Well here I am again, gonna tell you some stuff that I have been living with since the last post.
As you know from the last post I moved to Surabaya to continue studying. I also mentioned that I had difficulties speaking the DIALECT.
That made me gave up making friends and started to hate my classmates. The situation was like I was speaking to them and they didn't understand what I was talking about and vice versa.
It completely made me insane.
Also I have been living in my aunt's house and their way of living just don't get along with my way.
I felt regret making such decision to study here many times. But for my parents and my family I mustn't give up.
Friends just NOT:
During this first semester I thought I wouldn't know they personality well. But in fact their TRUE personality showed up just too fast.
They are some of them that talk to much and do nothing
Some seems innocent but hold the control
Some are so passive and accept decision from the powerful ones
Some sit down and talk about others
Some are so tricky and take advantages of others
Some do nothing but expecting the best
And some work hard to accomplish something
Yeah, it sounds very complicated and I do annoy.
But I know I must accept it or I can say TURN it into something good for me :D
NOT my home anyway:
I stay in my aunt's house for my studying time in Surabaya. I thought the life would be simple because we are family right? Nothing can bother me because we're in the same level.
But as always reality just sucks...
I spare bedroom with my cousin who study here as well.
Master room is used by my aunt and uncle
Second biggest room is for my cousin and his wife and daughter
Third room is used by my youngest cousin and her nanny
Fourth room is for my two cousin.
What bothers me so much is that the children ( my youngest cousin and my niece ) are so annoying, demanding, and spoiled. For god's sake I can't even stand it.
And the worse thing is that my niece plays and naps in my room during the day because her mother lost belief in nannies because she thought that her lost jewelry is stolen by previous nanny.
And because so many people live here, sometimes the food runs out and I got only some left. I know this is common for some people but I am NOT accustomed to it.
GOD is the only one:
For all those problems I always ask my self why I must live this way. I regret my decision over and over. I always prays to God (sometimes I whine about my life) and He always gives me strength (and luck) to live. I really really feel that time when He helps me.
Change MYSELF:
I have also after I started to live here. I understand more that life is just not that simple. Sometimes I have to take deep courage to do something that the old me wouldn't do. It's not easy I could say, I had to force myself beyond the boundaries I once created. But the result... I succeed and I feel really satisfy.
I assured myself many times that I am here probably because I need to learn this. This way of life give so many hurt that teaches us to be more powerful.
I have a wonderful ( I think ) story that might inspires you:
Every Wednesday we study entrepreneurship lesson which is only taught by my university. By days gone, it arrived the time we need to do paper for the Final Test. The question that must be answered in the paper is not very much or I thought it was. But the night before that I just realized that there WAS a BUNCH of them. I needed to attach so many thing that I had to do it from 6 PM to 12 AM. Six hours of RUSH. I did it so fast because I didn't wanna be sick due to staying up late. I made it with the strength I had and some ended with "whatever will be will be". Finally it's 12 AM, I decided to do it tomorrow.
The day after I woke up so early to finish it all. But something I forgot. The stapler I had is so small that it couldn't join the paper with 50 sheet. I ran up to my room and changed clothes very fast ( I didn't consider the style and fashion ) and rushed to my campus. I knew many students would queue for having their paper printed or bounded. I approached one of classmates and have small talks. Then I saw a big stapler on the desk of the printing man. I said to myself "Ask for permission to use it, ask, ask come one ask." But FYI I am a very shy person that, you know, just CAN'T do that. Then I talked to myself (again) "if you don't take it you'll be late to be in class. It's all you choice." Then I did asked the printing man, and he allowed. But suck the stapler, it couldn't bind my paper. The paper, once again is sooooo thick. Then the printing man ( God bless him) ask the binding man to bind my paper and ,lucky me, without any fee. Then I rushed to class and borrowed my classmate's scissor (thanks heaven it was there) to cut out some excess paper.
From that experience I learn to push my courage and I succeed. I also thank GOD for giving me so much luck and blessing so I could hand in my paper just in time.
That's all that I can tell you. I'm sorry if it's too long. :D but believe me I'm addicted to it. Haha...
Sincerely,
Nathasa
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar