Emo, Unser Süßer Kater..

Emo, wo bist du jetzt?

Bitte komm zurück nach Hause!

Wir vermissen dich :(

A Big Fish in a Little Pond

I do know it when they blame ‘someone’ who is not worth to get the price.

The ‘someone’ is me.

They say, “Who is she? She’s just NOTHING!”

Cynically, they add, “But luck is all over her!”

They conclude, “She really doesn’t deserve it.”

Do they think I’m happy with that?

Do they think I can laugh when my friends are in pain?

However, what do they know about me?

They know nothing.

They don’t know me at all.

How can they be so sure that I don’t deserve it?

Do they ever think that I have a fairy godfather?

Well, they only have to know one thing:

It’s not fun to be a big fish in a little pond

Shit, they still blame on me.  

Whatever.

Percussion Passion

In the end of 2010 or early 2011, I watched ABS art show from my 2008 seniors. My comment: very cool! The concept of the show was really awesome. It could acommodate almost all kinds of art; dance, stage play, and music. In the closing, I remember there were four people danced accompanied by percussion music. At that time, I wished I could play percussion. I hoped I would play percussion when my "ABS time" comes.

Then, two years passed me by. I still wanted to play percussion. No matter how, I still wanted it. When the steering committee gave me a paper to write down my name and what I would be in the event, I wrote my own name in the column 'Music' group. Seeing that, one of my friend asked, sounded shocked, "Music?! What would you play?" I answered with silent, kept writing my full name. "Did you hear her saying? You have to write the instrument you will play as well." Quiet. I wrote, 'percussion' beside my full name. "Percussion? Whom will you play percussion with?" asked her again and again. Finally, I said, "Nope, not yet. We don't need to have the group from the beginning, do we? Later, we will join-up with everyone who has the same interest, won't we? That's what our lecturers want: to unite the Education students and Literature students. Right?" 

Nevertheless, the dream could not be lived as easy as pie. A friend I mentioned above told me that she had seen Literature students had practiced percussion a lot. What?! Really?! I hadn't touched the instrument even once! 

Additionally,  procrastination from the coordinator pushed me  to the hesitation hole. I was standing somewhere in between, whether or not I had to go on to make my dream come true. The fact made my dream drowned much deeper in the foreign ocean. I thought, "Maybe I should end up my dream, maybe I'll be a decoration staff. No more percussion. No more.." 

I felt sad. A kind of sadness I had when I failed enrolling German major. So, I position myself as a decoration staff as well. It was to prevent the cancellation of playing percussion. New year came, I almost gave up with percussion-thing. But then, a good(?) news came up: The first training of percussion. Yaaayy! Since then, I practiced, I practiced a lot until my hands hurt. I wanted to give my best. I and the other nine 'percussionists' were trained by Fajar. No, it was no easy to learn it. Therefore, when I got home, I practiced alone. And finally, on 28th January we made it!! Yippie! My dream had come true! Thanks God! :))


Dank an:
- Allah Swt.
- Eka, for the old-but-strong drumsticks :P
- My 'weird' family even though they were not there watching me, but they supported me :D
- Retta, Odon, Nopnop, Icha, Hani, Fajar, Echi, Novia, Nunik, und Caesar.
- Ag, Maria, and Widi for 'painting' my face, I'm sorry I made some 'modifications' ahahaha :D
- Disa for keeping me supported to play percussion.