Verse 1
I open my eyes the world seems a different place,
The colours are brighter and the air is sweet to taste.
see it’s like I woke up from a nightmare that tied me down,
I was smothered and trapped inside a sleep way underground
Pre 1
Its time I learned to fall,
To say the word goodbye.
To feel the sunlight on my face,
Maybe that means…
Chorus
I’m ready to fly,
I wanna breathe in and breathe out and be who I am,
Let go of fear wanna feel alive.
I’m ready to fly,
The more that you hold me back you set me free,
You help my heart decide..
Maybe I’m, maybe I’m ready to fly.
Verse 2
Where is your faith, where is your love for me?
Why do you fight the things I imagine in my dreams?
See the poison is strong, an addiction is tough to break.
But love is the hardest thing I have ever had to shake.
Pre 2
Its time to break these chains,
To look you in the eye,
To tell you that its over now,
So Maybe that means…
Chorus
I’m ready to fly,
I wanna breathe in and breathe out and be who I am,
Let go of fear wanna feel alive.
I’m ready to fly,
The more that you hold me back you set me free,
You help my heart decide..
Oh Maybe I’m, maybe I’m ready to fly.
Bridge
(Give me the strength to walk away)
(Give me the strength to stay the road ahead)
Even if it’s a lonely place.
(Give me the hope to mend this heart)
(Give me the chance to see love smile, smile again)
To see love smile..
Pre 1
Its time I learned to fall,
To say the word goodbye.
To feel the sunlight on my face,
Maybe that means…Oh maybe that means
Chorus
I’m ready to fly,
I wanna breathe in and breathe out and be who I am,
Let go of fear wanna feel alive.
I’m ready to fly,
The more that you hold me back you set me free,
You help my heart decide..
Oh maybe I’m, maybe I’m ready to fly.
Think October, think SSE
Sunday, October 05, 2008
12:30 AM
It has been October 05, 2008. Where was I last year? In Bandung, of course. But, what did I do? There was surely no radio, no computer. Maybe just friends in my dormitory room. Maybe just laying on my blue bed, thinking anything I could think. What was it? College, girl, subjects of study, friends, or just thinking about nothing? Just,... Laying with blank head over the pillow.
What about last two years? The first 3 months in ITB. What was I doing? Reading my books, walking around the neighborhood, writing on a diary, listening to radio, or what? I was a 'fresh meat' last two years. What was it? Mid test, quiz, final test, homework, or group task? I took Pengantar Teknik Industri as my subject. It was a group task to be done for a semester. Then, there are these guys come into my group; actually, it was 'dummy' group. People who didn't attend into the group dividing, then get into the same group.
They are:
| Ilma Jayanti | a.k.a Mail, | I called her iLMa |
| Santy Dwi Cempaka | a.k.a Santy, | Make sure you srite it 'Santy' with 'y' not 'Santi' with 'i' |
| Hafni Junita Putri | a.k.a Hafni, | Sometimes write her name as haph_niyh |
| Maman Dwi Cahyo | a.k.a Maman, | Always call himself nDeso |
| Ahmed Ziauddin Qayyum | a.k.a Jangier, | No comment |
And, of course
| Ach. Januar J.P. | a.k.a Ian | Which is ME!! |
And that was how our story began. So (sometimes even 'too') much fun. Our laughter seemed to be ever after and our sadness felt like never came.
This part of our life called: FINDING the 'RIGHT' NAME
I don't really remember --in my head-- how did we get the name. The only thing I remember is, there was us, another trip for another data-collecting, and then the name was just jump out from 'broken' heads there: SSE, acronym for Sisa-Sisa Ekspor.
The inspiration was based on these foolish fact:
1st: our group is a 'dummy' group, consists of people who get the latest (actually the dummiest, :D) group dividing.
2nd: we remembered about Factory Outlet, which is selling goods from 'sisa-sisa ekspor'.
Well, there was the first foolish of us: selecting the 'right' name. And, because we believe that A NAME IS A PRAYER FROM ONES WHO GAVE IT, it will feel like a curse choosing such name. But, no matter that our life and our journey is getting bitter and bitter, we just could always laughing the life itself. What a foolish people. Well, bellieve it or not, that foolish things always succeed bringing us back to life; surviving obstacles by obstacles. Ck, ck, ck,.. What a tough people we are!
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