February, also well-known as the shortest month in usual almanac, even when in the leap year. This month almost over, it had reach its latest date. It feel like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa when aware 'bout it. Two days after tomorrow, my major will be continued.
My major...My major...My major...
Frankly speaking, until this single moment, I still temporized there will come a day when I begin to think that I'm not wrong to choose Chemical Engineering as my major.
This is me.
A very common people who through her ordinary life with her indifference way. A people who have no sense of engineering and act like have a heart made of steel to gamely wrestle herself to this what-a-major. Been three semester I've through. And why this decision still feels like at fault every time?
Okay, this incoming fourth semester was not come to be wasted away. Again, this common welcome words in every new semester. Tired of it, tired as well.
La hawlaa walaa quwwata illa billah. No power nor might except from Allah.
Let's be better person who always be in our elegant way to posturing our own decision.
Allah with us.
