Monday, October 6, 2014

Missing you

Have you ever missing someone? Of course yes. It can be your family, friends, or crush *uhuk*
Been hard times these past few months. Nothing beats the feeling of missing someone, when you don't know if he/she even remembers you. Or you can't meet the person directly. Sometimes the worst part I think is when their name keep appears in your notifications, somehow you get this delusional imagination, that they're missing you too but neither of you dare to make the first move. I miss you. A lot. The end.

Struggling

I know, the title is not interesting at all. I just can't (or lazy enough) to think a proper title. So this has been my third semester in my college life. Another tiring, busy yet fun semester. Yay! XD haha, no no I'm serious. It's fun sometimes. If you don't have exams to face with, or papers to do, and organization's works. *rollingeyes*
Yeah there are times when it feels tough, like this time. That's why, I write this post. Actually it's not that bad. I'm just having a hard time dealings with my hormones (yes, blame those hormones!). Been some busy days, with studying for exams, doing papers for my PBL's group, making an event proposal, and getting through some this missing feeling (is that even a correct grammar? whatever). Basically I'm not too good with time management. So when all things happen at the same time, and you're not in good mood, feels like you can explode anytime someone piss you off.
But no, I'm not giving it up. I know a person has to be better every time, And that's why I'm trying to do. I'm tying yo have some better time-management. Make priorities. Trying to be more patient, istighfar everytime I feel my tension is getting higher. And remember the reason, the first reason why I was willing to do all of this. Remember that though it feels like the the burden is so heavy, there always people who have bigger burden. And then something really makes me realize, I really have no right to complain, when there are my parents who have been fighting for me, been fighting longer and struggling more, yet they've never complained.And something that's not less important, you always have Allah SWT by your side, in darks and lights.
With that thought in mind, strangely it gives me strength. Strength to welcome anything in my life, and ready to go through it, no matter how hard it will be. Because you just know, your struggling is nothing compared to your parents's. And you know they will always fighting for you. Knowing that there are people who are fighting for us is what you can call it "personal medicine'. And of course, realize that what you've been given is way much more bigger than you've given^_^

You have to fight and struggle everyday. You just have to remember the reason why you have to do that, then it will be easier.