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Mar 15, '07 9:00p

EVERYBODY LOVES IRENE presents LULLABY SHOW
launching release party of their debut album,
THE VERY FIRST THING YOU MUST LEARN ABOUT FLYING IS GRAVITY

thursday 15th march 2007
start from 9 PM
at PUBLIC taman ria senayan

live on the stage :
EVERYBODY LOVES IRENE

feat. special guest stars :
NREaz & THE CRAZY/BEAUTIFULS
AGHI NAROTTAMA [ APE ON THE ROOF ]
and IMAN FATTAH [ LAIN / ZEKE & THE POPO ]

with opening act from THE DYING SIRENS
and visual artwork from ANDRI LEMES
also on the deck, CELCIUS - JAVA BASS

feel the tears and feel the heats,for FREE

out now on your favorite local stores
EVERYBODY LOVES IRENE debut album
THE VERY FIRST THING YOU MUST LEARN ABOUT FLYING IS GRAVITY
with the 1st single CROP CIRCLE ME
and brand new single MEMENTO MORI

exclusive tracks preview:
www.myspace.com/everybodylovesirene


for information, please contact:

BLY 08159396946
bly@demajors.com

demajors independent music industry
jl. gandaria 1 no. 57a
jakarta

www.demajors.com
thank you.

mendayu-dayu vs meledak-ledak...
romantisme vs kemarahan...

Yogjakarta sound vs Seattle sound...
Gudeg vs Cocaine...
Kidung Mesra vs World Wide Suicide...

KLA vs Pearl Jam...

Kira-kira romantisme seperti apa sih yang ada sekarang ini? "hujan gerimis bergandeng tangan" atau "Hey I know what to do, I'm gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck you" ?

Katon Bagaskara vs Kurt Cobain? sosok mana yang lebih romantis ?

most often sleepless
when reality fled
the hidden beauty in sadness
is the "missing you" unsaid

damn the plaster
it's only first aid
i'll make it all better
without the bandage

image: Ouch! tin can plaster. Available at Aksara Book Store. Product by Worldwide Co.

"We're not only a worldwide agency, we offers integrated communication solutions as well". That is more or less the message that are send across when you browse through the agency credential in an Adobe Flash Player format.

"Let's give the client a 360 degrees approach" are often mentioned in the board room discussion during initial sharing session every time a new pitch came along the agency's way. These new pitches, when they come along our way they really rush through the pipeline just like this February rains that hit Jakarta and and flooded more than half of the city. Speaking of the recent Jakarta flood, while some might think that this writing not really knocked on facts....although I do think it is, one thing I can say for sure is that Sutiyoso who is the governor of Jakarta is absolutely and undeniably a real asshole for turning the city public open spaces into a commodity and exchangeable to commercial places which makes the city land totally helpless in absorbing rain falls.

Anyway, retreating from that line of thinking let's get back to that integrated communication solutions consisting of so many lines from above, below, and striking smack in the middle through it that would be enough to makes any heads dizzy. The kind of dizziness that comes not only from too much information but also the lack of basic understanding of what they really are. Sometimes I can sense that the client does not understand what the hell it is that they are seeing in the presentation slides and probably more concern on how much all that is going to cost their brand expenditure. The more sophisticated client on the other hand knows exactly what are the problems the brand faces and the kind of solutions that they needs and feels that they are being offered more than what they required. It's like either offering someone who shop in K-Mart an outfit by Alexander McQueen or showing a pair of Porsche in different colors to someone who already have a 10 rooms villa in Majorca overlooking the Mediterranean sea. Just from the brief they wrote you can get a sense of what they are looking for and the kind of urgency that need immediate solutions they seek from their agencies.

It's funny to see how instead of taking a careful look at the brief everyone start to think they can turn the client's brand into a distinguish brand and got all excited with "let's show them everything we have" attitude. True, an all around approach to a brand communication can never hurt the brand given the strategy is based on a insightful platform. So don't you say that I don't have that "let's win this pitch" outlook because I do. As unconventional an Ad man as I am, although not crazy at all about award winning ad, I do realize at the end of the day it's all about the freaking billing and bottom line. And if I am lucky it would also means bonuses permitting the Gods of the advertising universe are being merciful to the mortals.

