Sing Till You Drop

Karaoke is very familiar to me. When i was about 9 years old, i remember my parents bought a karaoke tape player. My father bought some cassettes and i sung almost everyday at that time (though the songs were Indonesian evergreen songs). I love singing and karaoke was a superb technology at that time.
As years gone by my best friend once asked me to join him at a karaoke place. Then it was the starter of my greatest moment in a karaoke room. I couldn't even feel that the time ticking so so fast. I didn't even notice that i've spent almost 3 hours for singing with my best friend. wow...
Then after that in a month i always have time for karaoke-ing. I've asked the other outstanding whizzes to save money and spend some time for karaoke-ing. I'll share more time when i have that with them.
The longest  time i've spent in a karaoke place is 3 hours. I can sing more than 50 songs within 3 hours. I sing the happy songs, sad songs, old songs, new songs, rap, hip hop, any songs.
To me karaoke is the best way to spend my time, to boost my mood, and unfortunately spend more and more money...sigh...

I do Hate YELLOW!

Yellow is the only color that I do hate. I hate it since I was in 1^st grade at Junior High School because I have bad experience closed with yellow. It began when I return to my house by bicycle slowly, in the middle of my journey I met a boy with his friends that I recognized if they were at the same school with me. One of them who wear yellow bag approached to me and asked my name, my address, my hobby and the other annoyed questions but I unanswered it and keep silent saw the street. A few minutes later he said rude words to me—he seems angry because I don’t answer his question then he attacked my bicycle’s back tube until I fell from it. I stand up and punch his head and escaped from him passed the narrow street. After that day everyday I met him after school ended and he always disturb me—jokes me, stole my school tools, brake my bicycle tools, etc. Since this moment every come back to home I saw around a boy with yellow bag, if there is nothing him I’ll come back home soon and if I met a boy with yellow bag I’ll hid and checked whose it.

Except it yellow is too brightly, I prefer dark color than bright color. And yellow is identical with dirty things for example… yeah, you know that Surabaya’s people called it: Yellow—in—the river! (Yaiks)

Yellow is banana’s color too and I hate banana but my daddy always forced me to ate it because it have a lot of nutrition and nice to our health.

Increased again the reasons why I hate yellow.

So someday if you wanna gave me something please: Don’t with YELLOW color! Hehehehe 


(Ryu)