After the Dance

It seems that the universe stopped evolving, and we were the one who spin. After one bottle I started to join the crowd. Tajakistan guy was pushing me to the inner circle and there, I tried to move my body. Indian song was in the air, and Ganesh danced in front of me with his Nepal style. I copy cat him, and one of his friends patted me on the shoulder “You are really good.” We also had fun with Ethiopian song and Uganda music, and one of the senior ladies taught me how hard it is to do African dance. The DJ played my favorite dance hits, Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira and I could not stand still any longer. “Oh baby, when you talked like that, you make the woman go mad!” accompanied by Thai guy, my fellow from home country, Nepal girl and I don’t care about the others because I feel this adrenaline rushed in my blood. Time for latino musica, Rodrigo took me by the hand and spin me around and around and around while I did a wanna be salsa dance. It seems the world stopped moving and it was only me who was busy and contented revolving.

Life might not be the party we always want, but since we’re here, we should dance.

- Quotes I’ve read from Scrapbooks stickers.

Open Hands

Tomorrow will be full entire two weeks that I’ve been in this city. Many things happened, but still I considered days gone by quite slowly here. Other than adjusting with new climate (that’s the hardest thing for me), new system, and new people, mostly I spent times sleeping or else, cooking. Once, I came to a best friend’s room, and we were tuning to youtube and sang along with all our hearts. To our surprise, there are some of karaoke videos in youtube, so the absent of happy puppy could be eliminated a little.

I came here with in group of more than 10 persons. The number has been added up until now. That is quite a lot, in my opinion. A friend said, that I don’t have to worry about homesick. Well, why should I feel homesick, if I carry a home whenever I go? The thing is, I didn’t expect that the problem could arise between us, the people who comes from same land. Are we look alike? Or are we just a personal self with solitude mind? Do you expect your neighbor like the music you play loud everyday? Or do you adjust with the odd time his alarm clock starts ticking?

The temperature has been starting to drop, bit by bit, and I’m still wishing the sun to come out. Yeah, some might say, in your dreams, but you can not stand against my faith. Although, it is scientifically proven that autumn is making its way to this town. But hey it is me, the girl who likes to be drawn in her own thought. So, tonight, let me dream away that we will be just fine here and the temperature will be friendly for our tropical body and mind.

The key of survival is accepting the condition
- my own wise-ass wisdom

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Black and white and everything in between

I try so hard not to judge and not to see things black and white.

Because, I don’t always believe black is the bad side and white is the good side. If I stay too long in one place, then everything become either pitch black, or cleanly white. Sometimes there is something in between, but not too much.

Moving out, or in, challenge me to counter everything in my head, because then I meet various people and face lots of choices.

Does it make me see things in grey shade? Or sephia?

No, it becomes colorful.

Picnic in the Park

We're gonna have a picnic in the park.
You, and me, and all the people we love.
We're gonna have ginger ale or temulawak or anything you like.
I will walk on the sidewalk and you will hold my hand.
We're gonna stop by the ice cream parlor and taste the rum raisin flavor.
You will see a decent house and dream we are the oma opa who had the tea.
I stop by at the window of pizza restaurant and pretend we order margerita.
You stop as well, and steal a kiss.

And this is what I mean about I like to dream big.

The Space Between Us

It was 5 o’clock in the morning and I have already waken up. I laid on the bed with the white sheet on it. Too dark to open the window and the silence was ticking bold.
I hold my breath and gazed at the room I am in.
It was not that hard, I have done this before. But still, there was this uncontrollable feeling I have in my chest.
Do I miss home? Do I really want to be here today?
I have made two modular origami and placed them on the window sill. By the time I looked at them I realized, that I am totally alone in this universe. But not exactly lonely, I believe my self will take care of me while I stepped my feet again.
So, I convinced my self, once again, that this is the right path I am in. Are you with me?

The Beginning

So, I decided to record eveything in this page. Just wish me luck that I can push my self hard enough to write amongst all the activities I have in here. More ever, wish me luck that I have enough activities to note down.