About an excitement

So okay, I wanted to post Mr President (Obama, Barack) picture here, yet can't find any pretty picture of him in my old digi-cam. He gave a speech last month at my beloved school, University of Southern California (USC, LA, CA) *background: me posing with peace  fight on symbol*

I was so excited to see him, that I stood in 10-blocks line for hours to reach the place and found out that I was and am not tall enough to see him clearly with thousands of people before me, so anti climax: I went home not long after he started to speak. My energy has been sucked out for cheering for Jamie Foxx and friends. Don't blame me, Mr President! I do love you :)

I know, I am Indonesian and Indonesians are proud of our elementary education system that introduced Obama to the world and eventually brought him to Harvard Law School *if you know what I mean*. We are just so.so.so proud of him, either because we genuinely are or because there is nothing we can be really proud of lately, that we sometimes exaggerate the fact that he spent only 4 years in Indonesia. I'm saying WE, so don't be angry, I am included. *Of course I am included! I spent hours standing in line to see someone that didn't even aware of my existence. I am a fan though I have neither his face patched on my wall nor Obama-Anak-Menteng-the-movie in my must-watch list.*

I felt the excitement, as other Americans or Non-Americans did. Oh please, we don't care about "what" we are (as oppose to my lovely Communication and Culture class that asked us to analyze this event). Just bring him out! We wanna see him! Or in my case, I wanna listen to his voice, and most importantly I wanna tell everyone I did. LIVE.

It's all about the feeling people, the experience. *Wide eyes.Cheer.Faint*

USC: Excitement Episode

starring:

Brown  the Mayor

Jamie Foxx

Kal "Kumar" Penn

Siera and Stefano as the excited ones

and ... OBAMA himself!

=)

About a disappointment

As your excitement of everything slowly goes away, so does mine of you.

About believing in something

First of all, there's a difference between to believe and to believe in something. This is a quote I found. Hope it helps.

To believe in something or somebody means to have faith in them or in it and this requires a long term relationship. For example, you can say I believe in miracles which means you think that in general it is possible that miracles happen.

To believe + object describes a more concrete situation, usually it's a single action as in our sentence. 
If your friend calls you tomorrow announcoing I've just won 3 million dollars in the lottery! you simply might reply I don't believe you which means you don't think that this particular statement of his is true.

from: http://www.english-test.net/forum/ftopic3572.html

I personally assert that to believe in something is a motivation. It motivates you to acquire certain goals, gives you hope and expectations, lift your confidence up, but it doesn't. DOESN'T. distinguish you to non-believers.*by putting non-believers, I don't mean to connect this to some kind of spiritual belief or such thing. They literally mean anyone that doesn't believe in whatever you do believe in (e.g. hard work, luck, the importance of facebook, the doomsday, the positive of stalking -- now it's getting personal, haha...)

My point is to really underline action as the fruit of an idea. Frankly, I don't care about what you believe in.

You can believe in, you know, tarot cards, whatever, I don't care. Not mainly because I'm a self-centric bitch, well that may be a part of it, but yes, what you believe in per se won't affect me and my life. I am not disturbed by your confidence in tarot cards. And yes, what you believe in and what I believe in don't make us different until you/I practice your/my belief tangibly. In this case, I would be mad if you forced me to walk straight on my way to school because according to your tarot cards, I would be in danger if I turned left.

I notice in some movies, well, some super hero movies, this most profound scene, close to the climax, is very likely to happen. The bad guys messed up the city, chaos everywhere, fire, flood, you-name-it, the super hero's girl would get up and said to the newly found super hero guy, "Come on! Go get them!" And when the super hero guy turned out to be shallow and told the girl that he had lost his power, the same girl would bravely say, "Just believe in yourself. We need you." The guy got up. Believing in himself, he got the super power back from nowhere (something that Rhonda Byrne's The Secret can explain), and walked out as the mighty super hero, someone that we'd known would be even before we bought the movie ticket.

Now let's compare if the movie stopped where "Just believe in yourself" line had ended, would you be a fan of the super hero guy when the credits title appeared?

Me? I want to see the super hero win. I want to be the super hero. I don't want to be just believe. I don't want to regret my life when my credits title of life appear. I don't want to leave such "WHAT IF" questions to them, who cry endlessly and flood my funeral with "she is a good girl. she COULD BE big." I don't want to cry out when my time is over, knowing that I should have been doing something more than just believe.

I want to nail my life. To believe in my ability to do so is just a start.

Just for fun, I believed in my strength to move this small tractor. :p

About graduation

I graduated twice.

This was taken on my high school graduation day. Me n my girls. I know, cuteness alert!

And this was months ago. I graduated from Seattle Central Community College as an Associate of Arts.

Graduation is an essential check point in life. It combines both the YEAH-IT'S-DONE kind of feeling and SO-WHAT'S-NEXT kind of sense. I know giving birth is not comparable to anything, but to some extent graduation and giving birth have similarities. Sorry, Moms, I know I have no idea how painful giving birth is, but I just want to donkey-bridge these two.

I think you know where I'm leading to. When a Mom cheers, "Yeay! I did it! I give birth to this lovely baby!" the next task to raise and maintain the baby's loveliness is on its way. It's similar to graduation. Right after you get a degree, right after you arrive at the finish line, the bigger race is starting. Still using the same analogy, parents' successfulness is measured by the kids' loveliness. I know that Mommy has to succeed in delivering the baby first, but nobody will say that Mommy fails if the labor process turns out to be -you know- flopped.

Just a donkey bridge, peeps. No offense.

Anyway, I got this picture from a friend of mine in the Community College, Tiffany Dickerson.

Sweet, right?

I just wanna say, I can't wait to graduate for the third time (bachelor degree yeay!) and soar my spirit. Happy belated graduation!