Western or Korean??

I'm waiting for the release of my Idol group Big Bang. The fifth album is released today on February 29th. I've been thrilled by all of the teasers which released earlier. The album's title is 'Alive'. I have listened to the first title track called 'Blue'. It's awesome. The song reminds me of spring. Eventhough, I've never been to four seasons country, I just can feel it. The amazing feeling which is created through this song. It's so great.

Well, it seems like I'm a kind of people who falls in love to Korean waves. I do, then. I have to say that Korean singers' effort to reach the global fans is worth it. They finally could embrace what they have been dreaming of, to let the world listen to their musics. Their unique styles and so on captivate many people attentions. Yeah, I have to congrat them for that. I hope they would continue their goodworks.

However, The Western music is still on the top. Despite all of their success in gaining people attention, the western music is still undefeatable. The western musics whether it's R n B, hip hop, pop, rock, alternative etc, have been in the special corner of people's heart. I couldn't let the Korean waves wholly takes over me. I    an't let it happen. I don't know how to conclude it. It's just I like both, but I love western music more.

I got so angry

I got so angry in one of my classes. A lecturer gave back our assignments, in  order to check all of the errors  such as punctuation errors, grammar errors, and misspelling. She distributed the assignments by herself. When it came to me, she called my name. She walked to me and said “you can’t copy this from a book.” I was like, ‘sorry, what do you mean?’ There’s a red parantheses mark on several first sentences. I told her “I didn’t copy them, I made by my self! ” “Really?!” She replied. “Don’t you trust me?” I insisted. “Well, I don’t know you yet. We’ll see” That’s her last statement about it.

I was completely mad. How could she say that? How can she assume that I’ve copied a book in doing this assignment? I’m still learning, I know that. It’s fine to me if I make mistakes and people correct  them. I wouldn’t have done such kind of thing. It hurts my feelings a lot. I didn’t talk much in that class today. It’s very hard to me to open my mouth and talk to her again. I am still angry. I don’t know when I could get over it. This kind of thing happens for the very first  time in my life. I just feel like she didn’t appreciate my work.

Why do I become this mad? First, I love English. I know that my knowledge and ability is still lack. So, in order to advance my English ability, I would do my best in any subjects. Second, I am happy when people correct my mistakes, because that’s the result of my hard works. It means I have to study harder and learn more. Accusing for something that I never do is unacceptable. Ok, I will be like this for a couple of week. It will be very hard to get rid this feeling when I’m studying that subject. I wish I just could forget it, and make a better assignment . I would pray for myself then. Pray for me too guys....

The good thing of me

Today is a typical day. Nothing is special, not so much. If I take a look at my pasts, nothing was special actually happened in my life. It was something usual, or I just think that everything is usual. Honestly, I’ve never thought something  so special. It’s a problem to me. When, someone treats me appropriately, you know she/he doesn’t answer my questions, or doesn’t speak to me for no reason. I would think, “it’s fine”. I wouldn’t think any less of him/her. That’s life, that happens. The problem is-it happens all the time. I would just keep silent. I wouldn’t care.

You know what makes me piss off of myself? When the people who treat me badly come to me and need my help, I would help them no matter what they have done to me. I can accept it. I loathe myself because of this. Why am I such a kind person? I shouldn’t have done that. I should have let them beg for my help. I don’t have to help them if I don’t want to. Let them suffer and learn. That will happen if you don’t treat people right.

However, my friends  are disagree to me. They said that it’s the good thing of me. That’s a good thing of becoming me. Most people would not do, what I do. They would consider on what has happened. I have no idea on which side I should take. I was happy when they said that. I somehow in the middle of agree or not. Whether it’s right or wrong, I don’t care. That’s me.  

Rumour has it

I’m so crazy about this song called ‘rumour has it’. The song is totally amazing, the melody is strong and slightly musical plus theatrical at once. It’s not the kind of song that liked by the people these days. The singer is Adele. My favorite singer, of course. She’s the best for  she won 6 grammy awards a couple weeks ago. I’m looking forward to another master that created by  Miss Adkins. Speaking of singer, I feel like becoming a singer too. The only problem is I don’t have qualified voice as this is the first thing you got to have to become a singer. I can accept the fact, though. I know.

