Have you ever wanted to be something that required certain talent?
Stop, stop. Don't answer it, let me be the one who answer it because i know, you unconsciously clicked a link and then just stumbled upon this stupid-and-unworthy-of-your-time-blog, and you don't want to face this stupid question from the dumb guy who butchered every sentence with his grammatical errors. If you are a brilliant mind person, i don't want you go to your philosophic mode because this is not a serious question, i just wanted to piqued your interest to my writing. Just like all those professional writers said, give a question at the beginning to raise readers curiosity. Though, I, 100 per cent sure it's not working to you, and may be right now you are yawning, considering to click the back button, please don't, don't leave my blog, i need readers please, i'm begging you, i need you to pity me, i'm a guy who need someone to listen to his thoughts, i just need a minute of your attentions. Okay? You would not go anywhere? Promise? Yeyyy.
Okay, enough rambling, back to the question, (if you already forgot, there, look up the first sentence at the first paragraph above). Confession time, I did, i do, i always do. i always trapped in the fantasy to do or to be something that far away out of my reach. To be something that impossible to me.
For instants, When i was a kid, every friday night I and my sisters would sat in front of TV with goo goo eyes watching my favorite contestants singing their heart out in Indonesian Idol. (Damn you Simon Cowell, you turned me to be a fan girl of your awesomely good reality show when i was still an innocent pubescent boy).
The winner that time, Joy Tobing and Delon, i was a biggest fan of them, i wanted to be like them, become a famous and national phenomenon overnight. I still have their poster somewhere in the cardboard box at my parents house.
Now when i'm fully grown up physically and emotionally (but not sexually, i'm still virgin) recalling all those memories makes me giggle, shaking my head, and cover my face, and muttering how embarrassing that boy, how gay he was.
Since that talent show fever, my younger self found he spent an hour or two on his bed before sleeping, wondering how does it feel to be a pop star. Standing on the big stage, fan girls screaming my name, begging me to marry them, or just give my sperm cells to their ovaries which always explode everytime my .gif picture appear on their tumblr, holding big posters, my name in glittery letters, and don't forget that big pink heart shape with my photo on it too, just imagine like justin bieber and his fans, (damn that boy have a talent and crazy massive fanbase around the world). Or westlife for me at my time in early 21-ish century.
You must be wondering if i that brave to dreamed about being a pop star, how good my singing voice ? Am I good enough to sing in public? hahaha my friend, you should hear my voice, Josh Groban would be thrilled to hear his howling voice when his toes stubbed at the cupboard's wall everytime i'm trying to reached a high notes. And i bet his voice when in pain is still hundreds times better than my i'm-trying-to-hold-this-note-with-all-of-my-heart. (Oh, god where's the logic in that last two sentences. See, there's a contradiction in those sentences. Josh Groban voice as an example are insensible.
I hope you don't understand what i'm just talking about so i know i'm not the only idiot in this world).
You know, when i was a kid i also like to sing on the bed to passed the time everytime i can not sleep, before my mother barged in to my room, then clawed my eyelids down, ordering me to sleep. I sang with all my heart, but i put pillows on my face to muffled my voice. At midnight my families would be frightened, they tought my voice were a child ghost crying for his kuntilanak mom. And the neighbour's cats would be singing too, maybe they thought my voice are mating calls.
At school there's an art class, every year there's a time you should perform in front of your class. You have an obligation to sing three types of songs, a national song, a traditional song, and a popular song that you like (i warning you, don't pick a dangdut song, there was a girl singing dangdut, and then she spent all of her high school years called as 'biduan' or 'jablay', it's a term to address a singer with erotic performance). Teacher would call you, and then you standing stiffly at the front of class who trying so hard to surpress their laugh, you singing those three song solemnly. I suggest lower your head, don't look at your friends or it would be end with laughter except if you have a golden voice, that can bring tears in Pak Suhanto (my art teacher) eyes, and you would be a school celebrity because he is so proud of you he would praise your talent in every class and to every teacher he met. I never got high mark in this, Pak Suhanto called me and more than half of my class as a tone deaf.
