Surprising Sydney (day 2)

Hostel Surprise
Second day in Sydney, began with a breakfast of canned spaghetti and tuna and a pack-me-up luggage. Yeah, again, we had to pack our luggage 'cause we were still in status quo of accommodation. brought or luggage downstairs, we went to the reception desk. but it seemed like the british girl had been replaced by an irish guy for that shift. so i guessed i had to explain the circumstances all over again.

me: hi, good morning
IG: hey, how can i help you?
me: uh... *explaining the problem*
IG: okay, let me check if we can get you any room for tonight *browsing browsing*
me: *crossing fingers*
IG: i'm terribly sorry but i guess we don't have any more available room for today. however, we may give you a free spare room for one night but you have to move again tomorrow morning
me: seriously?
IG: we're very sorry
me: okay then, as long as we won't be stranded on the street
IG: uh, wait let me check something though *calling somebody on the phone*
me: *poker face*
IG: well! we can get you a room for two! a private room you have your own shower, you don't have to check out-and-back-in again until your last day of staying
me: uh, but our budgets are only for dorm...
IG: doesn't matter, you only pay for your reservation, 4 people dorm, right? this is a complimentary from us
me: *happily surprised, but didn't show it on my face* ah, okay then, thank you so much!
IG: here are your keys. sorry for all the inconvenience, have a pleasurable staying.

so, puput and i went back upstairs, put our stuffs in the room and then released all of our 'postponed' screams. HOW LUCKY WAS THAT? a double private room for $160/night became $50/night for both of us!

2nd Day City Tour
However, we couldn't be spending the whole day just screaming and couch potato-ing in the room couldn't we? We had the whole city to explore! So we got out and started our day-2 journey. We had planned to explore the western part of the city that day, including Paddy's Market, IMAX theatre, and we wanted to tour museum to museum using my ISIC card so that we could have a discount.

According to the guide, we could take a Sydney free shuttle to get to Paddy's at Haymarket. The weather was not so nice, it was rather cloudy and windy, with 80% chance of rain. So indoor activity was preferred. When we got there, it started drizzling already, so we decided to check inside the market...but...the checking plan turned into SHOPPING plan which actually was supposed to be last thing to do in the day. and for the result, we carried the shopping bags along for the rest of the day.

after shopping, we decided to check on the nearest museum from Haymarket, which was Powerhouse Museum. when we got there, a sign surprised us: Welcome to Harry Potter: The Exhibition. OMG! we were wondering where this exhibition was and now it was right in front of us! after a thoughtful discussion, we decided to attend the exhibition although it was pretty pricey: $32. Since it was such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity knowing we were in Sydney when it was being held and we thought it must be impossible for such event to go be held in Indonesia.

so, we automatically canceled the museum tour for Harry Potter's sake, and it was way worthier. well, i'm a huge fan, so..








we visited the IMAX theatre afterwards. The theatre has the largest screen in the world. we didn't realize that the back door of the theatre goes through to Darling Harbor which is again, Opera House complex. but we went up to the pedestrian bridge instead and walked through the city center to browse around real quick. The city center was real big, with many high class brand stores. It was full of people, cars, and crowds, but still less crazy than Jakarta. Of course, some people think Sydney is bigger than Jakarta. Well maybe it is more popular, but not bigger at all. Jakarta is currently number 6 biggest city and largest metropolitan area in the world after Tokyo, Seoul, Mexico City, New York, and Mumbai. But don't get me wrong,that actually what made me like Sydney way better than Jakarta: a big city which doesn't exhaust you (but maybe your wallet ;p).






Night 'Out' with Harry
I did say I browsed the city real quick, and get home, because in the evening i planned to meet up with Harry, a friend i knew in Adelaide.

We met up at King's Cross area and headed to a jazz club called Fishbowl nearby. He ordered two pints for us, it was too late for me to say i don't really like beer but the bartender gave us anyway. when it came to pay time, for an unknown reason, Harry's credit card didn't work. he tried it for several times, but same result. we both got no cash, so we decided to cancel the club thingy and went around the city instead, and ended up at Harry's apartment.

He lived in a really nice apartment, with its own swimming pool and gym, and he said he lived there for totally free. The company where he works for paid for it, such a lucky young man! He cooked me a delicious dinner and we talked until it was over midnight. he asked me to stay overnight 'cause it was still raining outside and pretty dangerous. of course, that was Sydney at 2 am Saturday, and my hostel located in a 'dark' area, so i, decided to stay.

