Letter to future me #2

Dear future me,
A lot has happened since I wrote the last letter. Where to begin? let's start from I read my old blogs bit. Yes, blogs. I can't believe I used to change url every 3 months, lame me. But that's not the point. The point is I read my post about how I got accepted in university. The post date said it was 1st of August 2008. Nearly 4 years ago. And as I typing this letter, I am no longer a university student anymore, I graduated last Thursday, 21st June 2012.  Not just that, I read all my rants about how hard university life back then and how I feel like failing exams. I went through that, I graduated.

Dear future me,
You may ask, what's next? what are you having in mind?
I have a lot of things going on in my mind of what I'm going to do that it got me confused. Hopefully, by the time you read this, you're doing one or two things from what I am thinking right now. Does it make sense of what I said? damn it.

Dear future me,
I am confused.

And I hope that you're not, I hope you're having a great life and you don't regret anything.


Love,
Fida.

Dear X & Y

Dear X & Y,

It’s really funny how things turn out sometimes, who could you guess that you’re actually ended up together? I mean, man, I never guessed it in the first place. You are both very close to me and I trust both you to listen to my pathetic love life and the life itself and ask you for some advices too. It’s funny that I ask both of you for different point of view yet it comes out nearly the same. I never guessed you’re both would be together. Never.

Dear X,

We first met in semester one of college and getting to know and closer to each other since we are in the same class and ever since then, we spent the time nearly together with our group. During those exam times, we usually spent the time at my house study and you and the other guys would just mock around. I know you as the guy with the biggest mouth ever, you can say the meanest thing about me yet I couldn't get angry with you since it’s true. You’re sensitive for a guy, in a good way. That’s why I really feel comfortable telling you all my stories. Our friendship is not always comes out good, I remember you’re making a gap between us because of your ex-girlfriend and we always tell you how nonsense the relationship was. I know we are all hated by your ex-girlfriend. It seems like I’m born to be hated by my best friends’ girlfriends hey? Haha. Anyway, finally you’re free from the complication and the nonsense and you’re back with us and that’s how your story started.

Dear Y,

My first impression with you was ugly, you came and talk to me with what you called your expressions and left. Now I know that, the face expression is your bad habit. Jutek. But then, I get to know you in 3rd semester and we get closer since then. I feel very comfortable talking to you, you’re a listener. Your love life is something that I and the other guys always make fun of, I mean those protective 3 years? You deserve better. Finally, after those mean words we say to you, you finally realize that you deserve something better and need to free yourself. And here you are, after those tears and bad days, you are once again happy and moved one and that’s how your story started.

Dear X & Y,

I’m sorry I always bug you two for the inside stories during the process but hey! That’s what someone with a pathetic love life needs after all, haha. I’m really glad that you two told me all the stories though it’s kinda hard to keep. I am the happiest person on earth when I found out that you two actually are ended up together. I don’t know why, maybe because finally both of you have a ‘proper’ relationship.

Dear X & Y,

You’re journey is just began and it’s not always be smooth and whatever happens please put aside your egos when you’re in a conflict. I’m ready to listen to all your stories, I’m all ears. There’s gonna be a lot of problems ahead, solve it with cool heads. I can’t wish you for a perfect relationship, I can only wish you, after all those imperfections you guys found in each other personalities, I hope you two still together. Aaah, what the heck am I saying? I just want both of you to be happy and please don’t indulgence too much Twitter Display Affection in my timeline. Show some respect to the single ones, muahahaha.

Dear X & Y,

Shouldn’t both of you thank Tiny Towers and Temple Run? Thank God for an Apple right?

Love,

Your effing cute friend, Fida.

P.S sorry for the crappy writings

Letter to future me

Dear future me,

It’s 3 minutes to my 21st birthday and I’m still up trying to write 500 words of essay. Yes, I’m currently chasing the future, a better future.

Dear future me,

I’m currently listening to Forever Young by Audrey Mae, the lyrics are just words that I want to achieve in this 21st birthday. I got this sad feeling comes over me, maybe because of the music or maybe because I’m just being emotional. I don't know. May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong….

Dear future me,

It feels different now, last year I was nervous of what kinda birthday I'll get but now, I'm too busy finishing my thesis and application letter that I forget it's nearly my birthday. Since, people start mentioning that my birthday is coming I'm starting to think what kinda of birthday I get this year. I never expect to have a dramatic birthday where there's a rock idol I adore come to me and give me a birthday cake, no, I just want to share it with my close people. In fact, it's nothing to celebrate, one step closer to death, you know what I mean? But it's my day and everyone seems to care and that's the happiest thing. I don't need to be given a quite expensive gift, a simple sincere prayer is enough for me. The love that people give makes me happy already. Cliche thing.