Stop, stop. Don't answer it, let me be the one who answer it because i know, you unconsciously clicked a link and then just stumbled upon this stupid-and-unworthy-of-your-time-blog, and you don't want to face this stupid question from the dumb guy who butchered every sentence with his grammatical errors. If you are a brilliant mind person, i don't want you go to your philosophic mode because this is not a serious question, i just wanted to piqued your interest to my writing. Just like all those professional writers said, give a question at the beginning to raise readers curiosity. Though, I, 100 per cent sure it's not working to you, and may be right now you are yawning, considering to click the back button, please don't, don't leave my blog, i need readers please, i'm begging you, i need you to pity me, i'm a guy who need someone to listen to his thoughts, i just need a minute of your attentions. Okay? You would not go anywhere? Promise? Yeyyy.
Okay, enough rambling, back to the question, (if you already forgot, there, look up the first sentence at the first paragraph above). Confession time, I did, i do, i always do. i always trapped in the fantasy to do or to be something that far away out of my reach. To be something that impossible to me.
For instants, When i was a kid, every friday night I and my sisters would sat in front of TV with goo goo eyes watching my favorite contestants singing their heart out in Indonesian Idol. (Damn you Simon Cowell, you turned me to be a fan girl of your awesomely good reality show when i was still an innocent pubescent boy).
The winner that time, Joy Tobing and Delon, i was a biggest fan of them, i wanted to be like them, become a famous and national phenomenon overnight. I still have their poster somewhere in the cardboard box at my parents house.
Now when i'm fully grown up physically and emotionally (but not sexually, i'm still virgin) recalling all those memories makes me giggle, shaking my head, and cover my face, and muttering how embarrassing that boy, how gay he was.
Since that talent show fever, my younger self found he spent an hour or two on his bed before sleeping, wondering how does it feel to be a pop star. Standing on the big stage, fan girls screaming my name, begging me to marry them, or just give my sperm cells to their ovaries which always explode everytime my .gif picture appear on their tumblr, holding big posters, my name in glittery letters, and don't forget that big pink heart shape with my photo on it too, just imagine like justin bieber and his fans, (damn that boy have a talent and crazy massive fanbase around the world). Or westlife for me at my time in early 21-ish century.
You must be wondering if i that brave to dreamed about being a pop star, how good my singing voice ? Am I good enough to sing in public? hahaha my friend, you should hear my voice, Josh Groban would be thrilled to hear his howling voice when his toes stubbed at the cupboard's wall everytime i'm trying to reached a high notes. And i bet his voice when in pain is still hundreds times better than my i'm-trying-to-hold-this-note-with-all-of-my-heart. (Oh, god where's the logic in that last two sentences. See, there's a contradiction in those sentences. Josh Groban voice as an example are insensible.
I hope you don't understand what i'm just talking about so i know i'm not the only idiot in this world).
You know, when i was a kid i also like to sing on the bed to passed the time everytime i can not sleep, before my mother barged in to my room, then clawed my eyelids down, ordering me to sleep. I sang with all my heart, but i put pillows on my face to muffled my voice. At midnight my families would be frightened, they tought my voice were a child ghost crying for his kuntilanak mom. And the neighbour's cats would be singing too, maybe they thought my voice are mating calls.
At school there's an art class, every year there's a time you should perform in front of your class. You have an obligation to sing three types of songs, a national song, a traditional song, and a popular song that you like (i warning you, don't pick a dangdut song, there was a girl singing dangdut, and then she spent all of her high school years called as 'biduan' or 'jablay', it's a term to address a singer with erotic performance). Teacher would call you, and then you standing stiffly at the front of class who trying so hard to surpress their laugh, you singing those three song solemnly. I suggest lower your head, don't look at your friends or it would be end with laughter except if you have a golden voice, that can bring tears in Pak Suhanto (my art teacher) eyes, and you would be a school celebrity because he is so proud of you he would praise your talent in every class and to every teacher he met. I never got high mark in this, Pak Suhanto called me and more than half of my class as a tone deaf.
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