(Source: yeahwriters)
Arbai, an amazing intelligent 10-year-old boy from Beriharjo Village. He defeated my fellow 21-year-old friend on a chess game. (Taken with instagram)
It’s so easy to hate something obsolete, yet it’s easy to love something new. I guess I’m destined to be forever unaffiliated and resilient.
The ronde is getting cold. People are asleep. The conversation stops going on to the other place as it used to. I wander, colloquially.
I love the train. The sound it screeches, the people who are half bored or half excited, the general atmoshphere of a travel. Right from the moment I dragged my luggage, I encountered that kind of mood revival. One thing lacking probably lies on how I could not manage to turn down the volume of the screeches. I wish they could build that one day so I could listen to other sound on my headphones. But hey, there stands a gate to my opportunity to be developed more, to catch up with those front runners, and/or to be happier? If there’s someone who chokes more then I do during speaking in the public, I would give a chandelier as the complement for making me feel a little better. That’s one of my goal after finishing this training in Jogjakarta, apart from getting more relatives, to gain more confidence in public and the ability to do so.
It is definitely time-constrained, as I would have to find a way to do it perfectly before my presentation in Liga Medika competition. Sometimes I am this ambitious result-driven bitch who wants to get everything. But it sounds that douche and mainstream I don’t even want to recognize myself as one. I believe in limitation, as pessimistic as it might sound, but that makes me focus more on my strength and tolerate my disadvantages over my competitors. I’m well-aware fellas, I choke really bad and I’m a terrible speaker, you don’t have to remind me of that, but I’m working on it one baby step at time. I see the progress but I don’t want to push myself that further that would cause a depression for not getting what I set as the goal.
The experience I would probably get here is how the world is practically not as lavish as I want it to be, or my imagination wants to see. My hope would be this event could inspire me or remind me of why I want to be a doctor at the first place as the hospital always does. The more I get, the more I want to give out.
Oh and one thing, you gossipers should just rot in your own words. Talk whatever you want to, it doesn’t change anything about you or the one you talk about, because basically you don’t even stand a chance to do better than your victims. Oh, probably you just leveled up in hypocrisy. Yay?
Diantara relung hati berlabuh penat
Biru hitam tidak bertiang
Tuan hanyut dalam alunan kertas
Makan selaput pahit bernoda
Paras tua berlaku bujang
Asap mengepul dari obrolan semu
Tinggal lubang berpeluh iblis
