The last chance to see "Blue Moon"

Help Me...

Back then I always believed that nothing's impossible

However,

The more I walk, the more I realize

There are things made not for me

'though I want it wholeheartedly,

'though I fight for it 'till half-death,

'though I think about it every single time...

Too far for my little hands to reach

Too beautiful you blinding my eyes

Too adamant your heart for me to waver

Maybe, just maybe, do I think too high of myself?

That I want him whom I can't reach

but how couldn't I want him

if there isn't any reason not to love him?

The more I walk the more I realize

You're not meant for me

So, help me to let you go

Help me to throw this hope and feeling away to the end of the world

So it can find the new love where it can perch on

The more I walk the more I realize

my feet are tired...

the steps are trembling

May be I should stop here,

or may be take a break for a while on the street-side,

or may be turn on the intersection

or should I walk a little more to find a shelter?

Either from you or the other who has been waiting for me 

in the end of the intersection

Help me to answer

Please.....

My Little Success

             I am now a practicing teacher in SMA N 15 Semarang. I have been there for about two weeks now. For the first time I enter the real class (XI IA 6), I was very nervous but excited also. I kept imagining what would happen there. But, yeah, still some mistakes I made, but overall my teacher said it was already good. Despite that, I still felt a little disappointed with the result 'cause I didn't manage the time well....

            The second time I entered the classroom (2 classes). This time without my teacher supervising me. It was a big commotion, although I was only asked to give them an assignment in charge of her. Those two classes really tested my patience. Well, I didn't know why, at that time I felt that I was not myself. I was really pissed off. But, while I was walking back to the post, I was thinking that I was not being good to the students. Although, I felt rejected, but magically I couldn't bring myself to hate them. They are just teenagers and some are still children-like. Well, our age difference is not really far actually.

             The third time in the class. I found myself  satisfied with what I've done in teaching them. Even the little rascals are starting to resond to my lesson. I think that they were starting to accept me.

Well, can't wait for the next meeting with them.......

Hope that the little success growing more and more into a big success. Amiieeennnn......