Ideal
posted at: Saturday, 12 January 2013
Source: Weheartit
Everyone have their own goals. Everyone have their own ambitions. Everyone can dreams. Same as me. I have my own dreams. Huh a lot. Every time before i sleep, i will imagine whatever i want, whatever i need, what ever i desire even though i will not able to it. There are those who dream about marriage, their look-outs, their future husband and etc. Well who doesn't right?!
My major ideal in this year is gotta 3A+ 7A for my Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM). This is because, i want to get a scholarship so that i can continue to study abroad. I just want to get out from this Malaysia and escape from my problem. "Problems always come to us and we need to follow though." "There is no happiness if there is no anguish" Ikr, it just im seeking for new experience. I was convinced that the way i gone, people
would loved to. It just im so sorry that i exist. I just a pester and and distressing person.There are a lot of steps to get our own ideals but it depends on our efforts notably ME. I'm not that diligent person who would roll out in midnight and continue my study. Hell no. Just imagine that im gonna do my Additional Mathematics or Chemistry at 3.00 am in the morning. I think i will study in 5 minutes then i will continue sleeping. I just depends on my study in school as i concentrating solely when my teacher is teaching EXCEPT History. When it is History period, I will feel sleepy. That is why my History marks is sooooo fail. Heh
I am so lazy and sluggard person-despite im a girl, i can not carry out responsibility as a human such as cooking and clean up my house. Im soo not a good lady or wife \(^O^)/
I wish i have a better behavior as girl like others. They are pretty, gorgeous, proficient, hardworking, a good chef, courteous, well-spoken and others. But me? Just a little girl who now how to eat, read, and sleep. What i am so useless. Like i said, sorry that i exist.
“And when she started becoming a “young lady,” and no one was allowed to look at her because she thought she was fat. And how she really wasn’t fat. And how she was actually very pretty. And how different her face looked when she realized boys thought she was pretty. And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy. I wondered how her face would look when she came out from behind those doors.” - Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Love always,
Dayah
