Getting Your New Blog Off on the Right Foot: Thinking Content

The Daily Post

It’s the second day of the year. Time to roll up your sleeves, take a deep breath, dive head-first, grab life by the horns, and use up all known clichés about fresh new starts.

With that out of the way, it’s also time to blog. Yesterday, Michelle started you off with some tips on making your blog personalized, inviting, and easy to navigate. Today, it’s time to think about the content itself — let’s walk through the basic building blocks you’ll need to make sure your readers have something to chew on when they come for a visit.

View original post 799 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Get your new blog off to a great start (Hint: we can help!)

The Blog

Publishing a blog can be tons of fun, and a great way to make friends and create opportunities. Starting one couldn’t be easier: sign up, pick a theme, and off you go. But maintaining one and building an audience? That takes a little more work — publishing regularly and engaging with the rest of the blogging community.

To make sticking to your 2014 blogging resolution easy and fun, we’re introducing a way to stay on top of your blogging goals. Whether you’re a brand-new blogger looking to make a splash, hope to return to a tumbleweed-strewn site you started long ago, or just want to introduce a little regularity to your blog, we’re here to help you get there.

Now, when you register a new blog, you’ll be able to pick a posting goal of weekly or monthly:

Screen Shot 2014-01-01 at 5.52.03 AM

If you’ve already got a blog, you can head to your account…

View original post 237 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment


The skies are blue, that house that stood in front of me keeps standing still, thinks it’s watching me as I’m writing this piece of shit. The music’s playing, now Future ft. Miley Cyrus and Mr. Hudson – Real and True. And, I was a half conscious, after taking a 2-hour nap. Well, if my cats are around, or just one of them, I will absolutely take part on their side and fall asleep easily, as I’m stroking their thick fur, tickling their belly, and such.

It’s 11.44 a.m, just 5 hours away from my departure to Yogyakarta, our family favorite holiday destination. I gotta leave them at home, which is worrying me because there’s nobody is sane enough to talk to my cats as they’re feeding them, not even stroking their fur to show them they like them. They’ll be taken care with someone else, I hope they’re still the same cats as they were before I go, not turning their heads into another man who will replace them, and be thinking like, “You’re not my mom anymore.” NOOOOOO!!

Anyway, the reason why I came back again in front of my Mama’s monitor is that I think I’ve been poisoned by…. don’t tell me I’m too late to realize this thing, I just had cable TV for umm, 4 months I guess…. by How I Met Your Mother show. Seriously? Yeah, I am.

Seriously, I’ve watched 10 episodes of it, I’m not sure whether I watched the same episodes or what but hey, I still loved it, though. This morning, I watched 5 episodes of it–one of ’em I’ve watched twice–I don’t know what episode that was, where Robin and Barney’s mama were arguing whose scrambled eggs is the best, Robin said it was her Mama’s, then she was challenged to make scrambled eggs by her own, but she gave up doing it. In Barney’s mama’s ignorance, she mentioned about Robin’s inability to serve breakfast for their kids if Robin and Barney are married, then Robin just left, upset. Then, Barney told her mom that Robin couldn’t have kids.

That doesn’t mean that episode is my favorite, I remembered this episode very well because it’s broadcasted twice. My favorite episode this far is when they celebrated Christmas together, Each of them got enlightened by events they never knew they’d have. Robin got accepted to be working at World Wide News, instead she chose to be a Coin Thrower Girl, it kind of pissed Ted off. While Barney decided to buy a diamond-sparkling suit instead of sending off the money for charity, the better purpose Ted thinks Barney could have. And all the massive news suddenly comes, Marshall and Lily hugely announced that Lily was pregnant. Of course all her pals were full of excitement. Barney and Robin in all of a sudden came to a kind of contemplation, when they pondered for a while how wasteful their life was. While Marshall and Lily had started their own family and would be getting busy by stuff to welcome their baby, they haven’t even started their mature life. Robin is ready to take the job she got at World Wide News, and almost ready for the badge. Meanwhile, Barney is also ready to send off his money for charity, almost gives up his sparkling suit, when the sad news was flown on to their phones. Lily’s pregnant was actually a false alarm!

Immediately, Robin changed her mind again, she’d take that job that Ted thinks is ridiculous. Barney too canceled his plan to donate his money in amount of $10,000, he added decimals that makes it change to $100.00. In the end, when each of his friends are giving up something they should’ve taken for good, Ted is starting to rage. He throws the ginger house down forcefully and then showing their friends how important it is to stay optimist for chasing something they actually wanted, or at least Ted feels like they really want. It’s actually so hilarious seeing Ted’s priceless expression to show them all how care he does with his friends. Ted wants everyone has Christmas spirit.

