Then suddenly I saw him -since I was standing only 5 or 10 feet away from him- throwing away his plate and he shouted "This is not my idea of Christmas!" Everybody was looking at him, and he hurriedly walked toward the exit door.

First I was so mad. I knew that I'm the one who fixed the food that he wasted. My parents always taught me not to waste any food on your plate. But this old guy just didn't care about me or everybody else. You don't like it, fine! At least do harm to yourself, not to others.

I followed him to ask him why he did that, maybe I could be firm to him by saying that his behavior was not appropriate. As I was closer to him, I could hear him sobbing. This is not good, I told myself. Now I started feeling bad for myself because I was mad at him. Kinda offended by what he just did, now I started to understand that it was not about food at all.

I touched his shoulder and greeted him. After introducing my name, I politely asked him to sit down with me. Now I am all ears, I said to him. And what he told me was really beyond my imagination. I wouldn't write it here, maybe next time. But no matter what kind of idea of Christmas you have in mind, isn't Christmas all about unexpected things waiting to happen?

Wish you all a merry and joyful Christmas. I really do.

Minggu lalu ketemu adiknya temen gue. Di antara mereka sekeluarga, dia yang paling cakep (dan paling sexy dan paling putih).

Sejak pertama kenal sama dia bertahun2 yang lalu, selalu biasa aja sikonnya. Dan jadi gak biasa ketika gue dijemput dia untuk bantuin angkat2 barang. Gue pikir siblingsnya bakal ada di situ, gak taunya mereka cabut semua. Dan baru kali ini dia pake baju yang bener2 bikin gue tarik nafas, menonjolkan cleavage di mana2.

Unlike your dirty mind, gak ada peristiwa apa2. Cuma sejak kemaren ini orang malah telpon terus. Kalo ini terjadi pas jaman kuda gigit besi, mungkin gue udah 1 nite stand sama dia. But a lot of thing have changed. Untung bukan 1 kota (karena dia kuliah di kota lain), tapi yang jadi masalah, ada rencana gue bakal pindah (or terpindah or terpindahkan?) ke kota yang sama.

Ahh.

Kesusahan sehari mungkin lebih dari cukup untuk sehari.