impian hars menyala dengan apa pun yang kita miliki meskipun yang kita miliki tidak sempurna #IwanSetyawan
January 14, 2012
January 8, 2012
Eleven Senior High School
Awalnya kurang seneng aja namaku tercantum di papan pengumuman kalau aku deterima di SMAN 11 Yogyakarta. Karena SMA 11 bkanlah cita2 awalku (jujur bgt). Selain itu, g ada bayangan klo aku bakalan jd murid SMA 11. Namun, setelah beberapa bulan. ..enak jg sekolah di sma yg gedhe bgt ini.
Aku bisa beradaptasi dgn teman2 baruku. Mendapatkan teman yg baru, unik, punya sifat yg berbeda-beda adlah pengalaman baru untukku. Lama-lama rasa kecewa karena aku tak bisa msk sma impian pun hilang karena kebersamaan itu.Kutemukan jg guru baru yg berbeda dgn guruku sewaktu smp dulu #jelaslah. Awal ngelihat ngeri, tp lama kelamaan jd g takut wkwkwk. Malahan skrg byk guru baru disini, masih muda2 lagi. Kebersamaan yg paling mengasyikkan bagiku, ketika aku duduk di bangku kelas XI IPA 3 'ROSE 2011'. Wah itu asyik bgt!!!! SO FANTASTIC!!
Tapi skrg aku udah kelas 3. Harus fokus utk ujian nasional dan snmptn. Aku berharap bisa msk jurusan impianku. Akuntansi UGM. Amin
wise side
1. Sahabat adalah dia yang menghampiri kita ketika seluruh dunia menjauh. Karena sahabat itu seperti tangan dengan mata. Saat tangan terluka mata menangis. Saat mata menangis tangan menghapusnya.
2. Persahabatan bukanlah tentang siapa yg telah lama kenal paling lama atau siapa yg dtg pertama atau yg terakhir. Persahabatan adalah tentang siapa yg dtg dan tdk akan pernah pergi kala senng dan sedih.
3. Bersahabat bukan bagaimana agar orang lain memahami kita, tapi bagaimana kita memahami orang lain.
4. Kesuksesan itu penuh tantangan,gagal sekali dua kali itu biasa,tetaplah konsisten dengan mimpi kita
3. Bersahabat bukan bagaimana agar orang lain memahami kita, tapi bagaimana kita memahami orang lain.
4. Kesuksesan itu penuh tantangan,gagal sekali dua kali itu biasa,tetaplah konsisten dengan mimpi kita
The Day After Tomorrow
Street lights turning on just like the sun,
No shadows trying to knock me down tonight.
My walk is like a run to you.
Windows like a broken crystal ball,
Show me the missing pieces of my life.
And now I want them all with you.
Breathing faster I count the hours 'til The Day After Tomorrow.
I can hardly wait, it's getting closer now, closer now.
The day after tomorrow, it's getting closer now, closer now.
Oh my walk is like a run to you.
(Whoa) This story can't be fictional.
This chapter's only got two pages left, and I'll rewrite it all with you.
Breathing faster I count the hours 'til the day after tomorrow.
I can hardly wait, it's getting closer now, closer now.
The day after tomorrow, it's getting closer now, closer now.
Oh my walk is like a run to you.
I'm wide awake, suddenly, I know the way and I can feel it now.
'Cause I was lost, the past forgotten, I can't go back to yesterday.
The day after tomorrow, I can hardly wait, it's getting closer now, closer now.
The day after tomorrow, it's getting closer now, closer now.
Oh my walk is like a run.
The day after tomorrow, I can hardly wait, it's getting closer now, closer now.
The day after tomorrow, it's getting closer now, closer now.
Oh my walk is like a run to you.
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