With Love, From Him

Got this from Ocha. Subhanallah. :)

Orang Yang Jatuh Cinta Diam-diam

...In the end, a person who secretly falls in love is only able to pray. They could only pray, after getting tired of hoping, a sort of dream that appeared from the beginning, which grew from a very small shape, and the longer they hoped the bigger it grew, the longer they hoped the farther it seemed. A person who secretly falls in love could finally at the end accept it. A person who secretly falls in love grasps the fact that reality is not always the same as what they would want it to be. Sometimes what we wanted can turn out nothing like what we needed. And to be honest, what we needed was only to rely on fate. A person who secretly falls in love could only, like what they have always done, fall in love alone.

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I decided to (unofficially) translate the ending paragraph of the first chapter of Raditya Dika's book, Marmut Merah Jambu, because this describes what I am feeling, and always had been feeling whenever I stupidly get fond of someone, so far in my ridiculously young thirteen years of living.

Was my translating bad? Ha, ha.

Marmut Merah Jambu is a book filled with bitter-sweet collections of Raditya's love experiences, both happy and sad. You should read it.

I don't know, I just felt like abusing my Hotmail.

Hello, you! :D (I say you because as I'm writing this, I haven't chosen a contact yet).

I'm writing this to you because I feel like getting to know three randoms of my contacts a little better. It's up to you how you take it, but I'm just writing this to you.

So apparently, I was given the name 'Ardianty Dharmawan'. 13 now, will go on 14 on 7th May 2011. Introverted and pessimistic, but for some reason, I'm told by my friends to stop smiling here and then. Must be because I look creepy when I smile.

Joke. You probably think I'm weird right now. Or how I should get myself a job. Well, I'm taking a break from baby-sitting my cousin. Like I said, it's up to you how you take it.

I'm not going to ask for basics. I'm not going to ask what you like and what you hate, and I'm not asking you to reply back.

So what is the point of me writing this?

Well, here in Indonesia, I'm on vacation. Although it rains on most days, the skies here are very beautiful. Azure and limitless, with puffy clouds and blue mountains bordering the horizon. The air is very fresh as well, if you live in my neighbourhood. It gets polluted with traffic, but when you live in the suburbs or in a nice and clean, green complex, cycling beneath the arching trees are great. Sadly, I only have one bicycle (well, two, but my grandpa uses that one and it's not meant for destroyed roads), so cycling gets a tad lonely. Oh, well. (Wait, how does this relate?)

In truth, I'm scared of your reply. You know how some people are, right? You want to be nice, but how you act just makes them say:

Oh. My. God. Would you please just go die?

That's serious. Suicide is NOT funny. It never was.

Sorry for bringing that up. Just the world is getting more corrupt.

If you have read this, thank you for your time. I needed to let something out.

With lots of blue skies to come,
Nawamrahd Ytnaidra.

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Above is something I actually wrote on my Hotmail. Once I finished it, I was satisfied, but then as I looked up at my contacts to select the random three, I paused. I felt odd. I felt silly. I felt chicken.

So I didn't send it. And I know that less than three people would read this right now, and why should they? It only wastes their time. And they're on holiday. They've probably forgot about blogger and their contacts now.

Well, with lots of blue skies,
From me.