"Wake me up, when September ends~," she sorrowly sang. Wake her up, from the momentary slumber. Wake her up, when the beautiful illusion has end. Wake her up, when the ugly reality has come. Wake her up, to face the show. Wake her up, to live in the dream.
<Typed on 1st September 2013>
Today, 365 days ago, right on this date, was the first time I left my home to Jakarta in order further my studies. Gosh, just a blink and a year has already passed.
Today, 365 days ago, right on this date, was the first time I left my home to Jakarta in order further my studies. Gosh, just a blink and a year has already passed.
Lucky for me, I was accompanied by my Mother then, as she was worried. I am the only person in my entire family that went to Jakarta.
Now, here I am, typing about it comfortably at home in summer paradise. 20 days to go before I fly to Jakarta again. The new term start at 23th September. Oh, just thinking about it already makes feel so... unmotivated.
The month September hold a different meaning to everyone. For me, September is the month where I...
Fly back to the (cruel) reality
Re-adapt to new environment
Face the life
Fight the tough road
Do soul-Searching
Do Self-Improving
Where the long journey begin
It's the month full of struggles and hopes :)
Summer ends, but not my dreams and passions :)
That's mine. What's yours?
Wake Me Up When September Ends was written by Billie Joe Armstrong about his Father. I love he expressed it in a comfortably solemn and sorrow way. Deep respect for Greenday, him and his Father.
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