So, there they are. Getting something for good. Robin takes the exclusive job, Barney donates his money without putting decimals even he gives away luxury suits for church’s congregation (if I’m not mistaken), Marshall and Lily don’t give up their hope to have kids. Well, the funniest part on that episode is when Ted shouts, “And you…”

I think it’s gonna be reaaally okay to watch another episodes. Well, yeah, well… that makes me such a serial-couch, you know like potato-couch, hehe… Ok, whatever. Right, make it more specific. HIMYM-couch, for this time.

Oh, and Happy New Year 2014, everyone! I haven’t really celebrated it after spending holidays with my family in Central Java. On Baturraden, to be exact. Later, I’ll post some photos from our trip to you. I took sceneries, since that is all I’m interested with. I’m not that good at taking pictures of human. Hehe



Courtesy of Google

Aside | Posted on by | Leave a comment

101 Random Things About Me that You May Know (1)

Morning, Sunshine! What? I sound like a grandma greeting her grandchild? Who cares! I have an unofficial granddaughter at high school because she kept calling me “Grandma’. Such an honor to me since I look extremely old beyond my age. Even my college mates were thinking I was at least 21 or such, when I told them I’m the same age with them, they–I could see it in their eyes–didn’t believe it. Their defense was I looked so mature in my age, and you know what they said? I wasn’t supposed to be 19! Wasn’t supposed!!?

Well, that’s just one of confessions I’m about to make, but this time, I make it more personal. Just like I did with all my writing you’ve just read–if you read it, I hope you read it, really I hope you read. Let’s start scanning on the list, NOW! :

1. I was bullied hard

2. I used to be a philosopher-if you don’t understand what I just said, well I just made you think hard for that

3. I believe, school mates aren’t real

4. I don’t trust anybody

5. I expand my mind wider, once I knew things will get tougher

6. I do believe that people are nice for something

7. I’m sure they were too much chit-chatting with me like I would give ’em a care. I wouldn’t ever

8. I don’t like being torn down

9. I don’t mind being blamed, as long as I’m the only suspect and that’s true

10. I write rude stuff without guilt

11. Nothing can make me stronger but myself with the help of Allah SWT

12. I can heal myself really well, I’m as tough as bricks (Is my paraphrase correct?0

13. Coping is easy

14. I like my course mates easily, I dislike my schoolmates easily (Hi, EFriends!)

15. I don’t like smiling for granted

16. I hate screaming, shouting, for unimportant things

17. I used to believe in Best Friends Forever relationship, but I don’t now

18. My smile is not exclusive, it’s just too damn difficult to give it to a wrong person

19. I like staring at the sky, cz I love standing for a while for moon and stars

20. I still believe in dreams-come-true stuff. That’s what keeps me going

21. I was once an extra introverted kind of girl, but I can be extremely extroverted in different places


Well, that’s just for now. The first 21 of 101 of random silly facts about me. I found this 101 list last night, it was written on 26 March 2013. It hits me on the brain how people can change so fast within a year, even before the year ends. Another random things will come up next! Well, the coming will also be random.

Ok, see you next time on 101 Random Things About Me that You May Know! Have a good day! ^^

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Before I Go to Bed…

Hi, everyone! It’s me again. I know it’s too soon to post a new one after my latest, just ten minutes ago. Well, I’m not gonna write much about this one. I just… wanna alleviate this sad feeling after I saw a picture of my friends at class. I wasn’t in that picture, but it yielded a missing feeling that I thought I wouldn’t feel anymore. However, it always brings up tears, not teary eyes but teary something deep inside. It’s too much, I know.

But, who wouldn’t miss a group of people that you spent a great one year together? And half of that was spent with the same great teacher that you had to wave goodbye?

It wasn’t that hurting, at first. Nevertheless, I’m still willing to go back, wanting to set up the same class I knew, and studying with the same people I’ve grown to love. They might not love me, I don’t even know whether they liked me or not. Well, this is the first time I don’t care about whether people would like me or hate me. When I knew that I had to be studying with two girls that came from the high school I really hate, I felt like it would ruin my days. But thank God, I didn’t do it. I loved them, anyway. I hate the school, but they’re my juniors that… oh, man I don’t know what to say anymore. Whether I’ve been too tired of writing or something else.