Nevertheless, the facts that are sometimes forgotten in the midst of these excitement are the urgency and priorities that the client seek for that particular campaign, not to mention budget constraints which will always be the angel of death in white hooded robe ready to strike with its sharp scythe any creative ideas, even good ones if they threaten to exceed the life of the corporate balance sheet. So to come up with the all rounded approach combining the above, beyond and through the lines works sometime look more like a showcase of ego rather than for the sake of providing an integrated solutions.

But what kills me the most is to watch this bunch of highly skilled special agents with creative license do their operative planning involve little or no integrative thinking whatsoever between the inter - department personnel. The whole development process sometimes is all about one adapting to another's slide and expanding it. Still, it could turned out to be one hell of an artsy and comprehensive presentation at the end of the day. Will it actually of some use is still to be seen. If the client for some reason found it to be useful and they feel they can pay for it then it's great. Otherwise, to me the whole thing is just a creative masturbation and self - inflicting pleasure leaving nothing but cleaning up some spilled love stains at the end. Sure, go ahead have a beer and smoke afterward but for sure swallowing the cold beer and inhaling those nicotine is going to taste so much better if there were some passionate screaming that you've done with someone else just before that rather than shutting your eyes tight imagining some babes in a glossy magazines.

Some might argue that getting it off that way still feels great. I could relate to that, really. I mean in that last few seconds you don't really care whether you're alone or with someone who will let you come inside her or let you stay inside her mouth so she can swallow everything. It really doesn't matter, does it ? So I guess I still have the right to go have a cold beer and a smoke afterward just as if I actually had a real sex.

But here's a thing that will be hard to swallow even for the cheapest, ugliest, horniest and desperate street whore who would readily give you a blow job in the filthiest public toilet. Better yet, here's another analogy. There are two things that a guy fear the most during intimate moments. One is he can't get it up and the other is pre - mature ejaculation.

For the sake of being a good team player you have gone through that whole process of trying to came up with an integrated views on your part that will hang nicely with the mass communication method of the other team. Everyone is then feels good that this all around approach will give all the necessary leverage to the whole campaign. Of course I have prepared myself with a cold beer and a pack of cigarette for the afterward and sometimes I have to admit I can even bring myself looking forward to the afterward smoke and self - cuddling. So come the presentation day and everyone is all gungho and thirsty for client's blood. After which you found out something terrifying during the presentation through all the politeness the client can pull together. Either they told you that they don't need to hear your part of of the presentation or they put up with the whole presentation and later told you that for now just as mentioned in the brief, they only needed to focus on the other communication method. Perhaps on a later phase they would go with the direction you have proposed in your part.

Now, this happened to me twice this week on two different campaigns. Imagine this, you're lying there naked in bed with your woman and say "this never happen to me before" or " it's not you, it's me". But if that happens twice in a week with that same woman I can say you will either started to get really pissed with yourself or looking for someone to blame. One thing for sure you can't bear to think that this woman will start thinking you are another asshole in town besides the governor.

Image done by mikofanclub on Flickr

in between two opened laptops
half empty and half full glasses of cold beer

what i want is to be away from here
between the sheets
white and rumpled
with sea breeze flowing into an opened french window

two opened laptops
lets empty the glasses
close the damn laptops
open the window and blow a hole on the wall

away...away..away....

