The unanswered 'pesan & kesan'

It’s 6:08 am and I’m currently in Jakarta.

I just woke up and then I thought it might be nice if I wrote this post. Actually this is too much to say that it may looks like a last impression for them before my leaving, and yes, the word ‘leaving’ is too exaggerating. And creepy in the same time, its like this is my last message for them before I cant met them forever. Like a testament. I WONT DIE. At least for now. I MEAAANNN ERRR WELL YES I WILL BE DEAD BUT LATER, LIKE A MILLION YEARS LATER. Amin ya Allah.

I’m not regretting my leaving and I don’t think that this past year is a waste. I got memories. I got friends. Bunch of friends. And friend isn’t a waste. I am grateful that I met friends telling me that how you climb a mountain is more important than reaching the top. Friend that telling me not to be afraid to be bold sometimes if it’s needed. Friend that telling me to be a wanderer. A friend telling me that age isn’t everything, but personality is. Friend that telling me not to get fooled easily. Friend who told me to care, don’t just pretend to. Friend that telling me, this is your life, not your parent’s life, you have the right to choose, bcs its for your future not theirs. Friend that telling me you got to control your own life, not to be controlled by other person. Friend that telling me to become who you say you always will. Friend that telling me to become a freedom fighter. Time management. Collegality. How to done practical reports by one night. Etc. Things that you wont get if you only read it on books. Even how to drive properly (and also not to get people/other car steals your way). 

You guys amazed me. A lot.

Stay AMAZE. 

Michele Buble - Home

Greetings.

Caution: the title isn't related with what im going to write down below

So i want to show you what i wrote a couple months ago but i haven't had a chance to post it yet. Here it is :

A year has passed, I think, and I don’t have exactly the reason why I didn’t post for almost a year by now. Anyway here I am trying to catch things up. I am not a highschool student anymore, I had graduated. I’m taking veterinary medicine major, and it’s on university of Brawijaya. Exactly. I failed on my attempt to escape from this lovely city. Poor me. I stuck in this city for the next 4 years, might be more. And there are my friends, waving their hands away from me, from the city that I’ve been craved to wander about.

But then I found an unbelievably awesome colleague which makes me not really regretting of my failure. They are randomly funny, rascal, weird, freak, but that makes me feel alive. Some of my friends from high school that I met a couple weeks ago said that I looked different. Seriously. I was a quiet & boring girl back then. I didn’t do much of stupid things, I barely talked if that wasn’t so important, laughing with a quiet kind of laugh, rarely issued a joke, never do bullying nor being bullied, which is now it seems flipped. But well, bully in a good way, not a kind of bully like hair pulling or throwing leftovers to your meal, no of course not.

Grateful things I stayed on Malang is, I don’t have to feel homesick. It’s terrible, they said. Even sometimes I was wondering how it feels like, singing Michele Buble – Home wholeheartedly.

But then i got accepted at gadjah mada university (which is located in Yogyakarta. it takes about 8 hours by train from Malang) with the same major as before, yash, veterinary medicine. I can't thank Allah enough for his blessed. Alhamdulillah. 

And the reality hits me. 

im going to live 337 kilometers apart from my parents. i have a responsibility of taking care myself. doing laundry or kind of things in dormitory life. yay. Nana bukan anak rumahan lagi. and yes, it seems that i'm going to sing Michele Buble's song wholeheartedly. I CANT BE MORE EXCITED. 

wish me luck.

xoxo