Surprising Sydney (day 1)

During my stay in Australia, I didn't travel a lot. I just visited couple of big cities such as Melbourne and Sydney (since I've already been to Perth, 4 years ago, I didn't go there again). Since my story in Melbourne was less interesting than Sydney, so I'm gonna write about my magical trip in Sydney first.

So, Sydney was pretty much my stopover from Adelaide to Jakarta, only it took 5 days lag. I took off Adelaide on November 24th after a rushing lift from my bern-bern (from home to airport), and arrived in Sydney in 2.5 hours-ish). I was so lucky that I didn't overweigh my checked baggage, although my cabin baggage clearly exceeded the allowance (but nobody cared, so..). I met Puput at the carousel and we went to the hostel together (after 1 hour waiting for the shuttle picking us up), with lots of baggage i supposed we looked like total weirdo asians.

long story short, we arrived at the hostel. we went to the reception desk straightaway and (expect to) make a quick check in. so, i will illustrate the check in process in dialogues.

me: hello
receptionist: hi, how can i help you?
me: uh, we already made a booking via hostelclub.com under my name, my last name is Fahadi
r: ok, lemme check
*5 mins awkward silence*
r: uh, it seems like we cannot find your name, so i think hostelclub made a mistake, you were not enlisted as out guests
me: *shocked* what do you mean? i have the booking itinerary, here you go *showing the email on my blackberry*
r: yeah i got that, this isn't your fault, but also not ours. however i'll try to find you guys a room for tonight although i can't guarantee you can stay there as long as you've planned, 4 nights right?
me: yes *straight face*
*more awkward silence*
r: right! we found you a room for 4 people, so you're gonna pay for that price, is that okay?
puput: yeah, better than being hostel-less
r: ok, so blah-blah-blah *explaining the key deposhit, and other shits*

still shocked, we went upstairs (to the 2nd floor without elevator -- aussie's 2nd floor is american 3rd floor) with our huge bags and suitcases and got into the room. the room was decent, actually better than the room i had in Melbourne. we had couple hours of nap and whatnot, and then we were getting ready to go exploring the city. first day's plan: royal botanic garden and general area of circular quay (opera house, etc).

when we were about to go outside the hostel, we were trying to check the map to show us which direction we should take, and then this Hungarian man looked (had been looking, actually) at us and,

Hungsarian man: hey girls, you look lost
putri and I: *grinned, chuckled*
putri's and my mind: we ARE lost, dear sir, what do you expect?

(another) long story short, we got to the circular quay. as soon as we saw the Opera House, we chocked, well--I chocked, could hardly breathe, like, I was seeing something I only got to see in pictures or TV. I guess Puput's feeling is not that different from mine, well maybe even more overwhelmed: she studies architecture, so Opera House for her was like Hollywood for those who studies arts/acting/filmography. It was Australia, at the end of spring, and I still wore late winter coat!!! Because it was cloudy with bits of rain and stuff, but we didn't care, we took pics and whatnot and enjoyed our first day of living the dream :)









Well, at least that was the moments we could get to forget about the shocking hostel booking-fiasco and have fun.

i don't regret this life i chose for me

at some points in my life, i do feel that i was lucky (as in good lucky).

-first- during elementary school, i was a straight A's student, i never got down from my rank. 1 crown every year. my mom said it all was because i happen to be a nerd back then. i liked reading more than anything. i also won some art and academic competitions pretty often, so no wonder i became a favorite student.

..until the time had come for me to graduate and go to middle school. since i got pretty high grades, my parents gave me full 'authority' to choose whether i wanted to go to public or private school. i chose to go to public school although my primary school was a private one, and by all means i was 'forced' to get out of my comfort zone.

...if i had chosen private school, i wouldn't have to struggle so hard to adapt, i would have been able to maintain my top rank title, and so on...

...but i don't regret that i chose public school instead. i became somebody who's not afraid of trying something new, i became a brave and confident girl, and i became someone who can tolerate differences...

-second- i graduated middle school with outstanding grades, which gave me very easy path to be gotten in between 3 most favorite high school in the city. the first one is prominent in academic, the second one is popular among high class families, and the third one is prominent either in academic or non-academic, yet not considered as 'high class' school. i chose the third one although most of my mid-school mates went to the first or second one, which means i had to get out of my comfort zone, again.

...if i had chosen the first school, i would have been able to get in acceleration class, which could get me through high school in only 2 years. if i had chosen the second school, i could have gotten into the most popular kids community in town, and so on...

