Nerdy Bugya

Today I was being silly and asked Red why he loves me after he said so. "I don't know," he said. And I asked why. "I can't describe it in words, but I'll show it in measures then you'll know." That's sweet, I gotta admit. And then he asked the very same question why I loves him. I said the truth so from now on I think I don't have any hidden feelings or significant secret to him.

My life was sad and weary before I met him. I used to fight for something I don't know, fighting so hard to something I don't even sure of it. I failed and it drove me crazy for a while. There's a time when I feel like nothing. Well, I'm not pretty. I'm not slim or bootylicious. I'm not so smart or famous. I'm just a plain ordinary girl. Too plain.

I'm a bookworm, I'm a freak who could spent months without TV, just music and books. My favorite songs and movies are lame cause I'm crazy about something classic and oldies. I never met someone who listen to bossanova (some don't even knows what it means) or Edith Piaf (French opera singer, 1915 - 1963) or someone who pay some interest to Emily Dickinson (American's writer, 1830 - 1886) or thinks that African language is interesting somehow. Or did I have friends who watched One Fine Day (1996) and thinks that it's good?

In other words, I feel like.. I a nerdy. I lost my confidence today when I see something I shouldn't have. I feel different. I know, A.A. Milne was wrote "The things that make me different are thing that make me." But I feel worry somehow. There's a fear inside of me, a fear that I'm lame and boring and .. well I lost the words.

I'm just thinking what makes me attractive? What makes Red likes me?
Should I still be my own self or should I change into a better woman? Like someone who'll spend her money in bags or dolls or make up (yes, I know how stupid I am in make up thing. Make up, not make out :p)

So I said to Red that my life used to be so empty. There was just me, worries, tears and fears that I kept all by myself. And then I met him, world seems nicer and better. He always could makes me laugh even with no jokes at all. And he makes my life so.. colorful. I'm like a rainbow without colors and he's like a painter, came into my life and make it colorful.

Okay, it's late and I'm getting sleepy a bit. Maybe that's why I'm kinda confused of what I wrote and it's messy random things.

A Piece of Regret

I just thought, what kind of person I'll become later? Maybe next year, 3 years, 5 years or probably 10 years later?

Today I was take a look into my friends' life. And they looks happy with their life. I feel jealous, envy for a while, to realize that my life wasn't that great. A boy friend of mine are studying in the Bandung Technology Institute, he takes astronomy major and he used to play along with me when we were in elementary school. My girl friend, my ex friend in junior high are studying on there, too. My best friend in junior high went to Auckland, my ex-classmates in senior high went to Australia, my other ex-classmates went to Jakarta's Art Institute and being a movie maker, my ex-toddler group went to Singapore and learn fashion in the NAFA (and that's exactly I want to be a year ago).

And what about myself today? Well I'm not gonna say that I'm stuck in Bandung or something like that. I feel good to have myself in there and thank God I'm not in Jakarta cause my life would suck if I have a college life in here, I'll never get my liberty in here. I'm just an ordinary girl in a national tourism school. I learn how to managed some event perfectly and..

I don't know. I thought my life in Bandung were fun. In day I become a good student and when the night comes, sometimes, I went out to somewhere with pals and that's all. I should pleased with that, I should satisfied with that. And I was, but today I'm not.

I can talk to no one about this cause I don't think anyone will understand my point of view or what I actually want.. If Red read this post, maybe he'll understand somehow.. and understand why I don't want to be here, safe in my home. Cause I feel no happiness in here. I could be happy for a while, in days when I don't think about it and try to convince myself that everything's gonna be alright..

But when I wake up in a morning, to think about things I might have if only my Dad knows what I actually want to have, what I really want to reach in my own life, I'm drowning in my own tears. I don't think I asked too much. I just want to live a life that I love.

You know what, sometimes I feel like he always make me choose the path he wants me to choose, not my own path of life. To think about a year ago, I was so down cause he breaks my dream and somebody (I don't blame him) or maybe something ruin my life all at once. Nobody know that I've got a crazy mental breakdown a year ago. And I never share it to anybody (except Jean who always care and understand, somehow) and it's drove me crazy lately.

A year ago, in my last year in senior high school, I'm ready to face anything if I allowed to enter a fashion school. If I have to be pitty in one or two first year, I'm ready and I'll say "Let it be." In my head I kept thinking, maybe my life would be hard. But that's fine cause I'd rather take a chance than have myself drowning in regrets when I'm too old to do what I want, with all the responsibility and blah blah blah. I was ready, then it just disappear so easily. I am my daddy's little girl so I have to be in line he wants to.

And see? I spent my days with nothing but wondering what if I have more power to some riot and fight for my dream. I'm in the second biggest regret right now. Though I'm in the major that I want to learn, Bandung wasn't even my third choice. It was my last choice, the choice that I'll take only if I failed. It's my last back-up plan, the plan that I took with sighs and I wish I never take it but I took.

My first one was fashion design. Or fashion business and retail, it doesn't matter for me. But thay thought I would like Visual Communication Design. That's different but they don't care.
The second was creative writing and literature, to be a screen writer. And sadly, I don't get the seat in university I want to.
The third was movie maker, but they told me to do advertisement and I don't want it. Can't they see the difference of screen writer and advertising?
And the last, the very last choice. Tourism. I like it, but I don't love it as much as my love to my first, second and third choice.

And my desperate thought brings me to another thought: am I that dumb?
I'll wrote it later about how I feel nothing, dumb and not smart enough. Even for myself.

Completed

Yes. To have you here with me makes me imperfectly perfect and totally complete.

And all I can wish for is a hope that we will always be the same, never change and together as long as possible.

