Whenever you feel lonely, remember there are people who has no family.
Whenever you throw away your dinner, remember there are people who beg moneys for a bite bread.
Whenever you play with water, remember there are people who walk miles for a bucket of clean water.
Whenever you feel poor, remember there are people who has no home.
Whenever you feel nobody could understand you, remember that they want to be understood too.
Whenever you feel lazy to go to school, remember there are kids who don't have moneys for it.
Whenever you feel you just wanna runaway, remember there are lost people who missed their family.
Whenever you feel you'd rather die, remember there are people who fight their sickness for life.

Just be grateful, and you'll understand.

Long time no post here ;)

It's been a month since i post my new entry here, and i admitted that i kinda miss blogging thing.
It's July! Well it'sthe 4th day since moslems and i started fasting. I spending my time with blogging, trying to forget the screaming of my hungry stomach. My throat feels thirsty. I ruined my fasting goal, i've breaked 3 days on it.

I'm a 8th grader now. Yeah, time's running so fast. I feel like, "whoa did i just wear my middle school uniform and sit on my new class at 7th grade?". I've met new people, i sit in my new class, i study with my new teachers. New people here, so different. My new teachers are unpredictable. Took a long time for me to realize that people's unique and different.

Good news, Mba Ajeng has been accepted at Psychology Unisba, which is the most thing she wanted. I already knew that be a psychologist is her dream since she was 12. Surprisingly, she rejected it. Well i thought she was throwing her dreams away, but know i now. People's decision change. Fikom Unpad was her last decision. Well, whatever you choose should be the best for you ;) Second news, Mba Yaya is upgraded her level on Fakultas Kedokteran Unisba. I have best sisters in the world.

They future is already prepared. Mba Ajeng would become a reporter or something like that, Mba Yaya would become a doctor in next years. So i looked at myself, "who do i wanna be?", "what i do in next 10 years?", "what career i will do? what job?".

It's a serious problem with me. What passion i do have? Well, i like to painting, and i'm good with it. I like math, i like music--but i'm not good with playing it, i like write journal. Make it simple. I do not have passion. I mean, something that i enjoy to do it. I don't have any ideal. That makes me feel like damn absurd. My friends have, but i have not. It's weird.

Until my mom told me about that. I have to find where is my passion. It's 5 years remaining til' i make the biggest decision in my life, my future. It has to be thinked from this time. Whatever i will do in my next 10 years, i promise i will be a successful person just like mum, dad, or my sisters.

Who knows what will happened in 10 next years?