On my 4th semester,I found it's more difficult than before. I realized that this is not such kind of game anymore. I don't know, whether what I choose in this major is right or not . No , it doesn't mean that I will give up . . . English Education. . How come ?? Stand up in front of your class , and teach your students . Give what they want to know about all, about knowledge and there is nothing on your mind .
Everyday like hell when I must finish all of the assignments and homeworks . Everyone told me to be strong, include my lecturers and my indeks prestasi. Yes, I see and I finished all .
Everyday like a marathon when my superhero friends - oriflame - called and sent me messages, "do what people can't do, time is money ". Yes, I know . You gave me a bright future . I do everything the best I can .
Everyday like coklat stroberi when you received a lots of love messages from your dears . Whew , it sounds good, but it's absolutely woe. I don't have a boyfriend . Someone told me that he falling in love with me , with anything on me in just twice dating. Should I believe what he said ? In other case, I met other guy. He's funny . Believe or not, I never make a special conversation face to face since pkkmb almost two years ago. We are in the same faculty, but I just met him twice or three times in campus and it's just say "hay" . I spend my time and my pulse just for chating with him. I don't know why , I feel something gone when he didn't send me a message . Sometimes, you can't think it logically .
I see thosands of stars in my sky , in my palace . I don't find it here. I miss my lollipop and my chocolate bear biscuits on my ten years old . I can't cheat anymore since I graduated from senior high school. Yeah, it was a sin . Time goes by, I grow up. Everything changes. It is not as easy as I thought before. Life is difficult. My lecturer said , "you have to have something on your mind if you don't want to be a loser"
Is it normal if I need to take a rest for a while ?
I promise, I never give up
I responsible with all in my hand. . .