I got a little surprise last Tuesday. I taught its was a sign from Allah. Well, I'm that kind of person who believe in fate, and fate is rulled by God.
Tuesday, I supossed to go to school at eight am. I mind a schedule.
8 am - wall magazine, cirrus. it's my extracurricular, a kind of journalistic and design.
9.30 am - dance practice, krida kirana.
12.30 pm - short movie, spade ace production at bayhaqi's house.
But as usual, it ruined. The schedule. I know, I'm bad at doing something orderly.
It even had ruined since the very beginning. I woke up at 5.30am, my mom aka my loyal alarm had to woke me like a hundred times. It was because I slept really late, around 2 or 3 am. I can't stop playing that game on my tablet. Wich make me feel really stupid on the morning. I took wudhu and pray shubuh. Then I checked my handphone,
"goodnight :) " smiled like an idiot
"don't forget tomorrow" felt tired out of the blue
"I'm in if you in"........c'mon :(
And other texts that sound the same. I forced my body to go to the bathroom, but it was already 6 am, the nightmare era of my water pump. I turned the faucet to the maximum, but all I got is a teardrops.
I got back to my room.
Then woke up at 8.30 am.......
with 3 missed call from my friends, and 20 messages from different people.
(daily morning routine in panic)
While wait for my mom to took me to schoo, I opened my laptop to see some of my favorite website. I checked my email. There was a new message from my old blog. Some nostalgic came, i opened it and it shows a comment is waiting for an acceptance from me. I click the green button, and opened my old blog. I created it when I was on the 4th grade, my dad help me out to make it. It fills with my story on the elementary school, some copy of my favorite tales, and others. I felt happy, and sad that I realized I haven't write anything nowadays. I love writings.
Back then, I always write anything that come in my mind. I wrote my dreams, then made an illustrator to make it more 'live'. I drew comics. I wrote my favorite songs and combined it to make a good paragraphs. I told everyone, occcasionally my families, any story that I created in my imagination. I sit on the back seat of the car, put my head between the front seat, and starts to storying anything. fiction. my imaginations. And I missed how they smiled and looked at me with that proud eyes.
I miss that happy feelings when I finished a story.
I miss that free feelings when no one would critics my imagination and dreams.
I miss writing.
I never taught about writing anymore since this 'thing' I found n my old blog.
Write more, thats all I have to say. You clearly know what youre talking about, why waste your intelligence when you could be giving us something informative to read?
Dear people, you'll never know how words could change someone's life.
Sincerely, word's admire.
I got back to my room.
Then woke up at 8.30 am.......
with 3 missed call from my friends, and 20 messages from different people.
(daily morning routine in panic)
While wait for my mom to took me to schoo, I opened my laptop to see some of my favorite website. I checked my email. There was a new message from my old blog. Some nostalgic came, i opened it and it shows a comment is waiting for an acceptance from me. I click the green button, and opened my old blog. I created it when I was on the 4th grade, my dad help me out to make it. It fills with my story on the elementary school, some copy of my favorite tales, and others. I felt happy, and sad that I realized I haven't write anything nowadays. I love writings.
Back then, I always write anything that come in my mind. I wrote my dreams, then made an illustrator to make it more 'live'. I drew comics. I wrote my favorite songs and combined it to make a good paragraphs. I told everyone, occcasionally my families, any story that I created in my imagination. I sit on the back seat of the car, put my head between the front seat, and starts to storying anything. fiction. my imaginations. And I missed how they smiled and looked at me with that proud eyes.
I miss that happy feelings when I finished a story.
I miss that free feelings when no one would critics my imagination and dreams.
I miss writing.
I never taught about writing anymore since this 'thing' I found n my old blog.
Write more, thats all I have to say. You clearly know what youre talking about, why waste your intelligence when you could be giving us something informative to read?
Dear people, you'll never know how words could change someone's life.
Sincerely, word's admire.