What if !

Now that we are approaching the end of semester, I begin to ponder deep down on how fast time runs, really.It felt just like yesterday when I first stepped in this country, feeling like a stranger and here I am now, standing at the edge of my life journey in Melbourne. I'm thinking about my future. Two words to describe: uncertain and nerve-racking, I have yet to choose which path I will be heading to. I always try to look for the best option available. In this case, I also made back-up plan.

So, this happened to be a classical dilemma, choosing among alternatives. I still remember clearly when I got to choose where I have to study after graduating high school. It is not easy, yet I managed.This thought brought me to a question.
What would happen if I had not set foot as a student in this country?

I began imagining myself in Indonesia, probably taking engineering degree and would not have graduated by the end of this year. Would I have spoken English fluently? Don't think so. Would I ever experience the joy of self-making money? Not necessarily.
I even doubt this blog would have existed!

I am pretty sure I am still clinging onto my parents by now, crying like a baby when they don't answer to my wishes. There is no chance that I enjoy high degree of freedom like what I have here. Not that I don't like living with my parents, but the thought of living under the same roof in this stage just creeping me out. My parents would always ask me where I go, with whom, and worse, I need to beg for money that is just enough to dine casually and do 1 hour of karaoke on weekends.
and the place that I most likely to go would be.... *drumroll*

 PARAGON!!! sadly, this is the only best spot we have back in my hometown.

I would still encircled with my high school best friends. Even I am being in Melbourne today, we are still best friends anyway despite being scattered all over the place.

I would probably shouting around with my sister scrambling for a computer. Then, do another swearing on how slow the internet connection is. Wait! Maybe I don't even know how fast internet connection could be. Next thing, I would post a facebook status with rafferty vocab and poor grammar like what some people do, mistaken "bored" with "boring" as in I'm boring?!? and literally translate indonesian to english word by word without making sure they use the correct grammar. Hello! If you don't feel like good in english, just don't post anything in english, really.

There would still be chance for me to feel the joy of having someone prepare my everything, making up my sheets and do my laundry. I would not have cooked this much and would not have gained this much weight. My life could have been easier and not much to think about.

I would probably think caucasian girls are smoking hot as it is not scene I would see everyday. Here, you point any girls you want: Caucasians, Korean, Chinese, Japanese, and so forth, simply because Australia is a melting pot for many many cultures and nationality. Now, I am just use to it and those foreign girls are not as mind-blewing any longer.

Well, coming to this country was certainly a huge step for me.
Now, how my next huge step will be like? fingers crossed. 

xx