I’m gonna be alone in my house tonight. My house mates will come tomorrow morning. It’s quiet depressing. Staying alone in my neighborhood is not a good thing, since the thieves have failed breaking into our house twice. I don’t know what I should do if I hear something strange tonight. Sounds of stepping feet, cracking windows or stuffs, are often heard at night. It seems they still finding ways to get in. Scary isn’t it? I have to spend the night with this kind of feeling. I guess I won’t sleep tonight.

Let’s get rid of this thief ‘s things. Well, I don’t know what to be typed. Hmm, I’m listening Katy Perry’s ‘part of me’. This song tops the billboard chart 100 this week, kicks Adele’s ’set fire to the rain’ down from its first place. But, I like ‘part of me’, it somehow reminds me to my past. It’s strange. Let me type the lyrics which reminds me to the past. “you ripped me off, your love was cheap”. Please don’t think any less of me. It’s just a lyric. Thank you then.

Martabak

ohhh God... this buffering driving me insane. It's probably the slowest connectin that I've used. Look at my billing, it's five minutes already. grrrrhhh.....wait, I've got to be so hurry. That means I can't spend too much time here. I'm still in Solok. I'm happy with my family, especially mom. I love her so much. I finally tasted those delicious foods again. Hahaha, it's a total bliss to me, since I whined in this blog few days ago. I'm very grateful ^_^
I'm actually waiting for something now. I'm waiting for my martabak is cooked. aha, I'm in the internet cafe where the martabak stand is not far from here. I ordered martabak and then raced here, just to type a new post. I think it's too much, I mean I could have typed it this afternoon. well, this is typically me. very me.
I think martabak is ready.
So, Let me excuse myself first before leaving. hmmm, but I have to say something. I have to find a follower for this pathetic blog. or else, it's always gonna be a pathetic blog. Friends, you have promised me that you'd follow me. Now, prove it. make it real. ok... I'll be waiting foe your reply then.
Gotta go now...see ya

Overreacted

I'm feeling so blue. Like torrent of burdens fall on me. As if I can't live no more. I'm sad. How could this happen? Hmmm, this afternoon, my brother came back from his work to home. He's home, wandering around and then he talked to mom that he just got a client or sort of. This client wanted to buy a computer. He thought that this was a good chance for him, you know a good business. Ok, back to my home, my brother knocked my door. He said he wanted to take something.
I was annoyed because of this disruption. I walked out and didn't say any word to him. He came out a moment later, holding a monitor in hands. "Wait, what's he doing?". I stood by his side, waiting for a good explanation for this. He didn't give a damn.  "Why do you take it ?" I asked. He replied, "I'm going to sell it.". I kept silent, and blanked.  There goes my beloved monitor. It accompanied me for this past two months. Now, it's gone. what a fate. I should let go. I had no choice, the monitor was his. I'm terribly sad because of this, am I over reacted?
I'm sitting here in this very noisy internet cafe. Facing a tube like monitor, I mean the old monitor, which is white in colour, very big, and stuff. I don't have any strenght to describe it precisely. I remember the last words of my brother before he left with my monitor. He said, "use the old one!". You know what this mean? It means I have to use the old monitor which I don't like anymore. This is totally unfair. I want justice. Why do adults keep doing what they want to do, without giving a thought that this could hurt somebody. Yeah I know I'm just too much. Over reacted.

broken arrow

“You feel love, but you just can’t embrace it, when you find the right one at the wrong time.” I used to fond with these words. They were my magic spell. I would be okay when I said them to myself. I often found myself typing them in the computer for my facebook status. It’s the silliest time in my whole life. I’ve been living for nineteen years, but I couldn’t help with this one. My horror-bloody love story. Wow, that is a long story. Too long to be typed, however since I don’t have a good topic. I will spill the beans, right here, in this blog.