..."Yes, it's about time !"
"Maksud loe?" tanya dia sambil menghembuskan lagi asap rokok ke udara. Mataku menonton gumpalan asap melayang - layang dan kemudian tersedot exhaust fan yang terpasang persis di atas meja kami. "Suck it hard, baby" khayalanku kembali bermain sendiri sambil melirik kearah bar dimana tadi aku bertemu Nadine.
"Apaan yang about time bro, udah pantesnya gue suntuk maksud loe ?" katanya lagi sambil menutup laptop Sony Vaio 12 Inch nya dan membungkusnya dengan tas kecil yang terbuat dari semacam bahan untuk diving wetsuit berwarna hitam. "Kondom laptop nya keren juga" aku berkomentar dalam hati.
"Bukan, lama banget untuk nyampe ke meja ini dari pintu. Rame banget sih malem ini ?" jawabku setengah bertanya.
"Perseverance bro, perseverance....hidup ini butuh ketekunan dan kesabaran" jawabnya dengan gayanya yang khas seakan sedang membeberkan rahasia hidup yang luar biasa penting .
"Buset dah, dalem pak....beneran suntuk abis loe kayanya". Dia tidak menjawab dan kembali menghembuskan asap rokoknya ke udara. Mataku kembali menonton adegan ulangan felatio di udara. Bau cengkeh dari rokok kretek kegemarannya itu menghapus sisa-sisa akhir aroma jeruk nipis dan oyster yang masih bertengger di alam bawah sadar pikiranku.
"This song can really bring the mood to the lowest level of any soul" katanya lagi sambil menghabiskan sisa bir di gelasnya.

..And so it is
..The shorter story
..No Love, no glory
..No hero in her sky

Duduk di hadapannya aku dapat menangkap sedikit cuplikan lirik dari lagu yang keluar dari speaker Bose yang terpasang di setiap sudut tempat ini.
"Lagu nya sapa nih, bros ?" aku bertanya kepadanya.
"Ngga tau" jawabnya singkat. Dia berdiri melepas jaket kulit model bikers nya dan kemudian mengangkat tangannya untuk memanggil waitress yang sedang lewat dekat meja kami.
"Bir dua lagi ya May" katanya kepada si waitress yang memakai baju hem putih longgar dan apron hitam panjang.
Aku diam saja membiarkan dia memesan bir untuk kita berdua. Sebuah ritual lama yang selalu dia lakukan apabila kita sedang berada di bar.
"Pakabs Dante....lama ngga keliatan" sapa Mayar si waitress sambil mencatat pesanan kami berdua.
"Baik, eh ini lagu siapa sih May?" tanyaku.
"The Blower's Daughter ...lagunya Damien Rice dari film Closer. Sebentar ya aku ambilin bir nya" katanya sambil beranjak dari meja.
"Blower's daughter.....apa tuh artinya?" kata Pally.
"Ngga tau...but I used to know an ambassador's daughter once. Ga sama ya?" jawabku sambil terkekeh.
"hehehe, that's old story men. Eh ngobrol ama sapa tadi loe di bar?"
"Sama Nadine, belom nyapa dia kesini?" jawabku
"Tuh lagi jalan kesini doi"
"Hey gorgeous" suara halus dibelakangku terdengar menyapa temanku.
"Nadine, what the fuck is a blower's daughter? blow job atau apa?" temanku
membalas sapaan Nadine.
"Hah, blow who's daughter? segitu kangennya loe ama gue, baby?"
"Kangen kangen banget sih ga tapi kalo blom ada bini ama anak empat I wouldn't mind you drag me to the toilet now and discuss about who's blowing who"
"Ah Dan, you're pally is still the outspoken muthafukka as always" Nadine tertawa sambil bersandar di bahuku.
"Outspoken and honest as always, Nad" jawab temanku.
"Ngga nyambung banget dialognya dua orang ini" aku bergumam dalam hati sambil kembali melirik exhaust fan di atasku lalu beralih ke Mayar yang datang membawa dua gelas bir.

