My teenage life was growth in 20’s era. At that time, there was revolution in people communication especially
transition in social human life. One of this revolution is present of Facebook. I think i should be thankfull for that, because it has recorded some part important memories of my life.
Such as when i was failed in a test to enter my college goal at that time, i was write a note
in FB. And so many others impression event that i have write in other note or
other ‘status’. Now, when i open facebook, i think it just give me a little pleasure
when i just scroll down history in my fb account and i found my teenage life has
through so many way. I seem like other teenage girl which is full of expression, write
some status, share every moment,and so on. Here i quote one of my note
Buried for STAN
… at second class in senior high school,
I never heard about u before…
Till someone introduce you to me,,,
And making me so attract to you because
you is My Dream ,
When I graduate
I study hard to be part of you
I hang my dreams through you
To reach my desire,,,
But I loose…
One year later I try again,
I still hoping to join with u,
Day by day ang month by month
I keep study to face the test,
Many book I learn to add my ability to
beat ur question..
But I loose again ..
I never give up
This year is the third time I take the
test
To be join with u in my last change,
My attempt, my pray, all have done…
Because im very very wanna study in this
collage
But I still loose..
Im feel so sad,,
cause I never could be your student,
Now I must buried my memories about you,
STAN !
Now as time
flew away I just realize that habbit was receding, it because I more busy and I
think its not too important to write every moment in my status.
Well, this
just flashback and reflection for me that I have pass every step of my life
even it sadness,happiness, and so on. But I just feel fortunately i still stand
like now , every event left a wisdom .
it remind me order to always do the best in this life and never give up. Keep spirit
!!! ;D
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