Part 2:
I ran, the smell of Whiskas has brought me inside. It was a special smell that always makes my tummy feeling hungry. Oh, I loved Whiskas. I looked to my plate, my owner has poured the milk. The brown color of Whiskas and the whitey milk have mixed together.
These combinations tempted me. I took a bite. Hmm, delicious! Those Whiskas are crunchy with the unique taste of meat. It feels like heaven and like the nuggets my owner used to give me during his dinner time. The milk has given the own sensation. Some of my Whiskas had melted with the milk.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
The Cat
"I'm taking Feature Writing subject this semester. My lecture asks me to write something about a cat that lived in the farmer at the breakfast time. The first part, the cat did not move at all. I need to describe what the cat saw. I'm going to post the revision from what I have written. It will be the story about the cat from what I have revised based on my lecture's comments"
Part 1:
The smell of bacon has woken me up. I looked through the window, waiting for the Mr. Golden Sun to rise up. It was dark outside. The farm has been covered by the darkness. I could not see clearly. I can smell the leaves with the dews flowing down to the land. I heard the cock waking every side of the farm up. It was fine morning, even the sky was not clear. The moon had already disappeared, the stars were followed. It was dark sky above, waiting for the new shine from Mr. Golden Sun.
Part 1:
The smell of bacon has woken me up. I looked through the window, waiting for the Mr. Golden Sun to rise up. It was dark outside. The farm has been covered by the darkness. I could not see clearly. I can smell the leaves with the dews flowing down to the land. I heard the cock waking every side of the farm up. It was fine morning, even the sky was not clear. The moon had already disappeared, the stars were followed. It was dark sky above, waiting for the new shine from Mr. Golden Sun.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
THS: True "Hollywood" Story - Natasha
Livia is my brother in law's niece. One fine Sunday, I was attending Livia's English Competition. The English Competition was for students from kindergarten to junior high. It was interesting to see these young people were good enough in English (Indonesia is not an English speaking country). Then I saw the grand prize was 3 days 2 nights trip to Bali, wowww it was so tempting.
I did not mind to company Livia and I think this competition was good for these young people. Then, while they were waiting for the results, there was one girl named Natasha. Natasha (suppose to be) an actress. The MC was reading a lot of Soap Opera, advertisements and movies she had acted. I guess, she must be popular enough. She sang a few songs for the audience, which sadly supposes to be adults' type of song.
She was only 10 years old, still studying in elementary school and I bet she did not understand anything about those songs. The audiences were children as well. They would not understand what is love, why people tend to have triangle love, or anything that have been mentioned all the time from those songs.
She sang with EXTREMELY fake smile and looks kinda like plastic girl with full make up. She did flirt while singing, she moved and danced a bit. She was using pink dress, with pink legging and white boots (so entertainer).
I pity her. I did not know whether her mother forcing her to do these or this is all she wanted to do. I think, it is not suitable for her to be fake in very young age. She should enjoy her days as a kid, because someday when she grows up those fake smiles are more needed.
I asked my brother in law, "If you have a daughter, are you going to let her to be like Natasha?" He said, "NO" (thanks God my brother in law is clever enough not to let her future daughter being that sick)
I looked at Natasha's mother, she was proud of her daughter.
Natasha, I think she did not even really understand why she's doing all those things. She looks blur and young. She did not look like she enjoyed her performance. She did not understand what she was doing.
I remembered there were a lot of young actors or actresses who finally screwed up their life because they were popular when they were kids. Most probably, Natasha would ended up like them.
I saw Livia, she did not win the competition but she just sad like kid who had lost their Ice Cream. Someday, she will learn to do better, and she has her days as a young girl. Natasha, she might not only loseher Ice Cream, she might lose her days that suppose to be the most unforgettable days in her life.
Cheers for Natasha
PS. I will post Natasha's video later. I could not transfered the video from my cellphone, huhu. I don't know how to use the bluetooth.
I did not mind to company Livia and I think this competition was good for these young people. Then, while they were waiting for the results, there was one girl named Natasha. Natasha (suppose to be) an actress. The MC was reading a lot of Soap Opera, advertisements and movies she had acted. I guess, she must be popular enough. She sang a few songs for the audience, which sadly supposes to be adults' type of song.
She was only 10 years old, still studying in elementary school and I bet she did not understand anything about those songs. The audiences were children as well. They would not understand what is love, why people tend to have triangle love, or anything that have been mentioned all the time from those songs.
She sang with EXTREMELY fake smile and looks kinda like plastic girl with full make up. She did flirt while singing, she moved and danced a bit. She was using pink dress, with pink legging and white boots (so entertainer).
I pity her. I did not know whether her mother forcing her to do these or this is all she wanted to do. I think, it is not suitable for her to be fake in very young age. She should enjoy her days as a kid, because someday when she grows up those fake smiles are more needed.