It happened at unspecified time in the past. Well, I tell this on purpose that no one can guess the time, the person, and so on. If you accept the term, you can continue. Now, just click next on your touch-pad! I was an immature human being when this happened-at the estimate time of puberty. At that time, I couldn’t differentiate between a real human, and a half human a half wolf, you know what I mean. Yeah, the fate which I accepted. It was the first, and last. I must say this story contain evil things, so don’t try this at home.

I met a guy whom I thought was the right one for me. He fitted every single requirements for my perfect kind of guy. He was a nice person. He could do things which a man had to be able to. He was a good-looking too. In simple words, he was just perfect, too perfect even. It happened that he treated me a lil’ bit special. I thought he did it because he’s a gentleman, who would never hurt anybody. I was wrong too. He is never a gentleman, never. He is just the cruelest person that I’ve ever known. I’m sorry for not telling you the exact story. I still can’t tell it to anyone. It’s just a teaser, though. Thank you…

suggestive

Hmmm, today's title is suggestive. Pretty extreme topic, but I don't want to expose anything about it. It's just because this word kept lingering in my mind in these past few days. I thought this word meant the same as suggestion itself, and guess what? I was completely wrong. The meaning is... I think it'd be better if you find it out by yourself  because I've told you I'm not gonna talk about it. Ok, that's all about the title... I explain it to you just as a precaution if you guys will think less about me because of the title. Fine, fine, I'm done with the title. Let's move to the next session...J.U.M.P!
Nothing's special happened today. Everything runs as usual. I go to classes, do assignments, meet friends, yeah typical things that happen to a college student. I think I have one good story to tell. Well, I'm working on another project which is nothing has to do with my college. I'm not going to tell you what it is. So, the project takes all of my attention to it. It's driving me insane, because I haven't made any progress. Actually, this project is so challenging since this is the chance for me to show myself that I can do it. It will hurt my pride if I can't. Let's get back to the story.
With this pressure, I do many things. You know sometimes it's hard to control my emotions, and with my terrible  condition it's getting worst. I become more careless. Especially in the campus, I did something which was humiliated and hurt my pride for sure. Surprisingly, I didn't feel anything like embarrassed or stuff. I thought that's fine. I had another thing which much more depressing ,though. Then I left the feeling behind. I felt so normal...This is totally not me who would worry if I just make a little mistake. This uncontrolled emotions helped me handle the situation which I couldn't bear to face. It's something. Something for me.. and there's nothing has to do with Syahrini. See you...

Still confused

I'm sure that I wrote my very own blog yesterday. What is this? The site said I don't have any blog yet. Please...how could I become so retarded? O what happen to me? haha.Very funny. Huffft...Eventhough this thing could happen all the time, I won't quit my self from doing it again and again. Do you know what I mean? You don't have to know much , though. I just want to have fun with this blog, so I'm gonna do what I want. Yeah, welcome to my world.
I feel the freedom, although it seems I just made it out. It's not real. I just wanna set myself free from all of my assignments. I want to get out from college A.S.A.P, wkwkwk. It's not even a year, and I have made this fun thougts that I will leave my college soon. What a pity! To be honest, I can't enjoy anything since the first day I commited to enter the college. I could feel that this wasn't gonna be good, but I have no choice. It doesn't mean I chose this major because I had no choice. Well, I loved English and I wanted to learn more. I had not much choice, this was something that I really wanted to do. The energy and high spirit to learn decrease a little bit, but I will try my best. I won't quit that easy...
I experienced a completely strange lecturing today. My class (MKU)  consisted of many kinds of faculties, yeah you know, we don't know each other. The class is usually boring too, but what I experienced was beyond my imagination...jjreng,jreng(backsound). The class was so fantastically fun. The lecture was just like our mom, sister, and friend. She took 'em all. I know, it's not supposed to be happened in college. I felt totally as if I was sitting in my high school classroom in my senior year. We talked to each other too, the friends whom I didn't know, boys or girls, whether they came from science, economy, art, language, social etc. We came as one. We even mocked our own major, and laughed at it. That was great. I change my perception toward college a little due to this great experience. It was totally fun...