Thursday, March 26, 2015

Thank You for These 20 Years

This is the last evening…

…my last evening as 20 years old.

I’m growing old. By this midnight, I’ll get a number added on my age. I’ll get older by a year.
I’m not happy.

People say that girls hate aging. Maybe it’s true. But that’s not the thing I’m afraid about birthday. Beside growing old, I’m very aware that birthday means my life gets shorten. Every single year as the March comes, my heart is in wonder; will I pass my birthday this year? How I’ll be doing on that sacred date? Will I still be here, breathing and smiling? In short, March 27 reminds me of death.

Each year, as the date flying nearer, I can’t help but to think of what I’ve done this whole year. Have I prepared for death? I always ask myself the same question. How if Allah says that my life should end tonight? Will I get a happy ending?

Friday, March 20, 2015

High School & Best Friends

If someone asks me whether I miss my high school or not, my answer would be a “no”. No, I don’t miss it at all. Period.
For some people, maybe high school was the happiest moment in their life. Most of my friends said it.
“Ah... I miss my high school”, “I wanna go back to high school” They whined. Once again, it doesn’t apply on me.
I don’t know why, but I don’t enjoy my high school life that much. You can say that I was failed to life my youth to the fullest. But hey, I don’t regret it at all. I don’t feel that I missed something because I didn’t live my high school life like most of teenagers do. I did not belong to average teenagers. You can say that I’m different, weird, bizarre, anything. I don’t mind.