Grounded ship, broken wing

Grounded Ship, Broken Wing

by Tamunosaki Alalibo

You come to me

Without a dream?

No vision of

What to do with me!

No clear idea

Of what you want from me.

I bring my plans

They do not fit

Unveil my dreams

They’re too much for you

My fantasies

You can’t endure.

This party then

Is a grounded ship

And a broken wing

Knees out of joint

The pain is such

I can’t endure.

Akhirnya......

He..he.., akhirnya bisa postingan baru di blog
ajaibnya lagi pake net yang di kampus
Kok..bisa..? padahal kan lelet banget..?
Nah itu..., terpaksa pada hari libur panjang dimana diramalkan para pesaing
pada sibuk libur keluar kota
jadi nge-net bisa agak bernafas

Agak...?
lha iya..
lha postingan ini juga harus menunggu sampai 15 menitan untuk membuka create a postnya
kalo hari biasa...ampe jamuran juga bakalan gak kebuka
Hiks...

masih curhat mengenai web dan kecepatan internet
kemaren pas diskusi dengan teman di kampus mereka bilang kalau
internet cepat kok...
padahal aku selalu frustasi kalo mo nyari file
2 jam hanya bisa dapat 6 biji..
kupikir kesalahan pada komputerku
nah....ikutan mereka pake komputer setempat

ternyata kriteria cepatnya mereka beda dengan kriteriaku
disitu letaknya kesalahannya...
(En..tolong setting ulang standarmu ya... ini jakarta, bukan sydney)
Hiks...

I missed you but I hate you........

When I made this blog...I have already at my hometown, Pekanbaru, Riau..
and the warnet play this song so loudly...... (9 in 10 scale)

I wanna sing the same.... I missed you but I hate you....., Hua..ha..ha..

Leaving Sydney is not as easy as I thought anymore. If my friend already mention this at the end oh his day at Sydney..
my euforia for getting together again with my family kept those feeling down.
After all the euforia passing by, I get stuck with surrounding condition.
I hope I can get my feet on the land again....
because after all these two days, I always complain about everything.
It is not a good habit...but I can not handle it sometimes...

PS: However, holiday in Bali is very nice...
Thanks for both of you guys (Wayan and Bakhri)
I have to manage with "well done" tanning
and for Ali...(bring ma is not a bad idea at all)
Xi..xi..xi..

Will go home....next two days.....

Hmmmmmmmm.....

My adventures in Aussie will be over soon
Next two days....
Will go home...

Evaluation :
Some of planning are success
A few is not...
But most of them are still in the middle of work
I hope they can be finished soon
with the good result...


Thanks a lot
for all friends who always be there for me
and make me
always feel like home

Another Good Bye........

This is one of the poem that I have found in my note...
It might be written ...one year ago.
It seems that it has
suitable moment again
these days.......

Leaving


When the time comes
I have to leave you

Don’t take it wrong
That is not what you do
There is nothing wrong between
You and me

I have to leave you
For a living

Like the leaves
Falling from branch of trees
When winter comes

My dear……………

"Pseudo" Graduation Day...

Some of Indonesian students in University of Sydney

Some of the international students in The Unversity of Sydney who have finished their study will return home at the end of this year. Therefore, ISSU make a "pseudo" Graduation Day for these students. The real graduation day is usually conducted in April.

Pseudo or Real....., this is a happy time...!!!

At the end..this is not a picture in the "jalan-jalan mode"

For this moment..let us say..hip..hip..horeeee

song for the soul...........

Only time

by: Enya

Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?

And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time?

Who can say why your heart sights,
As your live flies, only time?

And who can say why your heart cries
when your love lies, only time?

Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be ,in your heart?

and who can say when the day sleeps,
and the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart.....

Who can say if your love groves,
As your heart chose, only time?

And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time?

Who knows?
Only time

Who knows?
Only time