I asked my brother in law, "If you have a daughter, are you going to let her to be like Natasha?" He said, "NO" (thanks God my brother in law is clever enough not to let her future daughter being that sick)
I looked at Natasha's mother, she was proud of her daughter.
Natasha, I think she did not even really understand why she's doing all those things. She looks blur and young. She did not look like she enjoyed her performance. She did not understand what she was doing.
I remembered there were a lot of young actors or actresses who finally screwed up their life because they were popular when they were kids. Most probably, Natasha would ended up like them.
I saw Livia, she did not win the competition but she just sad like kid who had lost their Ice Cream. Someday, she will learn to do better, and she has her days as a young girl. Natasha, she might not only loseher Ice Cream, she might lose her days that suppose to be the most unforgettable days in her life.
Cheers for Natasha
PS. I will post Natasha's video later. I could not transfered the video from my cellphone, huhu. I don't know how to use the bluetooth.
Skeptics and True Believers
I need to admit, I used the title of The Academy Is... for my blog's title. Actually, I'm not a fan of The Academy Is.. I don't even like the song Skeptics and True Believers. When I was thinking about my blog's title, I searched to my iTunes playlist, and found Skeptics and True Believers is the sentence that quite reflect my personality. I could not explain it more though, hehe.
Know I think I need to change my blog's title because I really don't like the song. I was listening to this song last night and I felt like this song is sooooo high school, haha.
When I could not find the right words, I always use something pop in my mind which mostly come from songs. I think I need to start to avoid this habit, sometimes I felt that I did plagiarism or something. Most of my writing must be influenced by some songs, haha.
Okay then, I need to find the right blog's title.
Cheerio
Know I think I need to change my blog's title because I really don't like the song. I was listening to this song last night and I felt like this song is sooooo high school, haha.
When I could not find the right words, I always use something pop in my mind which mostly come from songs. I think I need to start to avoid this habit, sometimes I felt that I did plagiarism or something. Most of my writing must be influenced by some songs, haha.
Okay then, I need to find the right blog's title.
Cheerio
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Movie killed the book
Have you ever feel betrayed after watch movies that based on the books?
Indeed, most of the movies based on the books are always disappointed. I feel that some movies have killed my imagination.
Why people made a movie based on the book, if they tend to change almost the whole stories.
Gossip Girl, Da Vinci Code, The Nanny Diaries, Devil Wears Prada, and etc. there were a lot of differences between the books and the movies.
Let's take Gossip Girl as comparison. Even the serial was not that disappointed the story has changed. Jenny was supposed to be double D. Dan and Serena? Where is Vanessa? I thought Eric studying in Brown.
If you watched the movie, I just wanna tell you. Based on the book, Jenny has double D, she quite scandalous, she was naïve and Serena wannabe. Serena was a goddess (the serial has shown it too). She was never interested with Dan. Dan was dating Vanessa, the other Constance’s student and indie movie maker. Blair was not lost her virginity with Chuck Bass (for God sake). Eric was a college guy, studying at Brown and has partied a lot. Blair’s mom was not a fashion designer; she was dating someone that Blair hates so much. Blair’s step brother, Aaron, had a relationship with Serena. Blair was not that mean, she was not evil. She just want everything to be perfect, but unfortunately Serena always ruining her plans. Please be objective with Blair :)
Can you imagine how disappointed I am? There was a huge different thing.
Da Vinci Code, The Nanny Diaries and Devil Wears Prada were acceptable. Even I like the books much better, I understand, it was hard to put few hundred pages of book into two hours movie. They should cut something to fit in, and more drama is a must! Well, drama drama drama, maybe they thought all of us like too much drama.
There was some movie that followed the remarkable book loyally. Gone with the Wind, I just watched it once again, I felt it was fascinating. The movie given me the same satisfaction as the book.
Pride and Prejudice was the same though. Even it gets more romantic in the movie, it's acceptable.
If you read the book, you like it, why do you want to make a movie that totally different? You can change a bit, but not the main story.
Should I watch the movie first rather than read the book? I know, I wont get disappointed if I watch the movie first then read the book. So, there is no more pleasure of reading then. Bcos my mind has been set by the movie. I could not have the free imagination anymore, something people could not take from me.
After all, each person has their own interpretation about the book they have read. I couldn't blame them. Even I still feel my imagination has been killed by those movies that shown really different stories.
Well for all the movie makers, please don't destroy the story.
Cheerio
Indeed, most of the movies based on the books are always disappointed. I feel that some movies have killed my imagination.
Why people made a movie based on the book, if they tend to change almost the whole stories.
Gossip Girl, Da Vinci Code, The Nanny Diaries, Devil Wears Prada, and etc. there were a lot of differences between the books and the movies.
