Archive for August, 2008

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Happy Birthday Singapore

August 9, 2008

Some 200,000 gathered at Marina Bay on Saturday to mark Singapore’s 43rd birthday.

The celebrations kicked off with teenage jazz heart—throb Nathan Hartono performing the opening song at the National Day Parade (NDP) titled “Where I Belong”.

Despite the drizzle, the crowds were razzle dazzled by the non—stop action on the sea, in the stands and up in the skies.

The Singapore Air Force’s elite Black Knights participated in this year’s NDP for the first time. They also commemorated the Republic of Singapore Air Force’s 40th anniversary.

The military police also made a re—appearance at the parade since their last performance in 2006.

The six F16 Fighting Falcons greeted spectators at Marina Bay with their deafening entrance and they certainly left a mark in the sky for all to see in their tight formation.

Flying at some 2,000 kilometres an hour, over the central business district, leaves no room for any mistakes.

As thousands craned their necks with cameras in hand, the Black Knights just could not resist declaring their love for Singapore.

Source: www.sg.news.yahoo.com

Ulang taun aja heboh banget deh. Kata kakak yang pernah ambil Engineering Society subject,  Singapur buang2 duit segitu banyak buat National Day Parade karena ingin menumbuhkan rasa nasionalisme para citizennya. Hmm…kayaknya analoginya macam orang tua yang kayaaaaaa banget yang cuman punya anak tunggal (secara Singapur penduduknya dikit :P ). Namanya juga anak tunggal, pasti manja, dan dimanja.  Setiap anaknya ultah pasti dirayain gede2an, biar anaknya  nggak pada lupa ama bapak ibunya.

Kalo gini Indonesia macam tetangga yang kekurangan banget. Tapi kita nggak manja sih. Ulang taun cuman pake panjat pinang ama makan kerupuk juga udah nasionalis kok :P

Nungguin tujubelasan,
Gita

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Good bye my friend

August 6, 2008

Good bye my friend.

How I really want to curse. But it is inappropriate. So, good bye to you. Let us go according to our own paths.
For you know, I really appreciate you as a friend. Or perhaps I did, until you went away.

Now that you have pulled yourself away, I just hope you find your sun in the dawn and your light in the dusk.

Good bye.

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Aren’t you afraid?

August 5, 2008

I dunno I got this thought lately. I kinda have this worries about jobs and workings and life after uni and stuffs. Everything wont be the same anymore. When we get older, there are so many things to take care of. Not that I dun want to, but I just dun like it. U noe when you have to finish your essay about history or whatever project it is in high school that u hate? It feels just like it. You dun like it. But you have to do it. No matter what. U got no choice.

Not that I hate working. I love it. Because I can earn money. But the reality that you have to undergo it everyday, 9 to 5, is just freaking me out.

I used to aspire being a career woman. Ambassador. Diplomat. Spokesperson. Whatever it is. They just look so cool. Sleek. Smart. But mostly they dun have a very happy life. They are married to their job, which means married to the stress as well. No I dun want that.

This thought first struck my mind when I was on attachment. I was glad. I got experience. I earned money. But I lost my passion. I didnt quite enjoy that. I was so lonely. Had to wake up really early in the morning, to catch up the second bus. Then I arrived hall at least 7 pm, leaving me only a couple hours to recharge my mind, have some rest, not to mention visiting friends and those who are dear to me.

When I meet people I really love being with, I felt really rejuvenated. I felt happy for them for their good and worried for their bad. Only by seeing them, talking to them, I felt the happiness I have ever wanted in my life. Suddenly all those dreams about future prospects and stuffs are gone. I felt like I dun really want them. Those things cant give me happiness at all. Yes we do need the job and stuffs to earn money. We HAVE to earn money. We cant be selfish. That’s what one of my friends said. But we cant go on pursuing them. They cant be our first priority. Someday we have to settle down. Doesn’t it feel tiring pursuing all these? Even the most amount of money in the world wouldn’t be enough. And even if we can reach that peak, it cant give us that much happiness as we wished for. Someday we have to stop and reflect. What do we really want?

You know what is really sad? It’s not really when there are nobody you can run to if you have problems. But it is when you dun have anyone to share your happiness with. Or when you feel no one wanted you as you never have time for them. Aren’t you afraid of that?

What is really making me happy is seeing those whom I love, watching my sisters grew up, being the first to run to when my best friends have trouble, being the first to hear good news from them, being the most wanted person to attend their most important events and being loved in return.

I love to love them. But I love it better to be loved.