Ok, let’s make it short and fast. When I saw this picture, I started recalling our memories. Where was I when the picture was taken? Why didn’t they wait for me? Well, not so important anyway, hehe. Maybe if they’d waited for me, that would be one or two people absent from the picture, and that would be sadder than ever. That was our last chance to see each other before postponing the course, quitting the class, everything that we must leave behind.

They were all smiling wide, so happy to be in a circle together. A cold class, 9 people, chit-chatters, party classes, food, beverages… Wait, why am I listing this? If they (or one of them) read this someday, I want them to know–I’ve said this so many times, with or without them–that they’re my second family. If I’m forced to trust someone or some people in the future, they would be the first choice. I trust my secrets with them, no doubt at all.

The last group I would love to see on earth for the last time, is absolutely them, outside my family. I miss you, guys. So much. ^^


Courtesy of @rararatnaa on Twitter


Ayuri aka Ayurilda Amalia

Aside | Posted on by | Leave a comment

Me, Kangkung, and Chris

Hey, everyone! Tonight, I’ll be writing this post bilingually–written both in Bahasa Indonesia and English. Shortly, I’ll mix them up. You will see this post unlike usual, Maybe, it will be entertaining to make you read Bahasa–for those who haven’t read in it, hihi–it could be as complicated as I’m trying to understand English. Hope you like this post! Have fun reading! ^^

I’ll try to write it in formal way, now. Next, I will write a post with so many slang words.


Kami sudah menunggu di dalam kelas, hanya ada aku dan Rieno di dalamnya. Aku tidak ingat lagi alasan-alasan yang diutarakan teman-temanku ketika kami mengadakan party class malam itu. That should be our last party class, we should’ve spent that day together. We should’ve owned the night–well, hanya sampai jam 9 aja sih, mau dimarahin Mama?. Rieno dengan seragam sekolah dibalut jaket army, aku pakai kemeja hijau lumutku, tapi aku merasa aku salah pakai kostum. Hari apapun aku pakai kemeja hijau lumut, pastilah aku sedang mengalami bad mood dan tidak ingin diganggu. Harusnya aku pakai baju yang lebih berwarna, yang menyiratkan kesukacitaanku di hari itu.

While Mr. Alexander always looks good in anything he wears. His name is Christopher Alexander. Since I’m no longer a student at EF, I’m not obliged to call him Mr. Chris anymore. Normally, in the West, you’ll call someone older with their surname, along with Mr. or Mrs. It’s kind of different in Indonesia, I guess. Especially, when you’re not in a formal occasion to call someone with their surname. Chris–if I may call him so– and other teachers at EF let us call them with their name, without forgetting the Mr. or Mrs. Another examples are Mr. Edward, Mr. Rhys, Ms. Emma, Ms. Sophie. Surely there is no one using Emma or Sophie as surname. Edward’s surname is Jones, while our principal’s surname, Rhys, is Bishop. 

Chris looked cute that day, without his dreadlocks messing up around his head. He wore blue shirt and black trousers, slung his bag on his side, and we were ready to go! I was imagining what kind of restaurant or warung we’d visit. I didn’t remember any story he told us about his favorite restaurant, except a part where he made a beautiful song as a gift for the restaurant’s owner’s anniversary. He sang his song in front of everybody in the restaurant, then he was thanked for that. For him, it was such the most wonderful moment he had the first time he stayed in Indonesia.

Well, I won’t go on chit-chatter like this. He always looks great in anything he wears, ok? Cut that out!

I’d like to tell you a story when I finally built a ‘healthy’ relationship with kangkung, a kind of green vegetables that looks like spinach. Aku tidak bisa membedakan mana bayam dan kangkung. Aku baru sadar perbedaannya setelah kejadian ini. Seingatku, tekstur kangkung itu lebih keras daripada bayam, karena itulah aku kapok makan kangkung. Tapi, ternyata aku salah.

It was actually warung kaki lima, sebuah warung makan yang buka lapak di pinggir jalan. Not really on the side of the road, sih. Lokasinya masih lebih tertib, kok. Not on pedestrian’s lane seperti yang biasa aku lihat. There, Chris said, it was his favorite ‘restaurant’, the very first food court he came to before he taught at EF. The place where he tied a close relationship with its owner and wrote them a song ’til they were all gone under his spell.

