I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
Heyy! Time goes on so fast, yeah and me here just stuck with a bunch of task, actually today was the last day of my final exam, let me say alhamdulillah. Sometimes I thought that exam is useless, no actually no. I just hate with people who always do shitting in a task, proud to get a good result, but it just fake. dont you feel shame? Meanwhile me just try to make little change in my life, try to get focus when I open my pile of book, and too lazy to finish my essay, homework, etc etc etc and just left it behind.
As long as I realize that life
just goes on, time was never stop. And me just waste time to do nothing, lay in
bed for a long time, watched my bunch of homework, and just watch and never
finish it all day. Basically Im a lazy girl good girl, you kow me so
well, but grow up to be a lazy girl. No I just often delay something what
should I do, like do homework, make essay, make the bed. But when I got good
mood, I always do what should I do on time. Yeah Im a moody, Im too fast to
lost my mood away. And when I got this problem I really need me time, go to a
book store, read some novels, draw some doodles, be alone at the corner of my
room and think how to improve my english, spanish, greek alphabet and many more
language and of course Im overthinking, read my lovely motogp magz for the
thousandth times, anyway that was my favourites one.
Periodically I try to get
back my mood with imagine that I was in a country I want to visit with my
foreign friend and talk about our unique cultures, guess what actually the star
want to talk with us (im a kind of a girl who very interested in astronomy but
never got enough lesson at school), share our different mind, see the world differently, talk about our bad
habbit. Thats all just how was my freak life goes on, but Im enjoyed. Seriously
Im not a freak girl, im a good girl, really. I just like call my journey of life
with word “freak” not in negative mean seriously. But my life actually not
freak, just lil bit maybe. And I dont know what others actually think about me,
are they actually call me freak, like me, hate me or love me. I really dont
care about lot of things seriously, but when I care about something or when I
do thinking. I care and think too much and seriously I hate it.
Sometimes I feel overthinking about lot of things although its not an important thing
something that not supposed to be think by a
high school student. like how a star can die, how the universe
stretches, how about time machine (is there a scientist succed to make this
impossible technology), how can Einstein got all his inspiration to concept the relativity theory omg I cant imagine that, how a rocket can resist the gravity, when we could
applied complicated algebra in real life, how was dinosaur dissapear extinct from this earth, is there an
island where a dinosaur live, is there another planet where human can live in
it, subhanallah thats amazing right?
Hmm I thought Im not a
smart student but I have so many question about this universe, I liked people who has same question like me about the universe, about how was our cluster going. Its not important
thing anyway, just strange question of a girlt who curious about
the mystery of our cluster, galaxy, universe, everything etc etc etc. but actually its not easy to find friend who has same thought like me. huh Im gonna crazy right now. its too late, time to sleep and dreaming about all my question about relativity theory. bye
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