This..

You can only believe what is now, at this moment. Because in a second everything can change.

-Dexter

How They Address Me

It’s been pretty long since the last time I wrote something here. Well, time moves pretty fast then. And I... I keep postponing doing many things, I keep postponing writing here. I’m a dreadful procrastinator. Wasting time is my expertise. Pity, isn’t?

Well, it’s okay. Normal stuff, huh? Let me find a way to figure out how to deal with my not-so-good time management.

Many things I want to write here. However, I just don’t know where to begin.

I’m now a junior after the freshman and sophomore time back then. I’d like to say that to some extent everything’s gone by too fast, I think. I’ve missed several things, I think-again. But it’s okay.. No need to regret anything. Let bygones be bygones. My life isn’t yesterday, but today, huh? 

Anyway, there is something.. It feels like sand in my shoes.

Why? Why do people tend to call me “mbak”?

This makes me uncomfortable. Do I look that old? Or what?

I just have no idea why people tend to call me “mbak”. Even those who are literally older than me, still, tend to call me “mbak”.

Such addressing term burdens me, indeed. I personally think such addressing term is suitable for calling those who are spiritually, emotionally mature. Me? I don’t think I deserve to be called so. I don’t think I meet any qualifications to be considered as the more mature one than anyone else. So, everyone, please.. call me Winda. No more mbak Winda. Thank you.