I am a very mellow person I have to admit. Norah Jones has been my everyday side-meal. Lately, I have been very into alternative and lively music- which surprised me! I can easily mention- simple plan, black eyed peas, akon, samsons, sos. Not forgetting Maroon 5- the witness of my emotion wave.
Suddenly, I become so curious about that. If something that more and less representing my ‘good and dark sides’ changed, like music, it got to be something in me had changed too. Well, probably not like changed, changed.. But, for sure, it’s not the same. Anymore..
Somehow, I think it’s kinda obvious. I have been too expressively happy recently. Or, hyper, I will say. Exciting Chicago trip (friends forever man! Ko vinc, wenny, gogoy and johan), fantastic shopping, great outlets, amazingly fabulous food with absolutely tons of msg (yeaahhh… dat’s the best point!! ;p) and..
I will say this is a wrong scene. I don’t want to run from this funny but awkward but somewhat, that makes me feel even more awkward, enjoyable fact. But, still, I don’t think this is right. And I am afraid that this will expand into non-expectable size of craziness. He is too ***** to hide it and I am too not-a-little-kid to not realizing all these symptoms. This uncertainty drives me nuts somehow. From his suddenly-notable *******, I can possibly say that I know what is going on. I know which CD is playing in his heartPOD. I might be able to tell which track is actually playing. But, I am not 100% sure and I’m pretty careful with that low percentage of uncertainty. Coz even if it’s only 1%, the 1% sometimes turned up to be the true. It could be good, could be bad. Depending on which situation and condition you were facing. Plus, the angle you are looking from. In my case, I don’t know if I would be happy or sad if one of the possibilities turn up to be the real case. Well, whatever.. I just hope that none will hurt him. I do care about him. I hope he understand.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
The USA and 'His' (or, 'Her'.. you choose!!) Public Transport System
Looking back..
I remember how surprised I was when I just arrived in Gambier. Frankly speaking, the transportation system somehow upset me (which then I figured out that this issue doesn’t only apply to my small pretty Gambier but also to the States in general, oh man..).
I have to admit, being the youngest female member in the family spoiled me (but bearing in mind that I was spoiled in a positive way). In fact, I was more spoiled than my 5-years old younger brother. I could easily count how many times I took the public transport since it wouldn’t require me to use even a single additional finger to do so. It was neither that I was being too selfish to stand under the noonday heat waiting for the ‘mikrolet’ (that’s how we call the public transport in my city, Manado) nor too demanding in terms of air conditioner. Indeed I wasn’t. My parents were and still are too protective toward me. They wanted to provide the best security and comfort as they could. Without realizing that they had stolen some pieces of my youth puzzle from my life frame. I missed the fun part of sweaty and loud events that my friends had cherished on their journey homes, in the-assumed by my parents- uncomfortable and creepy blue ‘mikrolet’. However, I still respect my parents’ decision and action. Oh ya, just as additional info, our ‘mikrolet’ is very famous for its extraordinary loud sound system. Thus, when I used ‘loud’ to describe such event, I do really mean that.
Back to my disappointment about the American public transport; Two years living in the Land of The Queen, more precisely the Land of the Lamb, had spoiled me even more. In the UK, as long as you have money and dare to be strictly punctual, you can go to more and less anywhere you want. Even from Manchester to a small city that only has two grocery stores; yes, that was my place! Traveling from my place to London was just as easy as taking underground from Edgware Rd to Westminster but far less creepy though with longer distance . Yet London underground is creepy enough to be afraid of. And if you are well organized, you can book your bus ticket a month in advance to get a super duper cheap fare (e.g 3 pound which is $6, for a 5 hours bus ride. Sometimes roundtrip)!!!
Almost forgotten, Land of the Lamb is my nick name for Wales as my tribute to the massive number of sheep and lamb that region has. The number of sheep and land there is, believe or not, a lot more than the human population.
I thought that it’s reasonable enough for me to get upset with the transportation system in the States, a land where I was expecting to indulge my self with a more developed public transport system prior my coming. Till now, I still can’t accept the fact that a mighty country like the USA has a very lame and expensive public transport. Sorry for being a bit sassy in criticizing your country (if you happen to be an American citizen). But, I bet you do agree with me about this although probably not to the same degree. Nonetheless, I am truly happy to be here. To be welcomed and financially supported. I believe to share one’s opinion is not a sin but please pardon me if mine offends any of you. Feedbacks are welcome and will be highly appreciated!
I remember how surprised I was when I just arrived in Gambier. Frankly speaking, the transportation system somehow upset me (which then I figured out that this issue doesn’t only apply to my small pretty Gambier but also to the States in general, oh man..).
I have to admit, being the youngest female member in the family spoiled me (but bearing in mind that I was spoiled in a positive way). In fact, I was more spoiled than my 5-years old younger brother. I could easily count how many times I took the public transport since it wouldn’t require me to use even a single additional finger to do so. It was neither that I was being too selfish to stand under the noonday heat waiting for the ‘mikrolet’ (that’s how we call the public transport in my city, Manado) nor too demanding in terms of air conditioner. Indeed I wasn’t. My parents were and still are too protective toward me. They wanted to provide the best security and comfort as they could. Without realizing that they had stolen some pieces of my youth puzzle from my life frame. I missed the fun part of sweaty and loud events that my friends had cherished on their journey homes, in the-assumed by my parents- uncomfortable and creepy blue ‘mikrolet’. However, I still respect my parents’ decision and action. Oh ya, just as additional info, our ‘mikrolet’ is very famous for its extraordinary loud sound system. Thus, when I used ‘loud’ to describe such event, I do really mean that.
