The plane is basically me, and the white big cloud is life.
I keep feeling that I keep hitting and stuck on this great big wall no matter how fast I go forward. Meh.
I've always managed to push myself to work on my papers, study for my tests, but skripsi is a whole different thing. It's like papers and tests put into one and it scares the guts out of me.
It creates this horrendous series of "what if"s in my head ーwhat if I didn't give in to my Dad's refusal when I asked for his permission to study abroad? What if I studied my ass off during my sophomore years and apply for an abroad scolarship?
The possibilities are always endless when they're just a bunch of "what if"s now, aren't they?
But hey, I hold on to this cliche:
everything will be okay in the end.
If it's not okay, it's not the end (yet).
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