Dating in A Bookstore

So yesterday Red came to Jakarta. He looks different cause he's not shaving for two weeks, and I think it's the longest time he didn't, to remind that out school is freaky discipline. I promise to pick him up in the station (which is sounds like an 50's drama though). As he standing there, waiting for me, I feel amazed of something that I can tell. It's not like he's cool or something (or maybe yes, in my eyes he always looks amazing) but that's not the point. I can't find the right words.. until today, I wrote this in my living room, and I found the answer.

My head said, "You miss him badly, stupid."

My heart said yeah, and yes it's true.

Last night, as I wrote in my diary (which is had changed become "Dear Goat Letters" A Diary of A Childish Woman") and I counted. It's been 17 days since the last time we met, a day before Christmas. It was 17 days but somehow it feels like months.

I don't know where to go, and he said it's all up to myself where we'd go, so I decided to go the my favorite bookstore and spent the days in there, though I'm not sure he'll like it.. I thought he'll get bored but he said nothing and makes me feel.. confused. I actually don't care where we go as long as I'm with him. But he said nothing. Two friend of us makes a jokes that we have a date in a bookstore. That sounds funny for them, I guess -_-

Well, it's nice to see yo Red. Hope the holiday won't take long so I could see you as much as I want to.

College-girl Report

Sorry, I almost forgot. It's 2011, which is means the new semester will begin in February but in past 6 months I haven't post something about my college life (don't mention Red cause even though he's a part of my college life, he's got a different case).

So this is my new life. The life that I'm living right now though now it's holiday time. Yes, I'm wearing uniform but the craziest part is: I wear heels. And that's the rules. Pretty crazy. Laugh, baby, laugh. It would look silly if I'm being compared with others.

My photo class.

Management & Business of Convention 2010.

Bandung Tourism Institute.

at National Palace, October 2010, first field trip to Bogor and Jakarta.

sneak peak!

Left to Right: Gita and Danti (from other class), Revita and me.

Behind the scene of Expose Interpretation 2010: Explore the Hidden Dimension of Heritage

at school November 2010

photo taken by Molly my classmates (p.s. he's a guy, not a girl)

Left to Right: Kelly, Revita and me.

Before we went to Table Manner Class, events that held by Revita & Molly.

Campus, November 2010.

Official (and the latest) photo class.

Jonas Photo, Riau Avenue, Bandung, December 2010

The Very Sweet of Goethe

Nähe des Geliebten

Ich denke dein, wenn mir der Sonne Schimmer
Vom Meere strahlt;
Ich denke dein, wenn sich des Mondes Flimmer
In Quellen malt.

Ich sehe dich, wenn auf dem fernen Wege
Der Staub sich hebt;
In tiefer Nacht, wenn auf dem schmalen Stege
Der Wandrer bebt.

Ich höre dich, wenn dort mit dumpfem Rauschen
Die Welle steigt.
Im stillen Haine geh ich oft zu lauschen,
Wenn alles schweigt.

Ich bin bei dir, du seist auch noch so ferne.
Du bist mir nah!
Die Sonne sinkt, bald leuchten mir die Sterne.
O wärst du da!

translation:

Near His Beloved

I think of you when sunlight on the ocean

Glimmers at noon;

I think of you when glowing rivers mirror

The risen moon

I see you in the rise of dust that covers

The distant ridge,

In each deep midnight where the wanderer quivers

On the bridge

I hear you in the low and muffled rustle

of rolling seas,

I often go to quiet groves and listen

To things at peace

And am with you, however far you are,

And know you're near!

Oh, what I'd give, as sun gives way to star,

To have you here!

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I Miss Red :(

Today I have some thought that home is where your heart belong, and where you wants to be, but it's not about a place.

It's January 4th and still, 1 month more to the end of this long, long holiday. Red lives in the Rain City, and it's about 2 hours from Jakarta. Well I probably can go to there by myself, maybe by train, but I don't really understand how the transportation works cause I always go to there by car. And to remember that I actually forbidden to having boyfriend like this, I can't go there. But he said he will come to Jakarta in this holiday and that's the only things that makes my holiday sweet.

Well, yes, I miss him badly. I miss him so much and it takes my breath away (sounds too much but who to blames?). I miss my Red like crazy. I bought his perfume and his shirt from Bandung to Jakarta. Every time when I think of him, I just grab his shirt and spray the perfume in my room as if he were here with me. When I'm going to sleep, I pray for him (as always) then think of him till I get sleepy and totally in dream. And even in my dream, I dream of him.

It feels like a teenager in love. I feel like 13 years old, not 18 going to 19.

And talking about missing someone, now I do realize how the different is. In my past love, I always missing him but there's nothing I could do. I can't call him just to say hi. I can't asked, "How's your day?", "Have you eat yet?" or maybe just to say "I wake up this morning, dream about you and now I miss you badly and I wish we could meet soon." There's no way I could say such words. And when I want go to bed, I can't just text him to saying goodnight. All I can do is just thinking about it, daydreaming, fell asleep with pain and wake up with insane, emptiness in my chest. I can cry, I can spent my days to writing in thick diary, I can hope, I can dream but there's nothing I could DO.

But now Red come to my life, and I don't feel so lonely anymore. I can text him just to say have a good day, wish he'll enjoy the game and win in the futsal game we crazy about. I can mention him in my tweet, just teased him with nickname I gave to him (my smelly goat in @Dondonrasta :). And I can call him just to talk about everything. Told him my dreams, recent book I read, or just talking something, anything. Thanks God that I had someone to share everything.. and now I think Vanessa Williams' Save The Best For Last could fit to me. Just when I though the chance had pass, Red go and save the best for last :)

Anyway, I MISS HIM BADLY RIGHT NOW!!!

Gee.. I wish I fell asleep tonight and wake up in last day of January, then I'll pack my things and go back to Bandung --> YES I want to meet him soon!!!!