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About no ordinary girl

This is not an ordinary story
About a girl madly extraordinary
So sit back and listen
Hold to your cola and let me start with a hola!

HOLA!

She likes dancing and singing
Everywhere, anytime
At publics, in her room, even while she’s sleeping
Out loud, out of this world
Don’t care what people might say
She’s just happy for the way she is
Something some people are too afraid to show it

She’s living in her own world
She’s living her dream
Her world is a Disney land
Where laugh is the universal language
Where happiness can be measure by hysterical scream
Yeah… Excitement is the air she breathe

She’s as free as wind
Twisting, blowing, doing everything
As her heart tells her to do
She sweep me off the ground
Remind me that is OK to be different

Normal is such a boring word
Tik tok tik tok…
Tik tok tik tok…
It’s just a constant refrain

Step up to the challenge and be insanely lively
Du ba du ba do ba be ba luuuuuul
Sya la la lo lu le la bluuuu bleeeee
Feel the beat, insanity is so unpredictable

Yes, she’s different
She’s not your ordinary girl
Not because of her lunatic grin
Or her crazy dance
Simply because she is happy for most of the time

She doesn't care too fat or too skinny
She never envy what others girls fancy
She doesn't spend time to talk about others mischief
She never care what boys thought of her

She may not be the prettiest girl
But her smile sure has the happiest twirl
Ooo it will give you the trill
By the skill everyone longing to fill

Normal is such a boring word
Tik tok tik tok…
Tik tok tik tok…
It’s just a constant refrain

Step up to the challenge and be insanely lively
Du ba du ba do ba bruuuuu
Sya la la lo le lu la bluuuu bleeeee
Feel the beat, insanity is so unpredictable

She’s not talking alone
She’s talking to her hearts
She’s not laughing at nothing
She’s laughing at her imaginations

What your mind can’t understand
Your heart interpret it clearer
What your eyes can’t see
Your heart sees it better

That's what I learned from her
The no ordinary girl

Who we really are?

It may be the biggest, most important question in our life. It’s the riddle each of us longing to solve. The answer is so essential it divine the future and strengthen our existence in today’s world where everyone looks almost the same. Some people might find it easy to discover, but for some others, like me, we can stuck in everlasting confusion. And no others have the answer but oneself.

It’s easier for us to claim others qualities than to seek for our own. We tend to become what people want us to be, instead of something we are happy to be. Because it’s the shortcut, the “Ponari Water” to reach too, what it seems, the best of us. And we think we might be able to make everybody happy, where as it is impossible.

How one can make everybody happy if one is not.

You may take my writing as bullshit. A desperate man searching for a life sensation through a cheap publication. If you do think this note that way, you should stop wasting your time reading this piece of crap. But for you who willing to listen; this is my true story, my unfinished journey to find who I really am. The scary thing about this whole episode of self-discovery is, I don’t know when and how will I end the story. But maybe this writing is the start.

I’m not someone you used to think I am.

I’m the boy who sits alone in the corner, shy; feel inferior, not brave enough to speak out his mind. The geek, the loner, not good in making friends because I’m worry too much to make mistakes, instead I made even a lot more. I always try to be the best; I forget no one is perfect. I guess that’s how sometimes people get the bad vibe from me.

Honestly, sometimes it hurts so much, when loneliness visit me. I try to hush it away by pretending everything is okay. But I can’t. I'm too weary to fool myself. Yesterday afternoon, when I was sitting alone, a line of questions sprang suddenly; “what would I become in the next 10 years? Would I be myself? Would I be happy for what I have become? Since then, these questions kept echoing over and over inside my head. Like a broken cassette. Like the sound of thousand bats flying out of darkest cave.

Please don’t spare me your pity, for I already have enough from myself. I didn't write to beg, I did it to tell you the unspoken side of me. The dark side. The one that I keep running away from. Above all I did it because...

I really want to be your friend.

People say friend got nothing to hide from each other. A friend always tells his friend the truth. And this is my truth; I can’t find my way alone. I need friends to share my dreams. I need friends to slap me on the head if I do it wrongly. I need friends whom I can tell about my fears and doubt. I need friends that will stay with me no matter what happen.

So then maybe I’ll find the answer, Who am I? And maybe... you'll find yours as well.

---Lovers and friends are alike, they come and go. The only difference is friends take you wherever they go (they keep you in their heart, just as if you wonder. ;p).---

PS: I deliberately wrote in English, because I never really have the courage to do it and to listen to critics. But now I’m not scare (okay. Maybe a little bit. OKAY! OKAY! I'm scare. I'm so scare. okay. Fiuuuuh... :p). People say making mistakes is the best also the bitterest way to find ourselves. …