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.

Can I Say I'm on Holidays Now?

Duduk sendirian, jagain trolley yg fully loaded. Noticing si mbak yang kasih pengumuman has made several mistakes.

Tadi, baca di SoloPos online Kalimantan dinilai tepat jadi lokasi ibu kota kalau memang ibu kota negara tercinta harus dipindahkan dari Jakarta. Pas banget, I'm heading to calon lokasi ibu kota negara kita tercinta, bisa semacam survey. Hha. Berasa kaya orang penting aja sok survey.

Rasanya agak ngambang gitu. Belum lagi genap dua pekan yang lalu baru aja selesai diterpa badai akademik. Ujian semseter plus plus. Plus final projects matkul-matkul dewa yang datangnya kaya orang demo, grudukan. Belum lagi selesai recovery aftermath usai, beberapa hari yang lalu udah nginep di Tawangmangu, had a little hiking, dan sekarang going across the sea, flying like a dove.

Yang bikin ngambang adalah rasanya semua terjadi cepet banget dan semacam nggak sempat bikin planning gitu. Mungkin karena, mau nggak mau, terfokus pada berbagai tuntutan akademik, jadinya nggak sempat merancang apa yang akan dilakukan berikutnya, yang ada selesai A spontaniously lanjut B trus C trus dsb. Emang sepertinya semester 5 itu emmm... semester menuju puncak. Banyak tugas, banyak projects, persiapan KKN PPL.

Hari ini langit cerah, semoga penerbangan lancar. This is my first time going to Borneo island. I hope it would be a nice trip.

Dear All My Assignments

I did never sweat my assignments like this before. I used to welcome any homework, projects and assignments whole hearthly, happily. I could feel excitment rushing in my blood when I got homework or assignment to do. But now, it's all the way around. I don't know why but these few days, I can say, I'm sick of these assignments.

My mom and dad said "if you think you can make it, just do it. But if you think you can't, just relax, give yourself a break, don't push yourself too hard. Don't be mean to yourself."

I know it, mom, dad.. But I just can't relax while I have unfinished assignments. Note the 's' after the 'assignment'. See? It is plural, more than one, a lot actually.