My Own G-30/S!
Back in 1965 the Indonesian Communist Party launched a coup d’état against the government. The plot ultimately failed, though not before claiming the lives of several prominent members of the army top brass and several thousand Indonesian people in what was said to be the worst massacre after the Khmer Rouge’s in Cambodia. The whole fiasco is named G-30/S for Gerakan 30 September, or 30th September Movement.
But not all G-30/S’es are doomed to fail. I beg to differ! At least mine didn’t. *grin*. Last night I had my own G-30/S. I finally told the girl I’m affectionate with about my feelings. After some talk, adjusting our perspectives, she finally answered yes. Woohoo! My heart’s back in business, people!
But I can’t say the same for the way I expressed me feelings. No improvement whatsoever after, what, about 3 iterations and 7 years life-cycle. Darn it. So crude, so stiff, so machine-like. Argh! I blame my built-in Javanese gene for this. Javanese people have a hard-time expressing their feelings, and it seems that I’m cursed with it too. Or is it my procedural-programming-adjusted brain? I had what I’ll say planned for days, but after the first few words, it all came just like a word-vomit. I just blurted it all out, going wildly out of control, like a bull on steroids…
Anyway, mission accomplished. A proof that means doesn’t always justify the end. *grin* So, Dhini Adyawardhani, if you can read this, I’m dead serious about this relationship. I really, really, really hope we can go through this to our intended common goal. Thanks for your affirmation last night. Luv ya! :)