Prayers in Your Name

I feel like the bad effects of Instagram has taken a toll on me. I have so many photos that I love, but those photos are too simple or too uninteresting to be posted on the platform who breaks the barrier and obstacle for people to showcase every good things they have. And trust me, I myself feels happy for them too. But, as a sensitive and overthinking creature, sometimes people’s success reminds me of my “failure”. And that “failure” is actually not a real failure because I failed nothing . It just happens that whenever I see people reach their goals, I feel like I haven’t achieved something. Or if I have, that thing is mediocre compared to other people’s achievements. Such an irony, for I try to remind myself over and over again that other people’s success doesn’t mean my failure. Damn, we are not even in the same competition or the same track, or even in the same field! I don’t know if other people feel the same way as me. But, when I think about it, I’m too ashamed to talk about...

Disclaimer: This post was written back when the writer was 18 years old. There is no guarantee that all of the opinions written here are still true to this day. Let’s say, I’m still in the middle of UAS –last term test? I don’t know what it is called in english though. That being said, I have no power to write anything with satisfying quality. But I am fond of the newest public service announcement (last time I checked, it’s basically translated as Iklan Layanan Masyarakat). I think it’s from Singapore. Please correct me if I’m wrong. The thing that makes me want to nod in agreement is, I’d be totally verily okay if people take time to admonish me kindly if I ever forgot to pay attention around. Hello, I’m a mere human whose sensitivity should be questioned since I often lost in my world –not in my gadget (bruh, playing with your gadget in public place is dangerous). What is not okay is, if I make a mistake and instead of warn me, people go as far as snap my picture and then post in...

Disclaimer: This post was written back when the writer was 18 years old. There is no guarantee that all of the opinions written here are still true to this day. Follow my blog with Bloglovin So, there's this guy who seems interested in me. But to be honest, even though I really appreciate his efforts, the way he tries to impress me is not going to make me fall anytime soon. But thanks to him, I have an idea on what I'm going to write 😀 Thank you, Boy! How to impress me: Tell me everything I don’t know. Your experiences, books you have read, interesting people you have met, some knowledge you have which others deemed as unimportant, things that you care about, Talk about yourself, what you believe in, your opinions and perspectives on every aspect. But do it gently, My ears are not made to listen a judging rant or cornering oration, Other than that, I will gladly listen. Keep your expectations low, since I don’t guarantee you if I’ll just nodding in agreement with every tra...

Disclaimer: This post was written back when the writer was 18 years old. There is no guarantee that all of the opinions written here are still true to this day. What should I write for my very first post of this blog? Oh, right. I should introduce myself, true? I hope you won’t get bored while reading this, because I realize nowadays I’m kind of a dull young adult ha ha (note the awkward laugh). Since no one wants to know someone’s identity by reading CV-like biodata, I’ll write down my Alhamdulillah things (meaning things I like)and Astagfirullah ones (no need to guess. It’s obviously things I dislike). For additional information, there is also a list of things in this world that are in a love-hate relationship with me. Check it out! ASTAGFIRULLAH a. Ungrateful or Ill-Behaved Child One of my most hated. Things. Ever. Unfortunately, I found some characters who are like this in several books. Well, mostly not Indonesian books, but English ones. Sorry, I don’t mean ...