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Mau jadi apa kalo udah besar?

25 tahun yang lalu ... alias umur 4 taun
Mau jadi apa kalau udah besar?
Jadi dokter.
Jadi bintang film. *maluuuuu banget pernah jawab begini, hahahaha :p*
Mau sekolah ke Prancis, biar kayak Papa!

15 tahun yang lalu - abege
Pengen sekolah di luar negeri. Sekolah apa? Nggak tau, hehehe ...
Tahun 2000 itu kayaknya masih jauh. Aku pasti dah jadi wanita dewasa, penampilan OK, wanita karier, hahaha.

11 tahun yang lalu - kelas 3 SMA
Mau sekolah ke Bandung! Kalau di Jogja kesannya ndompleng Mama Papa.
Mau masuk IF (red: informatika), karena temen gw aja berani, masak gw gak bisa *alasan paling geuleuh kalo sekarang inget :p*

7 tahun yang lalu - fresh graduate
Di Bandung - ternyata cita2 sekolah ke Bandung kesampean.
Heh, gw masih aja kucel pake jeans, nggak kayak bayangan gw waktu kecil, hahaha.
Mau jadi apa? Nggak tau, yang penting dapet kerja yang bagus!
Mau sekolah lagi! Mau sekolah apa? Pokoknya sekolah lagi, jalan2 ke luar negeri :D

2 tahun yang lalu
Yey, gw keterima di US. Cita2 masa kecil tercapai, walaupun gak ke Prancis.

Sekarang
Bentar lagi gw lulus. Gw mau jadi apa abis itu :)? Yang jelas nggak jadi bintang film, huahaha. Pertanyaan masa kecil mulai terngiang2 lagi. Mau jadi apa? Either to go back to private sector, or being a full time researcher?

This posting is especially dedicated to my parents, who always encourage me to achieve the highest things, especially education. Thanks God, for guiding me through the years, always giving me the best opportunities to achieve the most of my dreams. And now again, I need your guidance for another crossroad. Seems puzzle as always, but You will never leave me alone, rite :) ?

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Anonymous said…
mimpi dan imajinasi bagaikan stimulasi diri.. tanpanya hari2 bakal terasa mati... :) lagian.. akan selalu ada kejutan di rentang jalan yang dilalui.. karena hidup memang bukanlah sebuah "destiny".. hi.hi. :)
1:17 PM
Anonymous said…
sekolah lagi .... kan ke perancisnya belum.
6:34 AM
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