But, the worst has just begun. It’s actually… a seafood restaurant. Oh my God, I took a look at the menu… and I was worried that I couldn’t eat anything. Well, I planned to. Aku memang tidak berniat makan setelah tahu isi menu ‘tidak wajar’ semuanya. I don’t like fish, any kind of seafood. I don’t even eat teri, the smallest and almost tasteless fish on earth. I guess.

People say that shrimps, lobsters, squids, octopus, sushi, okonomiyaki, are the best food on earth. If you never tried sushi even once in your whole life, you’ll regret to have missed something. Not really. Sebulan yang lalu, aku mengunyah pempek ikan pertamaku dan aku sangat bangga. I chewed it without spitting it like I did with the other fish I TRIED to swallow.

Never mind, let’s continue. So, Chris menawarkan menu lain, dari warung makan yang berbeda. Karena menurutku aneh, aku tidak duduk di warung yang lain, aku duduk di warung favorit Chris, bareng sama teman yang aku sayangi. Aku berpikir memesan teh saja sudah cukup. But, before I gave him another reasons, he’d gone to the next warung. Then he showed up after 10 minutes with a plate of roasted chicken. Dia pesenin aku ayam bakar, tanpa aku minta! Tadinya aku cukup puas dengan dipesankan kangkung dari warung, tapi dia kasih aku tambahan ayam bakar. And I was the one who ate that. The rest of the bones I gave to a cat.

Mau tahu kenapa akhirnya aku pesan kangkung? Karena itu satu-satunya sayuran yang ada di daftar menu, aku tidak mau dianggap tidak makan apa-apa. Jadi, aku paksakan makan kangkung. I stared at my fork with some slices of kangkung on top of it. I didn’t know what to do with the kangkung. If I threw it on the ground, at least someone would see it. It would just ruin our perfect night.

So, I swallowed it instead after praying. Subhanallah!! Rasa asin bumbu, bawang, basah, dan rasa kangkung itu sendiri menyebar dalam mulutku. Dan rasanya… enaaaaaak!!!! Enak banget. Chris pesan dua kangkung dan bisa dipastikan aku makan satu piring sendiri. Kenyang banget, sih tapi… ternyata kangkung itu enak.

Sumpah, kalau bukan karena dia paksakan aku untuk pesan sesuatu, aku tidak akan pernah merasakan apa rasa kangkung itu. That day, aku juga sadar kalau tekstur kangkung itu jauh lebih lembut dibandingkan bayam. Sejak hari itu, kalau aku bosan makan bayam jagung dan sayur sop, aku akan minta dibuatkan sayur kangkung atau sayur kacang. Aku jadi menyukai jenis sayuran lain. I think I have to thank him, if that moment never happened, really, I would be trapped as an ordinary spinach girl without even changing myself as muscular as Popeye. Hehe.

Hidup kangkung!! ^^




Ayuri aka Ayurilda Amalia

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Wasting Time, Wasting Your Life Span

I’m actually doing something more important than writing on this blog–yeah, well, this one is PRETTY important too since I had not enough time to sit down and write different things other than my school assignment–yep, being a college student is actually a tough job, although is very challenging and interesting to finally know that I’m able at doing something very different than what I usually do. Studying at Psychology major wasn’t my first thought when I decided which college to go and what major to take. It was my so-last-year dream. I was about to take English Literature. Yeaaah, a very fresh dream that I considered to be my last dream, before my mom suddenly changed gear me to take Psychology.

One of my mama’s close friends told me–or maybe he vaguely tried to motivate me–that her daughter suffered the same thing like me, she didn’t take major she wanted. But she graduated successfully even her GRE was always consistent every semester: 4,00;4,00;4,00. Me? Never even reached 3,5 for national standard. And every semester is only filled with disappointment, all over again like I had no regret for having such a bad record on my GRE. Couldn’t tell more. I think I’m gonna have another disappointment of my GRE. I don’t know what will happen with my GRE in the next semesters, ’til the end that I’ll finally finish my last exam in college: making an extremely thick essay as a requirement to graduate. Yep, I think I’m ready for that.

But, with Cs on my record? Uh uh, no no. I’m wasting my time to do it all again, to just repeat the same thing, same regret, same mistakes. Well, I don’t wanna do that. I’ve changed gear from the first passion to go to Brown University to Yale University. I might be able to do that, yeah I sure will. I will fix my records, be one of Indonesians who studies there, get the scholarship, and sayonara, Indonesia!

