Haha, there must be something in a hurry to read this article to find out who's writing this, and going out with whom the author. Calm down, do not rush, here's the deal ...

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

That fragment of the song I'm singing while waiting for train heading Erskinville at Central station. My flailing blindly and hope Tifa with sound blows to the rhythm of the song beautifully. That day, my great and seventeen other Indonesian youth has just completed the second Performance Culture. And I'm wearing 'bajucele' with plaid red and white with a skirt lady, one of the traditional clothing of Maluku. My Face nor do I remove the makeup of the rest of the dance of Papua 'e mambo simbo', somehow I mengangggap makeup is very cool, especially since I am the middle carrying the drums to take home. I'm imagining that I'm a woman of indigenous and play their traditional music instrument somewhere where I came from. I kept banging drums and continued the song I sang to the temple of the 2nd. Then a man sitting next to me, he smiled briefly at me. I smiled, and stopped singing because I thought I might be disturbing the person next to me this, but this man then began to speak,

“You have a very nice voice”

Hailed so I then smile, and began to ge er.