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Tadi pagi aku berangkat rada telat, gara2 iseng nyelesein novel dulu ... hahaha ... parah. Emang telat banget :p orang lain dah heboh sejak jaman kapan ... aku baru baca Pramoedya sekarang. Kuno, ketinggalan jaman, bebal, etc etc .. terserah deh hehehe. Anyway, aku sebel banget ama tokoh Annelies di novel itu. Cewek indo, cantik, kaya, hmmm kurang apa coba. Tapi rapuh banget. Begitu cowoknya gak tinggal bareng dia lagi, langsung sakit keras, demam. Ada masalah dikit, sakit lagi. Ihh, segitu cengengnya :( ... ato mungkin itu tipikal cewek awal abad 20?

Bukan berarti aku nggak cengeng lho *buru2 mencari pembenaran sebelum diprotes :))* Sedih sih sedih ... nangis sih nangis aja ... tapi menurutku, jadi cewek itu harus mandiri. Gak boleh tergantung sama orang lain, apalagi tergantung sama pasangan. Dah kuno. Apalagi dengan struktur sosial yang mau gak mau harus diakui masih sering memandang cewek itu lebih rendah dari cowok, maka harus lebih mandiri lagi dong. Maksudku gini, ok lah kalau aku (misalnya) punya tampang cantik, kerjaan ok, pasangan ada, maka beruntunglah aku. Lha kalo nggak? Siap2 dengan pandangan masyarakat yang suka dengan sinis bertanya, "Apalagi sih yang ditunggu, kapan nikah?" ... atau diam2 memandang kita sebagai makhluk aneh karena hidup sendirian. Nah, kalau kita termasuk golongan yang kurang beruntung itu, maka mau gak mau kita harus jadi cewek yang lebih mandiri dong biar bisa survive ... sukur2 nemu pasangan (yang mo menerima kemandirian kita dan duduk sejajar sama kita ...)

Hehehe ... apaan sih ini, siang2 ngelantur kayak gini. Yah, it's only my thought which suddenly came over my mind ... Bukan berarti aku juga selalu mandiri dan tegar, at least, itu yang selalu aku usahakan selama ini hehehe ...

Hhhh, sudahlah. Back to work again. Anyway, I am missing my best friend, nonton Angelique Widjaja ke Bali gak pulang2, jadi belum bisa cerita menumpahkan uneg2 neh :)

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