Thinking back of what I’ve been chasing for, I realized I hadn’t accomplished anything, yet. I wanted to be a writer, a journalist, now a dubber, and the last thing I dreamed of is I wanted to be an actress. Being a writer: I only produced few articles per year, and none of the competitions I’d participated in that I won, that means my article and other writings’ quality isn’t the best of all, I think it didn’t get any better. That’s sad, of course.

I wanted to be a journalist: first possible step I could take is to study at Communication major, or English Literature major. With my moderate ability in English, I think I could improve myself for some years until I can be able to write an article in whole English. And it’s published! That will be my biggest achievement!

But the reality is, I studied at Psychology which forced me to change every plan I made for my life. I didn’t really write after I quit for more than five years. I couldn’t even lift myself up when I’m down, when I’m supposed to write but I don’t. I watched television for hours, slept or took a nap for more than 2 hours, went upstairs and downstairs several times and just grabbed food from refrigerator, just to return it again after I ate half of it. It’s wasteful, yeah I know it. But in my defense, as someone who is so moody and extremely emotional and easily bored, I do that kind of stuff to balance my consciousness and my unconsciousness, my confusion and my certainty, without finding any answer.

I’ll write, then I’ll quickly stop to watch something on Youtube or downloading–mostly I’ll watch cartoons. I’ll take exercise for some minute, and I’ll stop to see myself lying on the floor or bed ’til I fall unconscious. Or if I wanted to look more intelligent, I’d open and read for some while, but really I won’t continue writing. I never finished my writing, then I’d regret what I’d wasted in a day. At night, I’d watch American Dad or The Cleveland Show with pleasure.

This kind of phenomena when someone can’t concentrate in one thing until it’s finished, is called “faffing”. In my EF class, it was quite popular. Since our edgy and ex-hippie teacher suffered this kind of ‘disease’. He would teach us for some minutes, then he could suddenly change topic and keep talking about it for another minute. He would end up saying, “I’m faffing again.”

Until then, something finally has grabbed my collar, trying to slap me, or almost kill me. I was left breathless, my cats weren’t there, but I didn’t need any help. I was listening as that voice grabbed my ear and whole my soul. It stole my attention. I was watching as my mom searching for a beauty class where in the future she would like to join. She’ll retire from her job in three years, the same year I will–Insya Allah–graduate from university.

She’s planned everything for her retirement. Beauty class, driving class and get license, taking English course (which she’s been planning on her mind for decades, but never went on one). She sees herself as a lonely mom in the future: I will be studying in America for two years or probably hopefully more, my brother will go out of town for studying, but later he said he will just study within Jakarta, since he too doesn’t wanna leave Mama.

I saw her scrolling down pages to pages, from one recommended Google site to another, just to find the right one for her. “Ah, here it is!” she shouted. “It’s near and cheap and complete… All will be learned.” Then she took a note to write down the address. I watched her writing, she didn’t see me when I talked to myself, ‘This is why I’ve made everything before I get old.”


“Yeah, I mean I’m gonna be 20 the next April and I haven’t accomplished anything yet and now that I’m studying at college that insists to focus on just one thing, I wanna do so many things. Unlike when I was a kid, I was a shy, didn’t wanna try stuff. I’m now brave enough to show myself, my ability. I wanna try everything before I build a family (which is a bullshit, since building a family never flashed through my mind, even for a second, just to enjoy sitting and cuddling next to my husband, disturbed by my running kids and catching them for dinner, and cuddling again and one of my children will shout, “I wanna pee, Mom!”) ”

“For me,” I continued, “everything is worth trying, now. You see, I kind of see myself in the future as a Psychology graduate who will take an English Literature for another degree, I’m learning how to play guitar, I’ve planned to go to America before I get 25. That’s my age limit. After 25, I think I can’t do bigger things than I’d done and I will retire forever. The world will stop me.”

“Yeah, that’s great. You can list everything you wanna do now for you’re still very young (I consider myself as a very old student, sorry). Don’t wait ’til you be like me, over 50 and had nothing.” WHAT!? She’s working on a great job in a great position at BPOM RI but saying that she hadn’t had anything great? Yeah, I understand why. Here’s the reason why I understood it and not trying to deny her.

“I’d been dreaming of taking English class but since I’m very busy, I couldn’t spare time on anything but my job. I spare time for you, for family, but not for me.” That’s sad, really. When she can finally spend her time for herself, I am the one who sometimes can’t be with her. The only time when we gather as a family, is at night.

See? I’m faffing a-gain. This is not exactly the point I’m about to say, turn around!

Yep, the last paragraph was true, I wasn’t faffing. But the last two lines are additional.