...but i don't regret that i chose the third school instead. it wasn't like i took everything for granted, but everything just ran almost so smoothly for me. i was able to explore and develop myself in my own way, i won some trophies, i met my first love, i was the prom queen, and i've got a lot of nice friends who wouldn't tackle you because they felt threatened by your intelligence, nor would bully you because you were a weirdo, nor would lick your ass for being so wealthy or popular. i got to become more myself

-third- i think luck played its biggest part in this moment. i tried to apply to three different 'ivy league' universities. after completed the admission tests, i happened to be gotten in two of them. the first one is like 'Indonesian Harvard' - the oldest and the most notable university, the second one is the most popular in the province, which almost all of my high school mates had always been dreaming of. eventually, i chose the first one although it means i had to move 300 kms away from my city and live alone by myself, get out of my comfort zone, over again.

...if i had chosen the second university, i could have been able to live easily in my parents' house, drive a car to school. i could've kept in touch with my high school mates and Mr. S, and so on...

...but i don't regret that i chose to go to my university now. i got to meet people from all over the country. i got bigger opportunity to join international events and experiences just like i always wanted. i got to be able to live independently, struggle and survive in someone else's city

-and now- i was selected to be the recipient of Endeavor Scholarship of Australian Government to do an exchange study in The University of Adelaide. which made me have to spend one semester in Adelaide and study in completely different system and environment, again, out of my comfort zone.

...if i had chosen not to go, i could've been able to take the same courses as my mates back home, be with them in study/task group. i would've been able to start my society service next year, together with my class year mates. and i would've been able to graduate on time, i could've still been able to eat cheap and yummy spicy food everyday, and so on...

...but i don't regret that i chose to go. i got to meet hundreds new friends from all over the world. i got the opportunity to deal with differences and diversities. i got to try new dishes from countries i never imagined of...Germany, Korea, Vietnam, Greece, Egypt, Portugal, France, Mexico, Country American, Indian, Carribean, etc...my mind has become more opened, more mature. i got to find myself, find out what i want, where i stand, and where i should go in life. i learned to struggle and survive in someone else's country, although it's always been so hard as hell.

you can always achieve more, if you're brave enough to get out of your comfort zone

life is all about choosing, not adding (Syafrizal, 2010), and i don't regret this life i chose for me :)

be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it all

do you know something that gives us power to stay alive? to live our life day by day even if it's rough, messy, random, and unpredictable? it is dream, it is hope. well, at least it is in my case.

i don't know exactly how my parents raised me, but when i was young, i always liked to have imaginations. sometimes stupid, impossible, silly, or even overrated. now that i've grown up, i still like imagining, or daydreaming, but a little more realistic and possible ones, and i don't just dream about the dreams themselves, but also about my plans, my journey to reach them.

and that's what keeping me alive, giving me power to keep doing what i do, to keep waiting until the sun sets at the dusk and rises again at the dawn. injecting me with confidence everytime i try a chance out.

these dreams i pursue,well, each of them leads me to the biggest one.

oh, in case i haven't mentioned it, which i actually haven't, my biggest dream is stepping to every borders gate around the world. long story short, i want to explore every continent on planet earth. well, because i wasn't born to a royal family who rule a country or to a diplomat parent or to a worldwide businessman or a rockstar or because i wasn't born in a rich and superpower country, i have to make my own way to do that. i'm never sick of searching opportunities, trying out. i failed couple times, but i didn't stop there, i keep trying.

so far, i've been to 12 cities in 6 countries in 3 continents, not without difficulties though.

so now, at this point, i realize that dreams do come true, with several conditions:

1. if you believe

2. if you keep believing

3. if you never stop believing

because once you've believed, you always put it on your mind, it's planted down your deepest mind. so whatever you do, it leads you to it.

therefore, you've got to be careful of what you ever wish for. i was not careful once, so this all (is) happen(ing) to me:

when i was 16, i won my first scholarship abroad. i had a short course in Perth, Australia to study English. i was so excited, i was overwhelmed, back then, i said to myself that i would go back there again.

