Bing Bong Cosplay

A pink elephant with whiskers? Elephant’s tail isn’t that fluffy. Who are you trying to impersonate buddy? Who is Bing Bong? Do you want to win this competition with that kind of cosplay? Are you choosing your cosplay based on your body shape? Will anyone recognises you?

I agreed that I’m fat but I really love Bing Bong, Riley’s imaginary friend in ‘Inside Out’. Look at how sincere he is helping Joy to get her back to the headquarter. But, well, I guess they are right. No one really remembers Bing Bong. Cosplaying as Bing Bong won’t bring me any benefit. I think I shouldn’t even cosplay in the first place and play some games in my house.

“Sir, my daughter wants to take a picture with you.” A mom pats my shoulder so I turn around and see a cute child staring intensely at me.

“Hi kid, what’s your name?” I squat down to the child eye level and trying to be as cheerful as I could be.

“Hi Bing Bong, I’m Mary, I’m 7 years old.” She knows my character. Her eyes are smiling brightly at me.

“Hi Mary, nice to meet you. Is it okay for me to lift you?” She happily looked at her mom and her mom permit it. We took pictures and before I put her down, I sing her a line of ‘The Bing Bong Song’.

“Who’s your friend who likes to play?”

“Bing Bong, Bing Bong” She replied.

“His rocket makes you yell “Hooray!””

“Bing Bong, Bing Bong”

“Who’s the best in every way, and wants to sing this song to say” I throw her into the air.

“Bing Bong, Bing Bong!” She screamed.

I gave her candies as I let her down. I waved back at Mary while she cheerfully ran around her mother. I guess being Bing Bong is okay. At least I know that not everyone forgets him.


Arthur’s Morning

Ahhh… It’s morning. The sun still on the horizon. He’s not fully awake yet but Peter is fully awake. I bet Peter’s just finished washing his body. I can smell it. Based on the timing, I think today is the day when he will leave me with a lot of leaves in his bag. I wonder why he brings a lot of leaves and then brings it back again.

“I think I will wait for a minute until Peter came out from his room.” I yawned and closed my eyes.

“Since when you can talk?” I jumped while Toddy pointed his fluffy finger to me.

“Ummm… Ummm… I think the issue is on you. How can you talk to me? We’ve been months together and I do not hear a single word.” I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head.

“You never heard me talking? I usually talked to Keroppi over there.” Keroppi didn’t respond. “Surely you never watch Ted.” Toddy continued and crossed his arms.

“Well, I never heard one.” I shook my head.

“What are you talking about. It’s a family movie.”

“Peter never brings me to watch movies.” I laid down to the floor.

“Sorry about that,” Peter said it casually.

“Wait, you’re not barking?” My ears up.

“What?! You’re the four-legged. You’re the one who barks.” Peter doubted me.

“You bark Pete.” Toddy agreed with me. “Oh, hi mom.” Toddy waved to mom.

Mom suddenly fell seeing the three of us talking to each other, I think that’s what you called pass out.

“Let’s solve Teddy bear, a dog and a human talking to each other issue later, aye? I need to wake my mom first.” Peter carried his mom back to her room then wake his father.

Good morning

The clock is beating.

The clock is ticking.

My heart is beating.

My bag is starting to feel heavier by the time pass.

My feet feel like jelly.

I feel like I could count on every droplet of my sweats on my skin.

Every pair of eyes is on me. They’re waiting for me.

I don’t see them in the eye but I know it, I could feel it.

I cleared my throat.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Harry. I’m 12 years old. I just moved to this town last week. Nice to meet you.” I smiled.

“Thank you, Harry, for your introduction, you may sit beside Jane over there.” Ms Marie points to Jane while Jane is waving her hand and smiling at me.

A sweet phone call

“Yes, I would love to.” She said YES. What in the world just happened.

“Hello, are you still there?” “Yeah, yeah… I didn’t really expect it.” I hope my heartbeat didn’t reach her cause it’s pounding really hard right now.

“What do you mean?” “Well, I was kinda hoping you turned me down.”

“You lose a bet?! I hate you, I was hoping you’re honestly asking me out. See ya.” Bro, let’s not drop this chance. Who would know when the next one will come. “Whoaaa… Wait a sec. I’m not losing a bet. I really asked you to prom with me but I kinda sure there’s another boy who asked you out already.”

“They did.” Wait WHAT???

“Hello?” “So, you’re saying yes to me?” I hope my voices don’t sound shaking.

“Yes, I’m waiting for your invitation.” If only I could scream and ran around.

“Yes, I want to know more about you and thank you for the secret letter all this time.”

“… How-how do you know?”

“I’m not an insensitive person like you. Your fonts is unique and you’re the only one who use word ‘presently’ in a right way.” Am I make it too obvious or is it too big? Geez… How come did she know about my writing.

“Hey, if a person talk to you, you respond them, especially when we’re talking through phones, okay?”

