hey there..
i'm back..
so the speech competition went out quite well, and i got myself into the final..and i got myself as the champion..
hehe.
;)
quite a struggle.
x)
here's my speech in the final..
I want to share a story to all of you here.
It was my sixth birthday, when my father, who is known for his fond of agriculture, gave me some tiny confusing thing called seeds as a present. He said that He wanted me to plant some trees in our backyard. And to plant trees, you need what it called seeds. As a six year old girl, all I wanted was just a chocolate chip ice cream, and I got seeds? I was so pissed, because I didn’t get my chocolate ice cream, and then I even had to water the seeds every day to make it grow. He said that it was for my own good. Well, maybe I was blind, because I didn’t see that watering seeds are better than having ice cream at the moment.
That’s not just a story. Here, well, it might sound a bit funny, but I see TransJakarta, or popularly called Busway, just like the seeds. But in the TransJakarta scenario, the father would be the government, while the whole nation, especially those who stay in Jakarta, play as the six year old daughter. So, we could simplify it like this. The government gives us a present in a form of a solution for our problems, our needs, but we found it hard that it is actually what we really want and need.
We think and treat ourselves as a six year old girl who can’t deserve such modern and new present. We think the present, in this case, Busway, is not even close of solving our problems; it’s even creating a bunch of new problems. Just like the girl who thinks the seeds are just the beginning of her misery.
One thing that we all have missed is that TransJakarta, is just like the seed. It takes times to turn it from a tiny present to a huge tree with many branches and fruits. At that time, many birds would come to make the nests and sing along beautifully, a lot of people would sit down in the grass, leaning their back on the strong feet of the tree.
So, maybe now we would just keep cursing when we all get down on the road because our road is just getting smaller and smaller and the traffic might kill us at the moment. But, hey, the six year old daughter would not be six for her entire life, and the seeds would also grow into a huge tree that would shade Jakarta.
It was my sixth birthday, when my father, who is known for his fond of agriculture, gave me some tiny confusing thing called seeds as a present. He said that He wanted me to plant some trees in our backyard. And to plant trees, you need what it called seeds. As a six year old girl, all I wanted was just a chocolate chip ice cream, and I got seeds? I was so pissed, because I didn’t get my chocolate ice cream, and then I even had to water the seeds every day to make it grow. He said that it was for my own good. Well, maybe I was blind, because I didn’t see that watering seeds are better than having ice cream at the moment.
That’s not just a story. Here, well, it might sound a bit funny, but I see TransJakarta, or popularly called Busway, just like the seeds. But in the TransJakarta scenario, the father would be the government, while the whole nation, especially those who stay in Jakarta, play as the six year old daughter. So, we could simplify it like this. The government gives us a present in a form of a solution for our problems, our needs, but we found it hard that it is actually what we really want and need.
We think and treat ourselves as a six year old girl who can’t deserve such modern and new present. We think the present, in this case, Busway, is not even close of solving our problems; it’s even creating a bunch of new problems. Just like the girl who thinks the seeds are just the beginning of her misery.
One thing that we all have missed is that TransJakarta, is just like the seed. It takes times to turn it from a tiny present to a huge tree with many branches and fruits. At that time, many birds would come to make the nests and sing along beautifully, a lot of people would sit down in the grass, leaning their back on the strong feet of the tree.
So, maybe now we would just keep cursing when we all get down on the road because our road is just getting smaller and smaller and the traffic might kill us at the moment. But, hey, the six year old daughter would not be six for her entire life, and the seeds would also grow into a huge tree that would shade Jakarta.
