river of dreams

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Choice


You always have choices

When you don't have any, just make one

Even though it seems like there's no other way
Nowhere to go
No one to turn to
No time left

You always have choices

You just have to try and see it
Be hopeful
Keep the faith
Stay patience

You always have choices

Even when you think you don't
You know you don't
When they tell you that you don't
When it's easier to think that you don't

But you know what?
You always have choices
Because you can always choose not to choose
Because "not choosing" is also a choice

Phones


I have the best job in the world.

Working as a journalist in a magazine about cellular, every month I get to use up to three mobile phones and review them. Well, sometimes it's not that enjoyable, partly because it had became a routine and I just got bored doing it. But it's really exciting when the stuff landed in my desk was the "cool" ones. The ultimate multimedia gadget. Or simply because it's so stylish that I want them for myself.

And let me tell you. I have reviewed a lot of expensive ones. Some of them are Sony Ericsson K750i & W800i, Samsung SGH-i300 & D600, Nokia N90, and Motorola V3i & L7. But you know what, only a few phones really got me want to take them home. And they are: Sony Ericsson Z800 and Samsung SGH-E760.

Why them? You may ask. Well, they're not that perfect. I mean, E760 didn't have external memory and Z800 was a bit large, but I love them. I like using them and they're just soo beautiful! :D

Do You Remember?


I think this is one of the best songs ever created by Phil Collins. I always enjoy singing it, because of its simplicity, the strong lyrics and all. Just read this, and you'll see what I mean.

we never talked about it
but I hear the blame was mine
and I'd called you up to say I'm sorry
but I wouldn't wanna waste your time

'cause I love you
but I can't take anymore
there's a look I can't describe in your eyes
if we could try like we tried before
would you keep on telling me those lies?

do you remember?

there seemed no way to make up
'cause it seemed your mind was set
with the way you looked you told me
it's a look i know i'll never forget

you could've come over to my side
you could've let me know
you could've tried to see the distance between us
but it seemed too far for you to go

do you remember?

through all of my life
in spite of all the pain
you know that people are funny sometimes
'cause they just can't wait
to get hurt again

tell me do you remember?

there are things we won't recall
and feelings we'll never find
it's taken so long to see it
'cause we never seemed to have the time

there was always something more important to do
more important to say
but "i love you"
wasn't one of those things
and now it's too late

do you remember?

When I was in junior high, I was so fond of listening to songs and write the lyrics. And I'm very thankful for this hobby, because I get to learn english more.

I remember my classmate, who knew about my habit, gave me an album and asked me to write one of the song's lyrics because his band want to sing it. But it didn't work out well because it was a punk band and I can't identify all the lyrics that the singer was singing even though I played the song over and over again :P

Sorry pal...

Friday, May 19, 2006

Cna Yuo Raed Tihs?


Hahaha, this is a good one:

fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabridge Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

:D

Bye bye editors! :P

Thursday, May 18, 2006

%@#$&*/<$!!!


Gosh!
It's like a never ending nightmare!
Who's making all these rules?
Who decide what you should do, where you should go, or when you should do it?
And why do I keep listening to them?
This is my life!
If I fall, will they go down with me?
If I fail, can they keep me sane again?

I hate this!
I hate the fact that we're supposed to do what we want to do, listen to our hearts and everything, but the fact is, we just can't!
There are always this and that, him and her, you and they!
There will never be me and me or me!
While it's me that we're talking about!
Me that's doing and thinking and dreaming and deciding and giving and sacrificing and worrying and praying and losing and frustrating!

So just stop pushing and bugging and annoying and waiting and pretending and judging and wasting my time!
'Cos I ain't listening anymore!

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Blondes


Why people tend to describe blonde girls as stupid? I don't know. But I found a quite funny joke 'bout it:

Blonde paint job

A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.

"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"

The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?"


The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"


The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."


A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.


"You're finished already?" he asked.


"Yes," the blonde answered, "And I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats."

Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50.

"And by the way," the blonde added, "That's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari."


:D

Money

When David (my boyfriend) pick me up from work and take me home with his motorcycle, we used to take the Pondok Indah road. And everytime, I never could keep my eyes off the beautiful houses that we passed by. We used to call them "the old-rich people". I wonder what kind of life they go through. With all those money, I imagine that they never need to worry about buying this and that. They can have anything they want. Traveling everywhere. Wearing best clothes and riding expensive cars. Anything that money can buy.

But somehow, I can't imagine that all of them were happy. Because that's what us, people, naturally do. Never satisfied with what we've got. We'll always want more. We'll always feel that we need more.

And money always bring something else. A father end up marrying some young stupid girl, a mother who couldn't stop buying jewelry to impress her rich friends, and a son who became a drug addict because his parents never there for him.

So if money can't buy happiness, what can? I guess it's that feeling that you are complete. That you have enough. That you are always blessed.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Xxxxxxx


Not feeling so well today. Maybe because yesterday I'm walking in the rain with my boyfriend. No jacket on, forgot all about how I easily get sicked by rain especially during the night, I just keep on walking.

We watched the German movie "Down Fall" last night. It's about how Hitler was doing during the attack by the Russian army and how he finally committed suicide. By the way, his wife Eva Braun also committed suicide with him. And a lot of his soldiers and friends too. Crazy people. All of them seemed to believe so much in him. Like he was a God or something. To me, he is nothing but a crazy old fool. His solution for everything was murder. Kill him. Kill her. He feel sorry for nothing. During the attack, he even told his army not to save the people in Berlin. It's their own fault that they end up dead, he said. They're just not strong enough to cope with the situation. Only the strong deserve to survive. He have no pity even for the women and kids. What an asshole.

This morning I almost decided to stay home. But I got up and went to the office anyway. What a bad decision. Because now I get to hear the possibility that they won't let me go. Again. For the third time. What an asshole!