"Empat ?, bukannya loe punya tiga brandals laki?" tanya Nadine.
"Baru dapet cewe tiga bulan yang lalu"
"Wow, selamat selamat. Seneng banget kalian pasti akhirnya dapet baby girl" Nadine beranjak dari bahuku dan mencium temanku.
"Thank's Nad, she added colors to my life now. I see plenty of colours thru my children eyes, bapak nya sudah meluntur color nya" jawab temanku.
"Ngga lah, you're still as savage as I first knew you baby. Not to mention the most honest guy I ever knew" kata Nadine sambil memeluk temanku.
"Melankolis abis, plis de" aku nyeletuk sambil meneguk bir dinginku.
"Savage quality is meluntur bro, the sign of old age and mind" temanku menjawab sambil nyengir.
"Oke guys, got to get back to my circle now, salam buat Zeska and the kids ya, baby" kata Nadine.
"Bye Nad" koor kita berdua membalas pamitan Nadine.

"So, apalagi yg baru lately in your life Pally ?" tanya temanku.
"Ga banyak, still obsess about myself. The same emotional turmoil and confusion. same old thing"
"Tell me something I dont know..."
"I dont think I can, Pally" jawabku
"Thats my Pal O Mino, the same emotional turmoil and confusion forever"
"Siyap!. story of my life. The only different is now I have a caring and loving wife who put up with all my shits and I'm grateful for that" jawabku.
"Bener boss, honesty, perseverance dan gratefullness. At the end of the day life is all about them" kata si Pally sambil matanya mencari Mayar lagi. Setelah sukses memanggil Mayar untuk dua gelas bir lagi si Pally kembali bertanya.
"Speaking about ambassador's daughter, do you know why she broke up with me that time?"
"Ga tau, kenapa emang"
"I DONT FUCKING KNOW THATS WHY I'M ASKING YOU BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT KNOW SOMETHING I DONT..HA.. HA.. HA" si Pally berteriak sambil tertawa.
"Lucu abiz nih..sumpe" jawabku sambil tertawa keras juga.
"Gue ketemu si Hari di airport KL minggu lalu, terus dia nanya kenapa gue ga jadi sama si putri dubes itu" lanjut si Pally.
"Tuh orang ga punya hal yang lebih penting lagi di kepalanya sampe nanya soal kaya gitu?" kataku sambil menghabiskan sisa-sisa tertawaku. "secara stuck in the past, gitu lho" lanjutku lagi.
"The only good thing about the past is only one thing and one thing only, it's ours" jawab si Pally.
"Jadi loe juga sampe sekarang ga tau alasen sebenernya kenapa waktu itu putus?" tanyaku.
"Nope" jawabnya singkat.
"I guess being honest to our true feelings is not so easy" aku bergumam sendiri.
"Maksudnya?" tanya si Pally
"Ya kalo sampe ga tau alesannya kenapa then someone is not being honest about something, gitu lho"
"Maybe not" kata si Pally "...and the shitty shit that shit the shit is that this damn song for sure does not help my state of mood....Mayar !" lanjutnya sambil memanggil Mayar.

Aku kembali melirik exhaust fan diatas. Honesty, Perseverance, and Gratefulness. Being honest to ourselves and our feelings needs perseverance and it could lead to being grateful of what we have now. Without the last two I probably already kill myself....mataku kembali menonton adegan favoritku antara si asap dan si kipas exhaust sambil merenungkan apa yang baru saja terjadi.
"Mayar.....bisa pasangin Brother to Brother nya Gino Vanelli ngga?" tanyaku sambil mengambil gelas bir ketiga dari tangannya.

..Brother to brother
..Now don't let the devil get you down
..Oh 'cause it's bread and it's butter
..That makes this whole damn world
..Round and round

"Cakep mister lagunya.....ngomong-ngomong gimana ceritanya nih soal We're Brothers Movement dengan de gandaz?" si Pally berkata sambil menyentuhkah gelas birnya ke gelasku.

