Read, Write and Recite

It's been a while since I written my last post, aite? Bet no one misses me. Hahaha. Okay. I still want to write anyway. Like I care what people are saying. Hah.            So, yesterday I started my Internship for my Teaching Degree at my previous Practicum III school (if you read my earlier post, you would know which school) and it was kind of a new experience for me. Even though I am going to the same school, the feel is different. Like really different. Maybe it was due to the two juniors of mine who are currently having their practicum there as well. It's kind of fun now.           This semester is going to be so hectic and chaotic as there are many things to be carried out and completed in time. First is my thesis. Writing is really, really hard if you don't have the determination and will to start and write. Second is my research. Intervention, implementation and data collection is the start of it all. And I am still...

Bismillahirahmanirahim, Not in the mood of writing actually, but I feel like I just want to let it out.           Have you ever got the feeling of the things that you love and adore the most broke, destroyed, or went missing from your possession and got lost? Yeah, the painstaking ache in your heart. You can't physically feel it. But it's there. In your heart and mind. 'Cause everything is in your head. Yup.           I'm tired of being hurt. No. Rephrase that. I'm tired of hurting myself. Not in the physical way like slicing your wrist or drug overdose. I meant in the mental and psychological way possible. One of them is through expectation. If you read my previous blog post, you'll understand why I say that. Expectation hurts. So does hoping.           It's hard to teach your mind not to think much about stuffs, especially in this ephemeral life. Nothing stays. Especially living things and things that yo...