“Well, thanks for noticing.” “See, it’s not that hard and you’re welcome.” I need to check the planets arrangement today. I bet they’re aligned right now.

Would you still help me?

A young guy helped a child to cross a road. A waiter return left wallet to a customer. A group of teenager helped a family lifting their car that got stuck in the ditch. A stranger shared his umbrella. A student gave her pen to the new student. A boy holding a door for his grandparents to pass. A simple gesture, a simple attention, those little things did make a difference.

A little good thing, a small ripple but who knows how much it means for the other side. Maybe a child that being helped to cross the road accidentally got left by his family. Maybe the customer put the only cash there. Maybe the family needs to visit their relatives. Or maybe a child that being helped to cross the road just spend his idle time. Maybe the customer didn’t really bother about the wallet. Maybe the family intentionally stuck their car so they can claim the insurance. Knowing that chances, would you still help other people?

Well, I would still help another people. Why? Ask yourself why not. Caring is not the same as sharing a cake. The more you share, the lesser you get. It does not work that way. Caring is like sharing a candle flame, you do not lose what you have in the first place.  But what about the money that I’m going to spend for myself? Well, if you do really need it like another person does then spend it on yourself first. It’s not wise to spend all your belongings on the other. Love others as you love yourself. Being a yes-man doesn’t mean you’re a good person, being a yes-man means you do not give time for yourself. What if other is using or tricking me? It’s their mistake actually, not yours. Just be a lil bit wiser and notes that helping is not the same as spoiling. Don’t be a yes-man nor a yes-woman. If you do not want a beggar to buy a beer with your money then give him a coke instead of cash. Caring doesn’t mean you need to fulfil their wish, some people do not even know what they need.

Being a good person does not guarantee that you will have a smoother life too but being a good person have their own advantage, you wouldn’t know how many help that will come around the corner when you need it. Are you agree or disagree? Let me know in the comment section.

Dream job, my ass

“Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life”

Have you ever encountered this kind of quotes?

“Your dream job does not exist, you must create it.”

Or this one?

I bet all of you at least heard or seen this kind of quotes for once. “You don’t have to work if you get your dream job.” To be honest, I think a dream job is a false hope. A dream job, a job that you would love to do it every day. Sounds like lived happily ever after tales. There would be a moment when you got stuck. There would be a day that everything’s not working out. There would be a point when everything is turned upside down. Even when your job is actually okay, you would make a reason why it’s not okay.

In my opinion, a dream job is not about a job but rather a friendly atmosphere, a welcoming vibe, and a safe working space when you’re doing your duty. There will be 1001 reasons why I hate my job but I think most of the problem would come from lack of appreciation. You hate it when you meet your deadline but no one says thank you like you’re expected to do so every time. You hate it when you solved a problem but everybody talk they have a better solution in the first place. You hate it when you’re actually doing a great performance but someone else claims the credit. Imagine if you’re asking for a raise and your manager actually listens to you first before decided to not giving a raise rather than dismissed you directly.

Not that I’m discouraging you to stop working on your dream but be grateful for kind of jobs that you have right now. Maybe it’s not enough. Not enough to fulfil your want but if you able to read this post, I assume that you could fulfil your needs when there’s a lot of people still overwork but be underpaid. We have to realize that some people have privileges to chase their dreams or at least working on it, but others don’t really have any chances to do it. Everybody has their own background story, their terms, their own mindset and their own condition. Many people would want to sit in that boring chair and cubicle that you’re whining about. Be grateful that you could work under a shade, be thankful that you could slack off without any concern about living or dead, enjoy the tight schedule or deadline.

So, is a dream job is exist? Well, it would be yes and no but why don’t you enjoy your work and pursue your calling if it’s possible rather than comparing yourself to an artist, a YouTuber, or a football player. Each of them is struggling. Each of them is having their own problem. Life is not about working only after all.

Responsible Man

There he is, never too early nor too late, 6 o’clock in the morning in front of my house doing his job. His duty. His responsibility. Collecting garbage. I have never once seen him lazy doing his job. Never once I see him depressed. Never once I see him complaining about his job. A smile always accompanies him wherever he walks. I’m not joking. There were a couple times I saw him collecting plastic bottle at night and he’s still smiling. I wonder how he musters that army of positivity.

I asked him one day how he does it everyday everywhere. “No sir, I’m not always happy. But when I’m outside, I’m trying my best to spread the kindness.” He stopped for a moment. “Maybe I do not have money or food to share but I do have time to smile, to make at least my day a little bit better… I hope yours too.” He added and smiled as always.

“Lot of people, parents actually pointed their finger at me. I feel humiliated at first but when you get used to it, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m proud being a garbage collector. I’m not a psychopath. I’m not a robber. I’m not selling illegals. I get my money with honour. Maybe it’s not enough… for you. It’s actually enough for me.” His eyes beam with pride. “I do have a dream, sir. I have a dream where a garbage collector being praised or at least be respected.” That was our last conversation before I read his name in a newspaper.