...and now, here i am. typing a posting in a warm bedroom on one of the driest inhabitant in the world, a country which is a franchise of The Great Britain, home of livestock farmers, charming surfers, and the aboriginals: Australia. i came back in almost 4 years after since, and again, not without difficulties

i'm not saying that this is a bad thing. this is a fantastic thing instead. i'm just saying that the power of dream is so strong, and sometimes unpredictable. so if you want to dream, dream big or don't dream at all ;)

Dear Mr. September

-loving someone who doesn't love you back is sad,

but loving someone who loves you back, yet you can hardly be together is...

pathetic.-

(Olivia Enggar Tanjung, 2010)

Dear Mr. September,

it's been 5 years, since that time,

a day in the middle of September 2006

i still remember every single moment we spent,

at our high school building, its classes, its square, its balcony, its corridor

in that public van, where you confessed and asked me to be your girlfriend

at the concert hall, theater building, and a fast food restaurant

i felt like it was my first love, though it wasn't, well maybe it was, though you're not my first boyfriend

i smiled to myself everytime i read your text, or hung up the phone from you

i felt nervous when you were around

i dreamed of you, days and nights

i was so afraid of losing you

those moments ended up so soon, but not for me..

this feeling is still here, alive, all the time

although i must admit that,

it did hurt, when you ignored me

it did hurt, when you didn't seem to care anymore

it did hurt, when you didn't seem to think about me

it did hurt, to face the truth that we might never, ever, be together again

so i've been trying to get rid of this feeling

by choosing a school faraway from you

by dating few other guys

by having a lot of activities, meeting new people

but, they just never worked, they never worked like they were supposed to

it's like wherever i go, i always come back to you, eventually

Dear Mr. September,

you knew these are some words i've said to you that time, in your car

yeah, you heard me confessed

i was so nervous, still the same nervous

but i tried to be brave

because i thought, it's now or never

i didn't expect anything, i just wanted you to know

and i was so relieved and glad to finally did it

but you surprised me,

when you said you felt exactly still the same too

when you confessed you intentionally ignored me, and kept a distance

when you said you couldn't still forget me

when you said it hurt too, to see me with another guy and forgot about you

when you said you couldn't even run away from my pictures in your head

when you said, everytime you met a girl, you eventually left her and said: "she's not you"

Dear Mr. September,

i want you to know that i'm happy if you are,

i'll always pray for you,

hoping you'll find that girl, who can really make you happy as i did, or even more

hoping you'll be blessed wherever you go, whatever you do

hoping you'll find no more pain, no more tears, no more brokenheart

i want you to know that whenever you feel out of love, and nobody seems to care,

i'm always here, i never go anywhere

i want you to know that whenever you feel like you're down, cold, alone in the darkness

you always have someone to calm you down, and give warmth to your heart

i just want to ask you a small favor,

when you find that girl, please love her because she is her, not because she is (like) me

when you find that girl, don't you ever hurt her and make her sad

when you find that girl, hold her as tight as you can, never let her go

when you find that girl, make her your last, so you won't hurt her, and of course, yourself

Dear Mr. September,

i've said it but i'll say it again,

i always love you, i always will

you showed and taught me what true love is

but for now, i'm happy this way, and i know that you are too,

well, we never know what will happen in the future,

but for now, that we know each others' feelings, that's enough for me

although it's painful

with love, 'till my heart stops beating

Me

...of all the things i still remember, summer's never looked the same

years go by and time just seems to fly, but the memories remain

in the middle of september, we'd still play out in the rain

nothing to lose, but everything to gain

reflecting now on how things could have been,

it was worth it in the end...

Dear Ms. September

it was 3 years ago, the first day i met her. we were in the same class of an English course. at first i didn't feel like we would get along much well. until we were a pair our teacher set us up, and he mentioned something: "you are a Chelsea fan? well she's too!". so this all began with one thing: mutual interest.

after all, the term ended. we decided to do something together to celebrate it. so we went to a KTV and did what should be done in KTV: singing (duh!). since that time on, we noticed that we had (and remain to this day) same 'taste' of music. so this all continued with one thing: mutual hobby.

day after day, time passed away..uh, no, that's westlife's song...so, day after day, we started finding out where each others stand up. we started feeling comfortable being with each other. we shared, we cared, we laughed, we cried, we...understood. although i had been completely childish, selfish, and stupid. although we were in different world (school and work). so this all still went on with one thing: mutual understanding.

we then realized that we had similar view on most things. we wanted (and remain to this day) similar things to pursue. so this all was followed by one thing: mutual dream(s).

so, consciously or unconsciously, we've constructed things. we found out things. we feel things. those things are: love, and caring.

yes, I do love you, my bestfriend

yes, I do love you, my sister

yes, I do love you, my partner in crime

you have been my role model, you made me a better (wo)man, and you made me believe in dreams, and their power. now that we are in the middle of pursuing them, i should add this: it all remains with one thing: mutual position --> we are in the same boat

i feel so lucky, i thank God for sending you into my life, and i thank you for being....you

