The journey to school is long.
30 minutes times is more than enough for me to eat chicken rice.
Believed that I would use the time wisely.
Maybe I still manage to squeeze something into my brain, at least.
But, I dint'.
It's a sort of small struggles before stepping in to the 'hall'(hell).
And, I know that.
For a student like me, who always do last minute revision should have grabbed every single seconds to study, which I supposed to.
Again, I dint'.
Notes in my hands remains untouched.
My minds are flying, so do my feelings.
Somewhere in the atmosphere, keeping themselves invisible and stay hidden from my eye-sight.
I was trying to figure out is there any career which I will be able to go round the world and earn money simultaneously?
Erm, sadly, I can't figure out any of them.
I was dreaming instead.
Day dreaming of unrealistic dream.
After-all, I recalled my decision of choosing nursing.
I ask myself, am I in the right path?
I know I can't get wrong.
Because it's my future, what I should be proud of.
Enthusiasm, enjoyment, passion should originate from here, too.
But, why am I struggling now?
Or, I'm struggling just because of the test
Ever someone told me that dream exist because we dream about it.
If so, then, can it be true?
yes, no, perhaps.
or maybe?
30 minutes times is more than enough for me to eat chicken rice.
Believed that I would use the time wisely.
Maybe I still manage to squeeze something into my brain, at least.
But, I dint'.
It's a sort of small struggles before stepping in to the 'hall'(hell).
And, I know that.
For a student like me, who always do last minute revision should have grabbed every single seconds to study, which I supposed to.
Again, I dint'.
Notes in my hands remains untouched.
My minds are flying, so do my feelings.
Somewhere in the atmosphere, keeping themselves invisible and stay hidden from my eye-sight.
I was trying to figure out is there any career which I will be able to go round the world and earn money simultaneously?
Erm, sadly, I can't figure out any of them.
I was dreaming instead.
Day dreaming of unrealistic dream.
After-all, I recalled my decision of choosing nursing.
I ask myself, am I in the right path?
I know I can't get wrong.
Because it's my future, what I should be proud of.
Enthusiasm, enjoyment, passion should originate from here, too.
But, why am I struggling now?
Or, I'm struggling just because of the test
Ever someone told me that dream exist because we dream about it.
If so, then, can it be true?
yes, no, perhaps.
or maybe?