Dear future me,

There are a lot of things that I want to thank God for. I want to thank God for giving me supportive family, I know sometimes I’d like to fight with mum or have different argument with dad but that’s normal isn’t it? I have weird siblings and cousins under the same roof, I am blessed for that. I want to thank God for giving me such great and wonderful friends around me, who are always ready to be my painkillers and happy pills. And they’re weird too. I want to thank God for giving me such script for my life which is very wonderful and I should be grateful of. I want to thank God for everything. Damn, it sounds cliché, but it’s the truth.

May God bless and keep you always,

May your wishes all come true,

May you always do for others

And let others do for you.

May you build a ladder to the stars

And climb on every rung,

May you stay forever young,

May you stay forever young.

Dear future me,

Right now, I am obsessed with One Direction. A group of teenage boys from UK and their album have been playing all day long, accompany me to spend my last time of being 20. I feel like a teenage girl drooling over these guys, they're cute though. They're like a new version of Westlife. My tumblr dashboard full of them, oops, I shouldn't mention tumblr in here. Anyway, I have started to write 21 things I want to do after I turn 21 and hopefully by the time you read this, we already accomplish half of them or may be all of them.

May you grow up to be righteous,

May you grow up to be true,

May you always know the truth,

And see the lights surrounding you.

May you always be courageous,

Stand upright and be strong,

May you stay forever young,

May you stay forever young.

Dear future me,

Its 12.15 am, I’ve already receive couple of birthday wishes. I am very happy and blessed. It's time to sleep now.

May your hands always be busy,

May your feet always be swift,

May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift.

May your heart always be joyful,

May your song always be sung,

May you stay young forever,

May you stay young forever.

Dear future me,

I am officially 21 years young.

Love,

Fida

Letter to the craziest people on earth #1

Dear people,
It's funny how we come across each other, I mean, we know who we were before, where we stood and all that stuff. But, somehow the universe put us together, forming of what we are today. You are the trashiest, the dumbest, and the most stubborn talkers I've ever known so far but, at the end of the day, we know that we never really talked about trash and that you're not really dumb (haha). And it seems like we never get along with each other; we called each other stupid, pigs, monkeys, and other inappropriate names we know but that's just how behave around each other.

Dear people,
I really don't know what happens after we graduated, we're going to separate, going to our own path and catching our own dreams. And just by thinking about that, I miss you already.

Dear people,
Our friendship is not always smooth, there's always conflict here and there and according to my Consumer Behaviour lecturer, sometimes, conflict is needed in an organization to let us become more creative, innovative and dynamic. What am I talking about? well that was one of the final exam questions (krik!). Anyway, if any of us is involved in a conflict, I hope that you always remember the good times we had, the things we've shared, the stories we told and how far we've gone so that you always come back where we used to be and the problem solves as the way it is.

Dear people,
I am really glad to meet you and to have you in my life, to teach me tiny little things and to give me different point of views about life. I'm really glad that I did meet you.

Love,
Fida.

Letter to my children #1

Dear children,

This is your mother writing –typing- a letter for you to read sometime in the future, to know what’s your mother life back then in 2011. I am still 20 years old right now and will turn 21 in 2 months. I’m writing this not because I will be having you soon (read: pregnant) – no, I don’t even know who your father will be- I write because I’m scared that I’d forget things I want to tell you. I don’t know.

I am in my last year of college and hopefully I can graduate next year. I am hell scared to tell you the truth. Scared of what kinda job I’ll get, what kinda life I’ll live. Yes, I think way too much and way ahead and you shouldn’t follow me. You should think about your future but don’t let it ruin your mood to enjoy the present.

Dear children,

Mom is currently listening to Coldplay’s newest album, Mylo Xyloto, you should listen to their songs. They are an English band. I don’t know if they still exist in your time but they should, they are my favorite band. I told your grandpa once that if I have money I’d come to watch their concert, hopefully I’ll make it soon. This song called Paradise is playing, oh, you should see the video clip, and it’s very cute. Remind me to give you their albums to you. Their music is beautiful and you should learn how to play instruments, at least one. Your mother only knows how to play Ibu Kartini song, only five notes (well okay, it’s not even classified as ‘playing’).