Baca Putri Duta Besar (Bag 1) dan (Bag 2)

...Batu ungu Aquatis dan aroma jeruk nipis dari tiram itu membuatku menatap mahluk mentah yang licin dan basah dalam tiram itu seakan berharap menemukan sebutir mutiara hitam yang sedang bersembunyi. "ngga deh" aku menjawab sambil melihat wajah si pemilik tangan halus. "it's an aphrodisiac, you know" jawabnya sambil tetap menjulurkan mahluk mentah itu di hadapanku. Mendengar kata aphrodisiac secara otomatis oyster licin dan basah itu berubah menjadi sekilas ilustrasi erotis dari sebuah titik sensual wanita. Aku tersenyum sendiri dengan kilasan nakal tersebut dan sekaligus menjadikan itu sebagai senyuman menolak halus tawaran aphrodisiac yang aku rasa bermakna ganda dari Nadine, si pemilik batu Aquatis dan seorang invesment banker handal dari sebuah rumah trading yang berbasis di Hong Kong. "Kapan dateng Nad?" tanyaku sambil memegang tangan kiri nya yang memegang segelas white wine dan mengecup pipi nya.
"Udah dari dua hari yang lalu" jawabnya sambil tetap memutar-mutar oyster itu di depanku hidungku.
"Stop that, you corporate raider" kataku sambil mengelak tiram yang melayang-layang di udara. "Perusahaan sapa yang jadi korban kali ini ?" tanyaku lagi.
"Adalah, BUMN cupu....tadi pagi due dilligence nya" katanya sambil menenggak white wine nya. "Here, swallow it's good for you" katanya lagi menyodorkan oyster itu lagi.
"I don't swallow but you do, don't you?" aku berbisik di telinganya sambil mengecup pipinya dan berjalan sambil melambaikan tanganku.
"Fuck you, baby" katanya sambil meniupkan ciuman dari jauh.

Aku menoleh kebelakang dan melihat dia membalas lambaian tanganku dan menghilang kembali kedalam lingkaran teman-temannya. Aku tersenyum dan ingatanku melayang ke hari-hari dimana kita berdua sedang mengambil program S2 dibidang International Business. Otaknya yang cemerlang banyak membantuku menyelesaikan beberapa kasus studi. Hubungan pertemanan kita cukup dekat walaupun tidak pernah sampai ada ikatan emosional yang mendalam selain beberapa kali dia menghabiskan malam di tempatku sambil bercerita mengenai pembuktian diri di dunia kerja yang didominasi oleh laki-laki. "Men are dogs" katanya. Snoop doggy dog, tell me something I don't know, darling aku sering bilang ke dia.

Kembali aku melanjutkan perjalanan menuju meja pojok dimana temanku sudah menunggu. Kepadatan di sekitar ujung meja bar agak menipis dan memungkinkan aku untuk mempercepat langkahku. Perjalananku dari pintu masuk tadi ternyata memerlukan ketekunan yang luar biasa untuk mencapai ke meja pojok itu. Pada akhirnya sampai juga aku di meja pojok itu dan melihat sedikit kepala teman ku menyembul dari balik laptop yang terbuka. "Wassup Pally" sapa ku. "Pally" panggilan yang sudah belasan tahun kita berdua pakai untuk menyapa satu sama lain. "Wassupppppp.....suntuk abis jreng" jawabnya sambil meniup asap Jie Sam Soe nya ke monitor laptop.....(bersambung)

Aku mengintip kedalam lewat kaca pintu kayu itu dari luar, setengah basah karena gerimis hujan yang tiba-tiba saja turun beberapa saat yang lalu. Dari antara tempelan berbagai macam kartu kredit dan tanda "OPEN" yang tergantung di pintu kaca itu aku melihat dia sudah duduk di meja pojok dengan laptop terbuka dan gelas bir yang masih setengah penuh.

"Tumben udah dateng duluan" ujarku dalam hati dan kubuka pintu kayu tua itu dengan menarik setengah paksa serta masuk kedalam membawa udara dingin bulan November dari luar bersama ku. Aku berjalan melewati meja-meja yang sudah penuh terisi oleh pelanggan resto & bar ini yang sebagian besar adalah orang-orang yang itu-itu juga sambil menyapa beberapa dari mereka. Sapaan ku lebih merupakan ekspresi sopan santun karena sebetulnya aku lebih kenal wajah mereka daripada nama. Mereka membalas menyapa tanpa menyebut namaku . Aku yakin merekapun hanya mengenal sosok ku yang sering terlihat duduk di meja pojok itu atau di meja bar yang terbuat dari kayu eboni yang permukaannya sudah sangat mengkilap dari gosokan lap bartender selama bertahun-tahun.

