salam gents and lads.
i was going to post something about my birthday,anything.but i just couldn't find the right moment,and the right words to use.so maybe someday later,i'll write something bout my own belated birthday celebration.
i wasn't planning to write either,not since the last time i posted about something related to ismat,right?haha.that long huh?me,prefer talking than writing.still,people easily get bored with the same voice of mine,so lets write!
i was a bit enthusiastic to count days to come back home.then,i changed my mind.i can't count..counting days,making it harder to clarify to myself that the day is just around the corner.waiting,makes me noxious.counting,makes me irritated.we feel as if the time is moving so slow when we await for something special to occur..so i had to make a decision not to count,hoping that time will fly faster.
i hate to say this.i am telling this to the world,which makes me the bad person.the terrible one,for not trying to hide my actual feeling.hey.i tried.but my facial muscles weren't cooperate enough to hide the real expression.i feel alone.there's a part of me crying,demanding to go back home,to stay there,to hug my parents everyday.well,it's a challenge right?i mean,after yesterday,i am 22 years 1 day old now.i am a matured woman.yes.W.O.M.A.N.i am not a lil kid anymore.i am not my daddy's little girl.okay i am.still.
its a sacrifice that everyone has to make.not just me.studying away from your family,doesn't make you the loner..because,when you are way to far from each other's sight,you will appreciate everything more.the love,the care,the warmth,everything,get magnified.they just get amplified.you love,you feel much more love.you care,you feel much more care.its like you would do anything for them.and if they want you to work your heart out of this course,you will do as they say.not because they wanted to,but because the success that you can share with them,the happiness of being a good student,the cheer of passing,are priceless.they don't want the medals,the grades and everything of course,they just want you to be someone in the future.its for your own good too.so yeah.i shouldn't be like this.though i feel it is okay to be homesick sometimes,but that doesn't mean i should stop fighting and striving to get the best i could,right?
you have to bare my emo-ness and my homesick-ness..the hormone just kicks in,and my energy gushed through my bodies made me write this whole emo post.just shut up and read.this is a hate-free-zone.
okay.i think i should get my fingers to rest.yes.muscles need to relax.of course.haha. *not funny.i know*
dear ayah and ibu,
i miss you.
have a happy saturday!
i was going to post something about my birthday,anything.but i just couldn't find the right moment,and the right words to use.so maybe someday later,i'll write something bout my own belated birthday celebration.
i wasn't planning to write either,not since the last time i posted about something related to ismat,right?haha.that long huh?me,prefer talking than writing.still,people easily get bored with the same voice of mine,so lets write!
i was a bit enthusiastic to count days to come back home.then,i changed my mind.i can't count..counting days,making it harder to clarify to myself that the day is just around the corner.waiting,makes me noxious.counting,makes me irritated.we feel as if the time is moving so slow when we await for something special to occur..so i had to make a decision not to count,hoping that time will fly faster.
i hate to say this.i am telling this to the world,which makes me the bad person.the terrible one,for not trying to hide my actual feeling.hey.i tried.but my facial muscles weren't cooperate enough to hide the real expression.i feel alone.there's a part of me crying,demanding to go back home,to stay there,to hug my parents everyday.well,it's a challenge right?i mean,after yesterday,i am 22 years 1 day old now.i am a matured woman.yes.W.O.M.A.N.i am not a lil kid anymore.i am not my daddy's little girl.okay i am.still.
its a sacrifice that everyone has to make.not just me.studying away from your family,doesn't make you the loner..because,when you are way to far from each other's sight,you will appreciate everything more.the love,the care,the warmth,everything,get magnified.they just get amplified.you love,you feel much more love.you care,you feel much more care.its like you would do anything for them.and if they want you to work your heart out of this course,you will do as they say.not because they wanted to,but because the success that you can share with them,the happiness of being a good student,the cheer of passing,are priceless.they don't want the medals,the grades and everything of course,they just want you to be someone in the future.its for your own good too.so yeah.i shouldn't be like this.though i feel it is okay to be homesick sometimes,but that doesn't mean i should stop fighting and striving to get the best i could,right?
you have to bare my emo-ness and my homesick-ness..the hormone just kicks in,and my energy gushed through my bodies made me write this whole emo post.just shut up and read.this is a hate-free-zone.
okay.i think i should get my fingers to rest.yes.muscles need to relax.of course.haha. *not funny.i know*
dear ayah and ibu,
i miss you.
have a happy saturday!
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