Dear children,

Sometime you’ll feel that life’s not fair, that you’ve worked hard to achieve something but you don’t get it while there’s someone out there, effortless, achieve it easily. Trust me, there’s always reason for something that happens, you just have to wait and see, though being patience is not easy I’m sure you can. So, I’ll tell you what your grandpa always tell me; to work hard and pray harder, and to be grateful of what you have, so that you’ll get what you deserve.

Anyway, it’s getting late, I promise, I’ll write and tell you some more but right now, you should finish your homework then go to sleep.

Love,

Mom.

a round up, a letter

I am Susan and I write so that you know how I am doing. And I write so that you know that I search. This is my report, my complaining board.

You didn’t reply my third letter and I didn’t hear anything from you, we just stop exchanging words. To make it worst I stop seeing you. I thought after the second letter everything went perfectly fine, that we finally met and start exchanging words, but I was wrong, it doesn’t last long.

I was scattered and as I put myself together we had our first chance to just talk for an hour or less about anything. It wasn’t a coincidence, it was something I planned and it didn’t go quite well, you were busy with your own thing and I was too busy being nervous, but I finally found out the reason why you stop replying my letters: you’re tired. I was too numb to ask another question or to go in to the details, you are tired means everything means nothing to you and it was a waste of time.



And as I mentioned it before it becomes worst because I stop seeing you. I usually see you and we would just stare or share smiles but I haven’t receiving those lately which is suck. I thought I was fine; not receiving letters from you and not seeing you, but all this time I was pretending to be fine. And it’s not fair. Cause I’m the only one that search for you in the crowd, hoping that you’d show up but you don’t. I would wait and pretend that we meet by accident when it was just something I made up. It’s not fair because I’m the only that feel missing and you’re fine out there.

So I write this. I write in hope that you read and you change, in hope that I’ll be just fine and in hope that I feel less missing. I write because I want to let go, I write because I want you to know and I write because I feel miserable and I want to be free.

Susan's third letter

Dear You,
We've finally come in to contact and we've been exchanging words for months now, I'm the happiest person on earth, I tell you. But then, you got me asking, what's next? After all those words, what's next? It'll be a lie if I say I don't have any expectations (cause I got a lot) but I try to be calm, I prepare myself for the worst that can happen; a crash landing. Well, stuff that, I don't think you got a slight idea of what's next either. Let's just be in the flow together.

Dear You,
You've probably already knew that I love stories. And to tell you the truth, I've been keeping these stories to myself all this time. Waiting for the right person to listen to all of them and I want it to be you. I guess I can start by telling you my dream last night. Last night I dream, I was in East and Middle Java and I was running. In my dream, I was going to go to Jogjakarta but stop at those two provinces. I was running as I discover the beauty of those places. I don't know what that mean, but I've always wanted to go to those places after I finish high school but I was never allowed. The places were beautiful.

Dear You,
I guess I haven't ask how you doing, I'm too excited in telling my stories, hehe. So how are you? I know you're perfectly fine and doing good but you can tell me how you feeling, I want to hear your stories. We can always share, remember?

Dear You,
I hate to end this letter but I have to. I hope you are out there, reading this, and realize that this actually about you.

Love,
Susan

p.s. please learn how to read between the lines...

Susan's first and second letter.

Susan's second letter

And if you dont mind
Can you tell me all your hopes and fears
and Everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me

Deeper conversation- Yuna

Dear you,
That song is on repeat and it representing my first letter. I hope you get a chance to hear it.

Dear you,
I hope you are out there reading this.

-Susan

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In my previous post here Susan's hair was short, well now it's longer.



She's skinnier and looks messier. Blame the college works.

Susan's first letter

here

Dear you,
I don't know why am I writing this, but I guess I just need to tell you something about us or erm how we're going to do it and in this case, from my point of view. I don't need us to meet everyday, no, we have a life don't we? and we don't need to tell each other where we're going to(do you agree?) but I'll make sure I'll send you how-was-your-day message at the end of the day and we'll share stories.

Dear you,

You will hear the most uncommon things from me and you will tell me your random stories. I'll take lots of candid pictures of you and have one folder just for you. In some days, we would go around the town discovering something or just drive no where. I'll try to bring food for us and you will eat like a horse. And we would tell stories to each other non stop.

I do love stories.

Dear you,

This is only the first part, the beginning. I'll write more later. If you wanna say something, please write back.

Dear you,

I hope you are out there reading this.

-Susan