Barangkali hanya orang-orang tertentu saja yang kebanyakan dikenal dengan nama oleh para pengunjung tempat ini yaitu para pelayan dan bartender yang sebagian besar menjadi pekerja paruh waktu dan terdiri dari pelajar sebuah universitas yang terletak tidak jauh dari tempat ini. Diluar mereka aku rasa mayoritas pelanggan tempat ini terdiri dari wajah-wajah "familiar" tanpa nama. Sambil terus bergerak menuju meja pojok untuk menemui temanku itu aku berpikir mungkin itu sebabnya aku menyukai tempat ini karena merasa dapat menjadi "invisible" namun pada saat yang sama masih merasa "dirumah" dengan teguran ramah dari para pekerja paruh waktu itu. "Kamu sangat tidak menarik kalo sedang seperti itu" pernah seorang teman bilang itu kepadaku mengenai ketrampilan sekaligus hobi ku untuk menjadi "invisible". Tapi tempat ini serasa menawarkan secara alami suasana untuk bisa menjaga jarak atau menghilang tanpa merasa seperti terpaksa harus melangkah keluar dari lingkaran realita sekitar untuk mengamati kehidupan nyata dari luar kedalam.

Mendekati daerah bar ruang gerak ku semakin sempit dan dengan sedikit susah payah aku ber navigasi sambil menenteng tas ransel laptop ku melewati orang-orang yang berdiri di sepanjang bar eboni itu sambil memegang gelas minuman yang kebanyakan bir hitam sesuai dengan karateristik tempat ini sebagai sebuah Irish Bar. Mendekati ujung meja bar aku tiba-tiba berhadapan dengan sebuah tangan halus yang menyodorkan kerang oyster tepat didepan hidungku. "Hey stranger...mau ngga?" menyusul suara halus si pemilik tangan yang wajahnya belum terlihat saat itu. Hidungku mencium aroma jeruk nipis yang telah disemprot kedalam rumah oyster itu dan tatapan mataku berpindah-pindah secara bergantian dari rumah kerang ke cincin batu alam Aquatis besar berwarna ungu yang melingkar di jari tengahnya dan terakit dalam cincin dengan ukiran perak Bali yang indah.....(bersambung).

"You did what ??!"
I remembered screaming that before waking up. I looked at the digital number on my cell phone, 5.24 am. Damn, the stupid bad dream which I couldn't even remember what was it all about now is making me wide awake. I looked around my bedroom still not wanting to part from the warmth cocoon of my comforter and try to search for the daylight coming through the crack of my bedroom window curtain. It was still dark outside. I lie there underneath my blanket and looked again at my cell phone, 5.27 am.

"Might as well get out of bed" I thought to myself. I threw the comforter off my body, and felt the chill of the air conditioned room. Walking toward my desk I grabbed the cold mug of coffee from last night and took it with me. I sat down in the chair and sipped my cold coffee while looking out the window. The sky is still greyish in color from the deficit of sunrise which should appear in the next few minutes. In the stillness of this early morning silence I can hear the Ikea wall clock ticking showing the time to be 5.29 am.

"What are you doing ?" I said.
"The usual, preparing for breakfast"
"You drink your milk yet ?" I asked again.
"Of course, I'm making tofu now"
"How many, two as usual ?" I was half guessing and asking at the same time.
"Yup, you had breakfast yet?"
"I will later, maybe Belgian waffle" I said grinning to myself at the thought of having the hot thick waffle with butter and maple syrup.
"Be right back, I think my tofu is done"

I look back out the window and can now see the sun already out. The red hibiscus flower that grew on one of the tallest branch near the window is wet from the morning mist. I turned on the TV and switch the channel to the morning news. Not really watching I turned back to the view from my window and take another sip of my cold coffee.