Back again, that time I was thinking, still sitting next to my Mom, without her even realizing that I wasn’t listening to her anymore. I was flying solo without leaving my seat next to her. I might have what my mom wants, ability in speaking English. Though I’m not fluent, I’m so proud, at least I’ve inspired someone to study, and I have something that anyone would also want to have. Not only that I’m able to speak English–at least, speaking with my EF teachers makes me feel like an advance, haha–I write things on my mind on a blog or on Microsoft Word with speed that nobody in my family has–even though it also scares anyone that I’d break the keyboards, eventually I had done one =P. I’m creative, though I just found that out when I started writing for the first time, and was brave to send it to a magazine, well it wasn’t published if you asked.

Creativity and guts are all I need to run my own life. I haven’t run my life yet, I’m still living with my mom, I’m still a jobless student, I haven’t settled for my passion. I’m still supported by her, I haven’t done anything meaningful. I don’t have anything that I could say proudly that it is ME.

And most of all, at least from my mom’s point of view, I’m still young. So young that she says I’m allowed to do and try everything I want. She trusts me, I won’t go out of line. She lets me to be anything I wanna be. At first, she controlled me that I had to be something that my mom is living now, working on a health field. If not doctor, I can be a  pharmacist, just exactly like her. My dad wanted me to be a doctor, for prestige. But in the end, they understood me. I can’t go that way, that isn’t my passion.

Slowly but surely, they’re leading me to chase my dream. My mom mentioned several times about my eagerness to be a journalist, she was refusing the idea of me being an English Literature student, but now she’s letting me to take it if I have time to study. Before he died, my dad accompanied me to apply to my first scholarship, Singapore was the country. He didn’t push me to take Science or anything related to that. I told him a year before that I didn’t fit in any of Science stuff. Thus, he supported me to take English or Social Studies. I was so happy. However, I didn’t get the scholarship. My dad still supported me to try another one next time. But those next times would be without him, I’m sure he’ll watch for me fighting for own living up there.

I’m not talented enough, I’m not a gifted person, but I gave too little of my own time to thrive. I haven’t worked that hard to reach my dream: to get scholarship, go to U.S, become a Yale University student. I have been wasting time God has given me for free. I guess I’d used them for nothing. Even to make my GRE better, I chose to sit in front of television while reading. Of course we can’t focus on seeing two things differently even though we’re insisting to. No matter how important the test tomorrow, if you’re studying in front of television that is showing Spongebob Squarepants for fun, who’s not gonna be distracted? It’s more colorful. I think only holy and sinless and solemn people would do that.

I don’t wanna regret anything in my old days. I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life regretting what I’ve missed, what I’ve spent my life for. I wanna be useful, not at least, but very useful. The only thing I have now is my body and its complex structure. I shouldn’t get satisfied easily, I should earn more and more. It will be useful for me, sometimes. I can’t just get enough of my English level and the TOEFL score I earned this month, I have to evolve. I’m willing to speak English fluently, but I don’t work hard enough to. That’s why I stutter when I speak, not so confident to write in English.

I wanna be a multi-talented person, I wanna make my both parents–though one has gone–proud of me, sounds cliche but really I haven’t done it yet. Just like my idol said, the person I look up to when I’m feeling like to stop, quit, and just watch cartoons instead, “My parents won’t care even though I’m not an A student, but it is my nature that I wanna be the best in everything. That’s why I’m so total in everything I do.”

It’s Cinta Laura Kiehl, if you didn’t know whose quote is it. I wanna set the highest dream on my mind, wanna live that kind of life too. Even though my parents only wants me at least to be an average student, I don’t satisfy myself to be just an average. I wanna be an A student because I set the most impossible goal for anyone in my family said I wouldn’t make it. My cousin has been one first, so yeah I’m kinda disappointed.

How if I can prove them that I can be what I want and not wasting time anymore and work the hardest, if possible, without sleeping for 24 hours? Wow, that’ll be the wowest moment in my life.

Well, this is my reflection a week ago, that I wrote today, because I was having my last exam. I tell you now, the result won’t be satisfying, but I promise this’ll be the last time I spent time for nothing. For I wanna achieve so many things, I have no more time to get young again except now. To prove everyone that I don’t wanna be so old to start doing things right and regret moments I should’ve and shouldn’t have done. Before I get 25, and someone proposed me, which I’d love to refuse. Hehehe




Ayuri aka Ayurilda Amalia

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment