it's nandra. they also call her nashz, the history of such name is way too long to elaborate in this little space. she's nearly sixteen. she's a she. she lives a typical metropolitan lifestyle in the capital of Indonesia. she's currently in her senior year of high school, enduring the second and last year of IB Diploma Programme that's totally ruining her life slowly.
but she thinks the whole suffering would give her some sort of advantage in the (scarily) near future. she's a CISVer and lovin' every bit of it. oh, she also very much enjoys mango juice, she'd even prefer it than OJ haha. and while we're at it, yes, she might be random from time to time. she wishes you'd be quite patient about it. :)
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that is so true. well although not all are annoying. but there's that one annoying song. like in summer camp my friend eetu kept on singing "two girls one cup" and doug sings out "the ultimate showdown of the ultimate destiny" from time to time. and then there's the kuburan band's song from proto. that song (lupa lupa ingat) is such, a goddamn annoying song. i mean, seriously. considering the lyrics practically only comprises of the band singing out the chords to the song.
it. is. very. very. stupid.
but it stuck. and i'd sing along with my campers whenever that song comes up. i would. it's an impulse.
i love that about camps. i think those songs, as insipid and ludicrous as they may be, are one of those time machines that brings you back to that one particular summer. i also find it as some sort of reminder that what i had that summer was real, and the evidence to that is the after effect those songs gives me whenever they play in the radio or something, which is the rush of memories flooding into your mind. you'd find yourself smiling, grinning or tearing up to those songs.
i read someone else's love letter on bill shapiro's other people's love letter you never meant to see only to find that it was what i've meant to say to you for a very long time.
come back. i miss you so much.
(you don't have to miss me back. i just need your presence in a considerable proximity, not halfway around the world. that's enough for me.)
"You know all those books I had but I don't let you read? It's just all these love poems that are about you."
I think she was one of the bravest amongst these people. I could never own up to the fact that I really care about someone out there and I make poems about them. Amongst those people in the video, I found some of their secrets to be mine as well. I didn't quite realise that it was actually mine.
Ever since I found out about Frank Warren's Postsecret project, I have been continually inspired in one way or the other. But one of the greatest impact about his project is that I actually found a piece of myself amongst a total stranger's secret. It somehow makes me feel a little less alone. There's comfort in that.
I think it takes real courage to own up to your own secrets. I think this is a really great visualisation of Frank Warren's great work. And I really envy those people who are filmed in this video. I greatly envy their courage to accept their own limitations and actually tell it to millions of other people out there.
I don't think I have such courage yet. But I'm bound to find it sooner or later.
"I'd like to go back to the times where the laughters we shared were as sincere as it could get, and the tears weren't so bad after all because I know I've got your shoulder to cry on."
[followed by a moment of awkward silence, in which you ponder on two things, to let me be part of your crowd or shun me from it. i hope you pick the former.]