Back to my disappointment about the American public transport; Two years living in the Land of The Queen, more precisely the Land of the Lamb, had spoiled me even more. In the UK, as long as you have money and dare to be strictly punctual, you can go to more and less anywhere you want. Even from Manchester to a small city that only has two grocery stores; yes, that was my place! Traveling from my place to London was just as easy as taking underground from Edgware Rd to Westminster but far less creepy though with longer distance . Yet London underground is creepy enough to be afraid of. And if you are well organized, you can book your bus ticket a month in advance to get a super duper cheap fare (e.g 3 pound which is $6, for a 5 hours bus ride. Sometimes roundtrip)!!!
Almost forgotten, Land of the Lamb is my nick name for Wales as my tribute to the massive number of sheep and lamb that region has. The number of sheep and land there is, believe or not, a lot more than the human population.
I thought that it’s reasonable enough for me to get upset with the transportation system in the States, a land where I was expecting to indulge my self with a more developed public transport system prior my coming. Till now, I still can’t accept the fact that a mighty country like the USA has a very lame and expensive public transport. Sorry for being a bit sassy in criticizing your country (if you happen to be an American citizen). But, I bet you do agree with me about this although probably not to the same degree. Nonetheless, I am truly happy to be here. To be welcomed and financially supported. I believe to share one’s opinion is not a sin but please pardon me if mine offends any of you. Feedbacks are welcome and will be highly appreciated!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
final oh final..
Hoaaaah..
I cant believe fall semester is nearly done. I feel like I just landed in Gambier, a peaceful but clashing bubble where I am pursuing my -suppose to be and hopefully will be- bright future, a couple of days ago.
I figured out this Blogger through Ko Bud, just some hours ago. Since my Friendster blog is not working anymore (dunno why..), so I thought I might simply migrate my thoughts..
here!!
well, actually i have sooooo much to write. old memories, fresh memories.. Brain is a fascinating organ, I have to confess. But memory will fade as the old brain cells die and the new ones are being made. Thus, I believe writing them down will never be a bad idea, will it?! Mais, je n’ai pas assez temps pour ca! it's nearly 11pm and i havent done revising my Music yet. the final is tomorrow morning (my last final boooo!!! :D) and i better get to friend the minor and major triads, roman numerals, lead sheet symbols and the other chaps before my brain starts sending the sleepy neurotransmitter to my eyes. So, ciao!
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I cant believe fall semester is nearly done. I feel like I just landed in Gambier, a peaceful but clashing bubble where I am pursuing my -suppose to be and hopefully will be- bright future, a couple of days ago.
I figured out this Blogger through Ko Bud, just some hours ago. Since my Friendster blog is not working anymore (dunno why..), so I thought I might simply migrate my thoughts..
here!!
well, actually i have sooooo much to write. old memories, fresh memories.. Brain is a fascinating organ, I have to confess. But memory will fade as the old brain cells die and the new ones are being made. Thus, I believe writing them down will never be a bad idea, will it?! Mais, je n’ai pas assez temps pour ca! it's nearly 11pm and i havent done revising my Music yet. the final is tomorrow morning (my last final boooo!!! :D) and i better get to friend the minor and major triads, roman numerals, lead sheet symbols and the other chaps before my brain starts sending the sleepy neurotransmitter to my eyes. So, ciao!
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Kau Selalu Ada Untukku
Bapa.. saat ku terdiam
Teringatku akan semua kasih setiaMu
Besar dan dalam tak terkira
KeajaibanMu tiada pernah terduga
Kau selalu ada sertai langkahku
Kau tetap setia temaniku setiap waktu
Tempatku bersandar, tempat ku mengadu
Kau selalu ada untuk ku
Thanks for Your love, mercy and grace!
Teringatku akan semua kasih setiaMu
Besar dan dalam tak terkira
KeajaibanMu tiada pernah terduga
Kau selalu ada sertai langkahku
Kau tetap setia temaniku setiap waktu
Tempatku bersandar, tempat ku mengadu
Kau selalu ada untuk ku
Thanks for Your love, mercy and grace!
My summer wind
My summer wind
The one that will only be a never ending dream
Summer wind, is for the summer flower
Not for the daffodil that’s getting older
Summer wind..
He is too warm for the daffodil
As she is the queen of the spring
Summer wind will only make her dying
Summer doesn’t last long
Daffodil doesn’t live long either
They are like a simple love song
Beautifully made but has no appreciator
Summer wind is obviously not for the daffodil
Even he plays around, even he brings the warmth
Daffodil still doesn’t belong to the summer
She is married to the cold-heart winter
You can’t play with my daffodil forever
Go away and play with your summer flower
The way you celebrate your love everyday
Making you even more lost in your own way
Stop hurting each other
With a rhyme of romance that will never ever be sung
Daffodil can’t live till summer
And the summer wind..
Has to blow somewhere
April, 7th 2007
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