Clearest View With The Blurry Vision
Posted by: myelectrodiary on: September 17, 2011
I remembered when we sat on the roof of a coffee shop in the early evening after we went around the city. You said that you wanted to see sunset. But the mother nature didn’t allow it. It was cloudy after the mizzle. But you didn’t mind it, the coffee was the only thing that mattered for you. And so the evening cigarettes were, of course. You knew that I hate coffee, so you ordered a chocolate for me. It was only you and me, and the baristas.
You put off your eyeglasses, so did I. We saw the world, sky, and ourselves with our blurry visions. But I wanted to tell you that looking at you with my blurry vision on that evening was the clearest view I’ve ever seen. I saw your face and eyes clearly, without my eyeglasses, honestly. Truthfully.
But there was nothing special between us and I didn’t hope there will be. We sat there enjoying our coffee (and of course you enjoyed your cigarettes) and chocolate until the dark came. It was a lovely day.
Madre
Posted by: myelectrodiary on: August 16, 2011
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I want to share about one of my favorite books from one of Indonesian best writers. Her name is Dewi “Dee” Lestari and her new book is called Madre. Madre is her 7th book. Madre contains her 13 short stories and poems.
The fact is I wasn’t her fan because when I read Supernova (her first book), it was too difficult for me to understand her words. But, when I read Perahu Kertas (her book before Madre), I claimed myself as her fan.
Deeis a very genius writer. She’s playing the words well in Madre. Simple, but romantic. Romantic, but it won’t make you sick. If it was a biscuit, it would be very crispy. Or it would be very delicious like when you eat breads with coffee and fruits as your dessert.
Honestly, I prefer read her short stories to her poems. Once again, it’s hard for me to get what she tried to tell on her poems. Her short stories were very nice and simple.
“Madre” in Italian means “mother”. A short story called “Madre” is the main part of this book, main part like a “mother” on this book. It tells about a young man who suddenly got a last will from a man that he didn’t know before. The man’s last will told that the young man inherited his bread paste. People around always saw the bread paste as a living thing. That sounded awkward for the young man. But, the awkwardness made a new spirit and passion for him instead.
Beside Madre, there are still another short stories and poems fromDee, which are being my favorites. There are Ingatan Tentang Kalian (a poem told about friendship), Have You Ever? (a short story told about love), Semangkok Acar untuk Cinta dan Tuhan (a short story told about the meaning of love and God for someone), 33 (I think it’s a poem given for someone’s birthday gift), and Menunggu Layang-Layang (a short story told about love).
There are still manyDee’s short stories and poems that I didn’t mention, but they’re still worth reading. I don’t know how many thumbs up that I’ll give forDeeand her ideas in making stories, her using of words, logics, and arts. I think I’ll give my two thumbs up for her. I know it doesn’t enough for her. But I only have two thumbs on my hands. ;-p
Love And A Donkey
Posted by: myelectrodiary on: August 9, 2011
It’s been over a year since he left me. It’s been a year since we didn’t talk to each other. I always try hard to convince myself that he deserves my hatred. I always try hard to convince myself that he was a jerk. I did think that being a Venom will be really nice. But, I can’t be that kind of person. And I don’t want to live my life with that kind of feelings, hatred and revenge.
Everything was really fine and nice when I was with him. He wasn’t a romantic person, but he was nice. He did treat me well. Even when he asked to break up. He did all the things smoothly. Until I knew the fact. It was like that he played a scenario for his own movie.
He asked his ex to be with him again when he was still with me. It hurt and it still does. I feel like a donkey. An animal that always be the fool one on the fables, even on Winnie The Pooh and Friends. He was still in love with her when he asked me to be his girl and I didn’t know that. He played his part as a boyfriend really well. After he broke up with me, then voila! He made a relationship again with her. Maybe I was a donkey and still a donkey. But, I was honest. When I was with him, my heart was for him too, not just my physical appearance sat next to him.
He was my first boyfriend. And I don’t know if I can get another chance to be found again by someone else. My friend said to me that I’m an introvert and it’s hard for someone to get me. Well, yeah, maybe my friend was right. I just can’t find someone else after I knew him. It’s all blurry vision. I can’t see things clearly. I know it’s a classic story about love. I now don’t even know what love is.
Well, he was my first boyfriend but he wasn’t the first one I loved. And he gave me a bad impression about boyfriend and love.
I know some people who “live alone” in my life. “Live alone” means they don’t get married. I don’t want to live my life like that, without someone I love and loves me back. But, I have no idea about love anymore. I don’t see someone who seems to love me. Or I just can’t. I know I’m still young and think about love or marriage is just too soon.
Intro
Posted by: myelectrodiary on: August 2, 2011
Hi! Let me introduce my new blog and myself. This is my new blog and I’m trying to write in English here. I’m an Indonesian, so I’m sorry if my English is so messed up. I used to write in Indonesian on my old blog. This blog will tell you about my life stories, what I feel, and what I think. Sounds selfish, huh? Haha… And maybe there will be some posts tell about my favorite songs, movies, books, places, and foods.
Call me Al-Tarf. Well, it’s not my real name. Maybe you think that I’m trying to be someone else. I don’t know whether I’m trying to be someone else, someone new, or to be my own self with my own thoughts. I’m a girl. Errr… Okay, a woman exactly. But I prefer call my self as a girl based on my behavior. Haha… This is true, I’m a girl. I don’t deceive you. “Al-Tarf” was a name given from my friend to me. “Al-Tarf” means the brightest star in Cancer constellation. Yes, I’m a Cancer, born in early July. “Al-Tarf” in Arabic means “The Last”. In Cancer constellation, “Al-Tarf” is on the rearmost of the constellation. But, “Al-Tarf” always gives its warmth to the other stars. “Al-Tarf” is not an energetic star, but it is a loyal one. I was thinking that “Al-Tarf” is too much for me. But, my friend didn’t stop calling me “Al-Tarf”. He said that I have something special in me, something that deserves some appreciation. I took that as a prayer for me. Thank you, my friend. Then, I got used to this “Al-Tarf” named.
I’ve been talking about my new blog and myself this much. You can submit your comments here. You can correct my English if I make any wrong grammars or vocabs. Thank you.
Sincerely, Al-Tarf (or someone who is trying to be “Al-Tarf”).