"I'm back"
"Hey there, you had your tofu?" I asked.
"Yes"
"That was quick" I said.
"You ate yet?"
"Nope, later" I answered.
"Don't forget your vitamins"
"I won't" smiling at the reminder.

The voice of the newscaster on TV is now switching to Mandarin. I watch the sub-title text to follow the news a little bit.

"Be right back again, k?"
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm just going to take out the the laundry and hang them to dry"
"K" I replied shortly.

All of a sudden I heard the scream of the alarm from my cell phone. My hand frantically came out from underneath the warm comforter trying to search for the noisy handset to shut it off. I looked at the digital number display, 8.00 am.

I lie still for a moment feeling the warmth cocoon of my comforter and playing back the dream I just had. A short and forgotten bad dream within a nice long dream. I then threw the comforter off my body and walked towards the door.

I miss the two soybeans rituals.
I miss the view from the window.

I open my bedroom door and head straight to the kitchen to make myself a fresh brewed coffee. Passing by the Ikea wall clock the time is now 8.05 am.

Image Source: Agedashi Tofu

The speakers not far above me was announcing the flight to Greece. I sat still on my bench and deeply inhaled the smoke from my Marlboro in the small aquarium - like smoking cubicle.

I looked at my watch and took a mental note of the time and calculating the time I have left before I required to hand in my boarding pass to that petite but full - bodied and sensual looking ground crew attendant with the high splitting body hugging qi pao dress. I decided that there is still enough time to look for a nice cozy corner table and order a cup of espresso.

I stood up from my bench and carrying my only hand carry luggage which is my backpack laptop case I walked toward the nearest pub and started to search for an empty corner table. I could immediately see all corner tables were empty as if they were waiting for me and watching me smoking myself to death in that see through glass cubicle. I chose the corner table located nearest to the gate and next to the Deli Shop. After ordering my single espresso I again heard the announcement for the flight to Greece.

My mind then formed a picture of one of the Greek island, Santorini and the blinding all white cubism buildings stacked on a towering cliff facing the sea. Opened window to a white cemented balcony with colorful flowers growing from a clay pot. The sound of seagulls was heard together with the sea breeze bringing the smell of the ocean onto the balcony and into the bedroom with oversize bed that has a slept - in look from the rumpled white sheets. The morning sun is accompanying a small breakfast table with white tablecloth and two cups of coffee and plates of toasted bread. I could see the image of butter and a stack of pancakes with maple syrup at one side of the table eagerly awaiting for whoever made it moments ago to taste the rich mix of flour and milk together with sweet honey.

My espresso came and momentarily disturb me from that nice imagery of morning breakfast at that terrace by the sea. I took small sip of my espresso and start looking around my corner table. I stop at the direction of the Deli Shop next to my table and could sniff the smell of the typical delicatessen products being display at the rack closest to me. My eyes then caught the sight of the name plate of the shop, PJ Deli.

I looked closer at the racks and could see a line of small bottled jams that were lining up on the top shelf of the rack. Looking very closely now at the line up bottles I could see a yellow color bottle of marmalade jam. As if knowing I was looking at it the marmalade bottle seemed to willingly opened its close cap and offered the sweet scent of fresh orange skin toward my direction. This flow of smell formed an intimate union of scents with my espresso which made my blood rush and almost unconsciously I started to deeply sniff my espresso as if I worship that small cup of coffee.

I knew now what to add to the white clothed breakfast table in the balcony facing the sea, a bottle of marmalade jam. That fresh marmalade scent will flow inside to the white sheet oversize bed and formed a perfect union with the left over intimate smell from the night before.

As I took my last sip I heard my flight was being announced. I stood up and walked toward that ground crew attendant who was busy checking the boarding pass of the passengers getting into the jetbrige. As the distance to where she stood became nearer, I wondered what she would looked like lying in that oversize bed. Her skin half covered with white sheet in an all white cubism style house by the sea, mixed with the scents of marmalade skin from the breakfast table in a white balcony blew in by the morning sea breeze.

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