Sixteen

To : Egy Tania aka Egytahakim
Cc : Sukma Dwi Andrina, Nadira
From : Tassa Remisha
Date : October 13th 2010

Hai Egs,

This is your sister speaking. Since you have a new age, I got a couple things to say.

First of all, happy birthday! Yeiyyy! You’re 16 now. In fact you have lived in our blue planet for 16 years or 192 months or 768 weeks or 5840 days. Pretty amazing huh? Look at those numbers, you’re old girl! :p

Well anyway I’ve been in your age. So if you let me, I’m gonna share my experience a little bit about being 16.

Back in the days when I was 16, it was 8 years ago. I was a junior high teenager. Just like you. I still remember how it felt being a teenager. I know it’s not easy, with all those hormone things, boys, friends, parents etc. You’ll deal with lots of sappy-sad-gloomy times. But also you’ll feel happy, wonderful, fascinating about it. You will crash and burn yet you’ll rise and shine. It will be one of your best moments in your life. Trust me, you’d die to have all those moments back when you have reached my age.

In the end I just want to put this final note: Enjoy your life, enjoy being 16, taste every single piece of it. Rise and Shine dear egitotss

With love

Your rempong sister

Tassa

PS: I guess you still have a few more years to be Justin Bieber's no.1 fan, as you’re getting older, you gotta find another idol :D

A slap in the face

Friday night.
The rain was pouring down. I was on my way home from my work as I listened to a dashing song from one of my favorite local indie bands, The sigit. A song called " Live in New York".

If I could live in New York
If only I could live in New York

A couple minutes later, my blackberry rung for incoming message. It was from my friend, delivered me a horrendous news; a friend of ours just got a job in New York. Yes! New York honey! N-E-W-Y-O-R-K. The big apple.

and.. I was shocked. It was like a slap in the face. A wake up call. A oh-my-God moment. Then I fell silent. I couldn't wrap my mind around. It flew here and there. I'm happy for her but also jealous. One sentence was hanging on my mind; I am so left behind..

I need to do something. I need to aim higher. I need to try harder. And it starts from now.
The game is on. The pressure is coming down.

Do you think I stressed out?

I admit it, I am..

But sometimes feeling stressed out is the best trigger to uplift your spirit. Spirit to conquer the world. Spirit to defeat anything and become the champion of your own competition.

To reach your dreams.

So buckle your seat belt fellas. Flare your flame up. Go win your own war. No matter how painful, no matter how hard.

ps: I don't know why but I believe that someday I will be able to step my feet on New York and being able to sing "I'm an Indonesian woman in New York :P