Happy Independence Day, Indonesia

Happy Independence Day, my dear home country. Haven’t seen your face in almost a year. Heard you’re doing good. And by good I mean as usual. And by as usual I mean just as bad as before.

Nevertheless I’m sure people will rejoice in this independence day (which falls on a holiday no less!). Though you might not have big platform with thousands of people performing/watching or magnificent fireworks like what the country I live in had, I’m sure independence day is a happy moment, happier than all things.

63. You’re getting old. But still strong. Be proud. So far the only thing we lost is the East Timor which is not that big loss anyways. A lot of rebels tried to break free but no, they’re still there, and we’re still one. Indonesia.

Yes I guess it’s time to pat yourself in the back and be glad that, well, after years of threats, you’re still one. United.

Happy Independence Day, Indonesia. Even though I’m not there at the moment you know my citizenship still belongs to you.
And my heart too.

Convocation 2008

And so it was over.

Rehearsals after rehearsals left me feeling bleh and super tired, and being the last group in line to perform didn’t help. And hearing Samba Masala (this samba percussion group) practicing their piece over and over again made me cranky. I mean, of course their piece is good and energetic and everything but when you hear them over and over and over and over and over again you just want to throw tomatoes (or anything more “bloody”) to them. It’s not that I don’t like them. Really.

So we sang this song “Go the Distance” from the Disney movie Hercules. It was supposed to be a soloist song which was weirdly purported into choir song. Oh well. Never mind.

I like performing. So when I’m performing I’ll let out my soul free and I’ll express it in the ways possible. Sadly my other choir members might not like performing as much as I do. Oh well. Now I wonder whether I should not have been so expressive since I seem to overpowered them last afternoon.

But all in all it was over and I could get back to my normal life without vigorous rehearsals and late-night blocking practice with all the performers.

I guess.