Let's take Gossip Girl as comparison. Even the serial was not that disappointed the story has changed. Jenny was supposed to be double D. Dan and Serena? Where is Vanessa? I thought Eric studying in Brown.
If you watched the movie, I just wanna tell you. Based on the book, Jenny has double D, she quite scandalous, she was naïve and Serena wannabe. Serena was a goddess (the serial has shown it too). She was never interested with Dan. Dan was dating Vanessa, the other Constance’s student and indie movie maker. Blair was not lost her virginity with Chuck Bass (for God sake). Eric was a college guy, studying at Brown and has partied a lot. Blair’s mom was not a fashion designer; she was dating someone that Blair hates so much. Blair’s step brother, Aaron, had a relationship with Serena. Blair was not that mean, she was not evil. She just want everything to be perfect, but unfortunately Serena always ruining her plans. Please be objective with Blair :)
Can you imagine how disappointed I am? There was a huge different thing.
Da Vinci Code, The Nanny Diaries and Devil Wears Prada were acceptable. Even I like the books much better, I understand, it was hard to put few hundred pages of book into two hours movie. They should cut something to fit in, and more drama is a must! Well, drama drama drama, maybe they thought all of us like too much drama.
There was some movie that followed the remarkable book loyally. Gone with the Wind, I just watched it once again, I felt it was fascinating. The movie given me the same satisfaction as the book.
Pride and Prejudice was the same though. Even it gets more romantic in the movie, it's acceptable.
If you read the book, you like it, why do you want to make a movie that totally different? You can change a bit, but not the main story.
Should I watch the movie first rather than read the book? I know, I wont get disappointed if I watch the movie first then read the book. So, there is no more pleasure of reading then. Bcos my mind has been set by the movie. I could not have the free imagination anymore, something people could not take from me.
After all, each person has their own interpretation about the book they have read. I couldn't blame them. Even I still feel my imagination has been killed by those movies that shown really different stories.
Well for all the movie makers, please don't destroy the story.
Cheerio
Monday, April 14, 2008
Am I Chinese?
I was born in Indonesia, but I am pure Chinese. I'm proud being Chinese, I'm surely do. Now, it is kinda change a bit, it doesn't mean I'm not proud that I am Chinese, but I'm getting irritated by other Chinese.
When the first time I moved here, in Malaysia, I was not really care about that I'm Chinese but I couldn't speak Chinese. In my country, especially in Jakarta, it is not a problem at all. There are a lot of Indonesian Chinese, including my parents, who couldn't speak Mandarin, Hokkien or whatever.
Now, every time I'm in the cab with Chinese driver, they are going to speak in Mandarin to me. Whenever I reply, "Sorry Uncle, I cannot speak Chinese" they will accuse me.
Uncle 1: I thought you are Chinese ah
Uncle 2: You Chinese but cannot speak Chinese, funny ah
Uncle 3: How come you cannot speak Chinese. You are not Chinese!
They will give me those pity looks, or even get mad of me.
I will explain to them, how the thing was going in the past. Some stories, that Soeharto did not allow Indonesia Chinese to speak in their mother tongue language and even forced them to change their name to Indonesian name.
They still give me those pity looks, or ignore me, haha.
Uncle 4; You should learn Mandarin, today it is very important you know (agree!)
Uncle 5; Started to ignore me and bitching up in Mandarin. (for this type of taxi driver they are look very grumpy)
Uncle 6; Even your parents cannot speak Mandarin? aiyoooooo (shake their head and another pity looks again)
Well, those kind of reactions were came from taxi driver, or I will say uneducated class. My lecture and friends put more curiosity rather than accusing me about this (thanks God).
I know, every Chinese are always proud about Chinese. From the history I learnt, in the past they were the same. Chinese always think China as the centre of the world and other races are barbarian. Despite the facts Chinese is a good businessman and the economy builder in some countries, they are always the minority.
United States, Malaysia, Indonesia, Australia, they are the minority.
From the presentation I attended, the professor had mentioned that Chinese in China thought that Singaporean Chinese were not Chinese. They had emigrated from China, therefore they are not "Chinese" anymore. I think it is funny, because most of the time I heard from those taxi drivers that I am not Chinese because I could not speak Mandarin. Now all I wanted to say to them, "Do you know, you have been abandoned as well by the other Chinese? We are the same"
Well, after all I'm proud that I am Chinese. It is not my fault that my ancestor had travelled to Indonesia. This is not my fault that Soeharto used to hate Chinese. This is not my fault that even my parents could not speak Mandarin. I am Chinese.
I am proud as well, even I am Chinese, I'm not old-fashioned like most of the Chinese. I have blended with other races, I have seen more about cultural differences. I have learnt more about others, and I did not live in the box with "CHINESE" letter only.
Cheers!
