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Hello, my name is Andhika Nugraha, and this blog is a bliss for my egocentric abyss.

My girlfriend hates microwaves.

She complains how when she defrosts chicken using it, part of the chicken becomes cooked which she thinks its gross.

She complains how the same chicken, because of the microwave, becomes wet and causes all the oil to pop up and splash everywhere.

She disagrees with any thought of heating food with the microwave. I tried heating up spring rolls in the microwave, and she blamed the soggy filling on the microwave.

The water heating jug-thing (what do you call those?) in my house is broken, so when she had a cough I offered her warm water which I had warmed using my microwave.

She refused. Because of the microwave.

For the past three weeks, we’ve been living 2 minutes apart. We’ve ate most of our meals together, most of which we’ve also cooked together. We’ve shopped together, weightlifting with kilograms of groceries afterwards. We’ve never succeeded to fulfill our promise of jogging in the morning, but we have played badminton and agreed that doing sports together improves our bonding.

The past three weeks have given me time to notice the littlest of things.

Like how she hates bread when it’s not toasted.

Like the amount of nutella she likes to have on her bread (hint: not much)

Like how she doesn’t drink fresh milk without cereal.

Like the proportion of salt and pepper she likes to have on her chips.

Like how she never peels potatoes before using them.

Like how she jumps back when oil splashes from the pan.

LIke how she folds her sajadah.

Like the same way she opens the kitchen door everytime I come knocking.

Like, well, a lot of other, more miniscule things, really.

The past three weeks have shown me that we have a lot of fundamental differences that neither of us are willing to put aside (such as microwaves).

But in between those differences, in between the sauteed broccoli and fruit pastilles, every day I am faced with the ultimate truth:

My love for her can only grow stronger <3

Doubt of Faith

Adult Pi Patel: Faith is a house with many rooms.

Writer: But no room for doubt?

Adult Pi Patel: Oh plenty, on every floor. Doubt is useful, it keeps faith a living thing. After all, you cannot know the strength of your faith until it is tested.

D: You know, if you were to be able to dance, cook, speak French, and talk in English with a British accent, that'd definitely be wife material.

C: No, that'd be overkill.

Meet Cahya.

(HIHI LUCU BANGET YA ARKH GEMES)

I miss her.

I tried coming up with something more poetic, but due to lack of reading anything else besides Javascript, C# and HTML lately I utterly fail.

Oh hang on, that gave me an idea:

I.miss(her)

Or more precisely:

async.whilst()(
    function() {
        return Cahya.isIn(UK)
    },
    function(cb) {
        I.miss(Cahya)
        I.life.state = 'weird'
    },
    function() {
        I.life.carryOn()
        theFuture()
    })

…alright, perhaps I’ve been coding a bit too much lately.

DNA

We are like a strand of DNA.

If you take a 2-dimensional picture of a DNA from above, that would illustrate how we are. We’re close, but a lot of the time we have our share of quarrels but that’s part of the fun, right?

(Although technically it would appear more like the graph of a wave and not a strand of DNA and the wave would be irregular, but you get the point.)

And just like DNA, we have a blueprint of what’s coming up next. (You know, like, the genetic code.)

(Come to think of it, that’s rather irrelevant.)

Oh well. I make corny analogies and I suck at biology, but today marks 17 months of me being with Cahya, and I love her very much.

(And she’s pretty good at biology!)

On blind maps vs cetaceans

(Cahya and Gici are looking at a map of Europe. Cahya is testing Gici's geography knowledge)

Cahya: OMG YOU CALLED ITALY GREECE. THAT'S LIKE WORSE THAN CALLING DOLPHINS FISH.

Gici: NO IT'S NOT. HOW DARE YOU CALL DOLPHINS FISH?

On gold

<p dir="ltr"> Vienda: Andaikan upil gue emas...<br>

Robert: Wah kalo gitu langsung gue bongkar deh idung lo.</p>

4 July

Sometimes — no, everyday, I wonder how I ended up with my girlfriend.

I don’t wonder why I love her nor vice versa, nor do I wonder about how I asked her out, but rather how the circumstances came to this point where we have been together in this relationship for more than one year and three months.

Cahya has an amazing personality — a statement which I believe everyone who knows her would agree. She is rather manipulative in a way, and you’d be doomed if you see her mad at you, but her character shines bright like a diamond. Her eyes are always with gleaming with passion, and her depictions of her dreams are a mixture of hipster interests and knowledge of Indonesian museums beyond what Wikipedia and the Kemdikbud website can offer — she definitely knows what she likes.

She’s a great listener, but I’d rather call her a great consultant. For anything going on in your life, personal or professional, significant or minute, she will listen to you with great concern and give advice that is not only constructive, to-the-point, practical, and oh-gee-why-didn’t-I-think-of-that insightful, but also sweet. More often than not, even if nothing is happening to you, she’d care about you.

She’s knowledgeable and she learns faster than a horse could say ‘sheep’. Then again, horses can’t talk, but she learns really fast nonetheless.

She’s an amazing friend to have — if she’s added yourself on Facebook, consider yourself blessed.

And boy am I proud to have served in her friendzone.

Of course I’ve left the friendzone and become a boyfriend. Boy that previous sentence sounded lame. But lame was everything the relationship wasn’t.

(Then again that sentence is kind of lame, but let’s carry on)

One year, three months, and a couple of hours might not have a ring to it, but I have been, and will always be grateful for every second I share my life with her.

I am grateful for looking into those gleaming, passionate eyes of hers up close, closer than most. They’re really big eyes, by the way. Kalo baru bangun kadang-kadang belekan.

I am grateful for having had the opportunity to forge a smile on her beautiful face. Including the times when I humiliated myself — I swear, I did not do those things intentionally.

I’m grateful for her sharing a picture of a cute baby wearing a onesie sleeping with a kitten. IT’S SO CUTE RIGHT.

I’m grateful for the decisions we’ve made together — especially how we stopped by every corner with a Starbucks to get free wi-fi back then.

I’m grateful for the universe conspiring to forge us into the human beings we are now today. (Agak hipster dikit boleh lah ya.)

OH OH OH LET’S NOT FORGET, CAHYA PLAYED NEOPETS!!!

I may not be able to write as good as some lovers (I think you know who I mean), but as Forrest Gump once said:

I love you, Cahya!

(Note: Forrest Gump never loved Cahya. I do.)