Happy birthday, Ms. September.

i can't say my wishes for you here, i have too many, but that doesn't mean i don't really wish them right? which actually i really do. they're here in my heart...well, in my head actually, but yes...i sincerely wish, so...in my heart

i can picture ourselves 10 years from now, still the same us, just better life, and of course, happier :)

ps. wish i could hug you

with love,

Me

we jump higher and higher, holding hands

The Last Goodbye

this is one song from my favorite singer and my perfect image of husband (:P), David Cook.

it's entitled: The Last Goodbye. This particular song kinda represents David so much. Behind its rocking-full of distortion-high beat music, the lyrics are so deep, sweet, and tears bursting. So is the video clip. Behind the hard - dark audio, the moving pictures themselves are telling us about deep regrets, sadness, desperation, and sensitive side of David. Both are reflections of David's character itself. So, it can be said that this song is so David: behind his strong - rocker appearance, he has sensitive feelings and sweet heart.

here are the lyrics:

If you hear this on the radio
Then we've already said our last goodbye
I won't be there when you get home
By now there's someone else that hears you cry
I wonder if he holds you like I did
I hope that he can love you better
Cause we were everything that's right at the wrong time

I didn't want to lose you
Leave you with a broken heart
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
Oh, I didn't want to let you go
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye

We were almost beautiful
A broken piece of art put on display
But we were never possible
Another perfect moment thrown away
I know somebody out there will love you
They'll be the forever we never were
Cause we were everything that's right at the wrong time

I didn't want to lose you
Leave you with a broken heart
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
Oh, I didn't want to let you go
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye

Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh

If you hear this on the radio
Then we've already said our last goodbye, our last goodbye
I didn't want to lose you
Leave you with a broken heart
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye

Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh (the last goodbye)
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
I know that we tried but this is the last goodbye

i'm not saying that this is the only song that represents him this way. most of his songs do. so i can proudly say that: David's got style. he does what he likes. he's being himself. that's why i love him ♥

mbribik itu asik

mbribik.

kosakata yang menurut gue lucu dan catchy, padahal juga baru tau artinya beberapa bulan yang lalu.

emang ngga ada sih di KBBI, karena emang kata ini bukan bahasa Indonesia. dibilang bahasa jawa, juga bukan, soalnya kayaknya ngga ada di KBBJ (kamus besar bahasa jawa), apalagi KBBA (kamus besar bahasa alay). jadi, mbribik ini kayak bahasa slang-nya anak2 di jogja, yang artinya more or less hampir sama kayak open relationship (bukan, bukan HTS, tapi lebih ke TTM kali ya :D), tapi lebih ke arah yg santai dan having fun aja menurut definisi gue. tapi kalo definisi umumnya sih ya lebih ke 'naksir-naksiran' ato 'ngecengin' gitu lah.

kosa kata itu emang lagi happening banget diomongin kalo pas gue lagi nggosip bareng temen2. ngga cuma itu, kosa kata itu juga lagi happening di kehidupan sosial gue.

jadi, sepanjang semester ini gue ngikutin cukup banyak kegiatan yang mengharuskan gue ketemu sama banyak orang - orang baru. mulai dari nge-EO DBL jogja, kerja di expansion AIESEC UGM (yang membuat gue harus ikut national conference di puncak), sampe ikutan forum budaya se-ASEAN. sepanjang kegiatan - kegiatan itu, pasti lah gue punya banyak kenalan baru. dan emang dasar sifat gue, gampang enjoy sama orang dan anxious kalo ketemu orang baru, daaaaaaan jadinya (bukannya ge-er) ada beberapa yang berekspektasi sama gue, dan LAGI-LAGI gue enjoy dan ngeladenin aja ahahaha.

perasaan kalo lagi mbribik itu yaaa gitu deh, kayak kalo lagi PDKT. deg-deg serr, penuh tanda tanya dan bunga - bunga (apa deh). dan asiknya, mbribik versi gue kan open relationship, jadinya belom ada komitmen dan berarti gue masih free! sehinggaaaa, gue bisa bebas mau mbribik berapa orang pun ahahahaha. nggak ada yang berhak ngelarang-larang dan cemburu dan segepok peraturan yang mengikat. misalnya, kalo satu bribikan lagi sibuk, gue bisa 'ditemenin' bribikan yg lain, begitu seterusnya. so goodbye loneliness! :))

lebih asik lagi kalo punya bribikan dari berbagai macam latar belakang. misalnya kita sebut bribikan pertama = B1 dst. B1: mahasiswa S2 yg penggila film, duda beranak 2 tapi berjiwa muda. B2: cowok jerman petualang yg kuliah teknik otomotif, kerjaannya hiking, climbing, dll. B3: cowok turki super ganteng umur 21 taun yang penuh kejutan (hahaha, sempet ngajak nikah) B4: cowok filipina yang baik banget, suaranya bikin leleh kalo pas nyanyi dan suka musik pop.