When the first time I moved here, in Malaysia, I was not really care about that I'm Chinese but I couldn't speak Chinese. In my country, especially in Jakarta, it is not a problem at all. There are a lot of Indonesian Chinese, including my parents, who couldn't speak Mandarin, Hokkien or whatever.
Now, every time I'm in the cab with Chinese driver, they are going to speak in Mandarin to me. Whenever I reply, "Sorry Uncle, I cannot speak Chinese" they will accuse me.
Uncle 1: I thought you are Chinese ah
Uncle 2: You Chinese but cannot speak Chinese, funny ah
Uncle 3: How come you cannot speak Chinese. You are not Chinese!
They will give me those pity looks, or even get mad of me.
I will explain to them, how the thing was going in the past. Some stories, that Soeharto did not allow Indonesia Chinese to speak in their mother tongue language and even forced them to change their name to Indonesian name.
They still give me those pity looks, or ignore me, haha.
Uncle 4; You should learn Mandarin, today it is very important you know (agree!)
Uncle 5; Started to ignore me and bitching up in Mandarin. (for this type of taxi driver they are look very grumpy)
Uncle 6; Even your parents cannot speak Mandarin? aiyoooooo (shake their head and another pity looks again)
Well, those kind of reactions were came from taxi driver, or I will say uneducated class. My lecture and friends put more curiosity rather than accusing me about this (thanks God).
I know, every Chinese are always proud about Chinese. From the history I learnt, in the past they were the same. Chinese always think China as the centre of the world and other races are barbarian. Despite the facts Chinese is a good businessman and the economy builder in some countries, they are always the minority.
United States, Malaysia, Indonesia, Australia, they are the minority.
From the presentation I attended, the professor had mentioned that Chinese in China thought that Singaporean Chinese were not Chinese. They had emigrated from China, therefore they are not "Chinese" anymore. I think it is funny, because most of the time I heard from those taxi drivers that I am not Chinese because I could not speak Mandarin. Now all I wanted to say to them, "Do you know, you have been abandoned as well by the other Chinese? We are the same"
Well, after all I'm proud that I am Chinese. It is not my fault that my ancestor had travelled to Indonesia. This is not my fault that Soeharto used to hate Chinese. This is not my fault that even my parents could not speak Mandarin. I am Chinese.
I am proud as well, even I am Chinese, I'm not old-fashioned like most of the Chinese. I have blended with other races, I have seen more about cultural differences. I have learnt more about others, and I did not live in the box with "CHINESE" letter only.
Cheers!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Counting the hours
There is a few more hours left until I’m turning 22. Am I happy? For now, I will say no.
I woke up today and everything still going all right, even I couldn’t study few more chapters before my test. It gets worse after the test. I’m not type of student who are hardworking, smart and etc. but I did expect a good mark, especially for this assignment. I thought that I will get a good mark, but I only got 10/20, huhu. I was sooo shocked when my lecture told me. I never expected my mark to be really really good, but I don’t want to be pass2an as well. I thought I will get at least 14/20 because I kinda put an effort while doing that assignment if I compared to my other assignments or test, which I just “pasrah”.
I was so sad, because in 6 more hours I will turning 22, but what happened so far it gets me down. I still haven’t changed to somebody I want to be if I’m 22 years old.
The story goes, then I messaged my boyfriend, he was doing his assignment. I really feel that I need a friend, because tomorrow is my birthday but all I have now is a bad grade. He said that I couldn’t go to his place today, because he’s having a group meeting in the afternoon. Aarrgghh.
I went to sleep, then I woke up; I had a bad dream. It wasn’t clear what all was about, but in my dream I need to run because everybody tries to chase me. I woke up and my heart was beating so fast. I called my boyfriend, he did not pick up. Then I called one of my best friends. We chatted for a while. We kinda feel sad, because we are in the same age, but we haven’t done anything yet. I haven’t finished my degree yet. I’m not a skipper, but I did waste my times two years a go when I decided to go to American degree after completing my foundation year which mean I will finish my degree after five years in Malaysia.
I feel kinda bad for my parents, because I have wasting my time with this whole degree thingy. I have promised my father that I will pull up my grade this semester because I wasn’t performed well last semester. My GPA is declining, huhu. That’s why I don’t want to be pass2annn. Huuuuuhhh, I’m really saaaddd right now.
TO DO LIST (22 years old):
- pull up my grade (oh God please help me)
- graduate in 1 ½ years
- be a good daughter
- be a good girlfriend J
- be a good auntiee
- find a part time job or internship (I need to enter the work environment, SOON)
- save more money
- be more responsible and mature
- be closer to God (I haven’t go to the church in 4 months, I didn’t go for Easter toooo, aarrgghh)
Well that’s all. I hope I will have a great year in my new age.
Ciao.
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