I’m still wondering why I decided to learn a new language again, my other new language. If you ask me, it does bother me alot. I’m not good with any kind of linguistic thingy, never had any good relationship with it. Eventhough in “The Author” page, you could read that I also chosed to write and the reason why I wrote was to expressed my feeling. Writing is one of the linguistic thingy, isn’t it?
In this 2 weeks I’ve been learning this new language all the time. All the time.. literally. It’s like I have nothing else to do or nothing else to think about. Not to mention my final assignment bachelor’s thesis.. even more the midterm exams that I had in this recent weeks and the last midterm exam that I’m having in the next 4 days. In Bahasa, what I’m doing would be called as kesetanan.. crazily learning it. Starvingly like a demon. Hungrily like a vampire wanting for fresh blood. And please don’t tell my mom about it😉
It feels like I want it to be done quickly. Therefore I learning it everyday in order to understand it more. It feels like I finally know what I want and I want to start making my path to go there, to accomplish the great desire in mind. Yes I wrote it correctly, in my mind, not in my heart. But of course I love what I want and I love what I do, which means that also comes from my heart.
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brickOr the wolf’s gonna blow it down
In my case, that would be the road which I should pave robustly, brick by brick, asphalt by asphalt, or the high tonage truck would cracked it down. So blessed me with my new adventure!