dari berbagai latar belakang itu kita jadi bisa memahami karakter-karakter orang lebih variatif, lebih luas juga pengetahuan kita, lebih bisa berkomunikasi dari A-Z, lebih bisa melihat sesuatu dari berbagai sudut pandang, bikin kita jadi orang yang lebih fleksibel dan open-minded.

cuman, gue tau gue harus ati2 dalam proyek bribikan ini (ceileh, apadeh). jangan sampe gue terjerumus sama peraturan yang gue buat sendiri. kalo emang niat mbribik ya mbribik aja, kalo ke arah yang serius, ntar dulu, udah beda sphere dan ceritanya lagi. gue juga baru aja putus kan, masih pengen bebenah dulu, pengen menikmati jomblo dulu, dan pengen menikmati asiknya mbribik :D

Nothing Lasts Forever - Maroon 5

when things got complicated, and our faith started disappearing

when it was not just between you and me anymore

i decided to let go

left our 320 paged-story book, and wrote 'That's All, Folks' in the last page

It is so easy to see
Dysfunction between you and me
We must free up these tired souls
Before the sadness gets us both

I tried and tried to let you know
I love you but I'm letting go
It may not last but I don't know
Just don't know

If you don't know then you can't care
And I show up but you're not there
But I'm waiting and you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you

Everyday with every word whispered
We get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing last forever but be honest, babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

A web that's warm with memories
Can heal us temporarily
The misbehaving all it makes
The ditch between us so damn deep

Built a wall around my heart
Never let it fall apart
Strangely I wish secretly
It won't fall down while I'm asleep

But we have not hit the ground
Doesn't mean we're not still falling
I want so bad to pick you up
But you're still too reluctant to accept my help

What a shame
I hope you find somewhere
To place the blame
But until then the fact remains

Everyday with every word whispered
We get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
Nothing last forever, but be honest, babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

i wrote a small note on the bottom of that page:

ps. i hope we're good, and happy

To. Mr. R

who had filled my hazy days with his sparks

you'll always be a piece of memory in mind

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have you ever been in the middle of the crowds yet you still felt alone?

have you ever been brought somewhere by destiny yet then ended up by saying to yourself: this is not my world, i shouldn't be here?

have you ever realized that you don't belong somewhere?

have you ever done something really seriously, you sacrificed many things, yet you were not appreciated?

have you ever been betrayed by people you used to trust?

have you ever caused something wrong, then been blamed, yet you felt so depressed and treated unfairly because you thought it was not purely your mistake?

have you ever chosen a path that excited and amused you for a while, but in the end you realized it was wrong and you regretted it?

have you ever been trying to find some different places, but you kept being lost and lost again?

have you ever felt that the whole world just blamed you and had nowhere to run?

have you ever felt that bad things always happened to you, that made you ask: WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME??

I have, I have ever experienced all the things above.. I have stumbled, fallen.. I have been stabbed in the back, I have been pushed around, I have been hurt, I have been lost, I have been somewhere with no one's there for me..

Just some little experiences I guess.. Some stories to share, some stories about life, some stories about living in this simple life..

Yeah, it is so simple..

Sometimes it sucks, then you die.. so simple..

People are complicated. People make structure, make classes, make differences among them, yet they don't want to be differed in the end?

People are greedy and selfish. People keep telling others to care one another, to help, yet they are always stuck in their own world, mind their own business, blinded by the word: MYSELF?

People are lack of know-how. People study about paradigm, culture, religion, belief, norms, values, yet they keep insulting one and others? treating others badly? In the wrong way?

There are still many things I don't understand in this world, still many places I have never been to, still so many people I don't know..

But I believe, those little experiences I got, can make me stronger, can make me braver to face this world I know, can make me a better one..

"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… a princess.

When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, a gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!

This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, this is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.

So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know." Jessica Stanley - Twilight Saga Eclipse (2010)