Experience is something that needs to be shared

Halo blogku yang mulai usang termakan jaman >,< Kisah cukup panjang akan mulai kubagikan. As you see above, this is about JAPAN!!! kyaaa.. Yaps.. Jepang.. dengan segala ke- riweuh an dibalik perjalanannya.. dengan segala penghematan dan pengiritan -ampe hampir jadi gelandangan di negeri orang.. :(( sedih gaaa?? Well, kisah ini dimulai dari tahun lalu atau mungkin 2 tahun lalu (?), iya betul.. FYI, sebagai mahasiswa tingkat 2 semester 4, kami baru memilih tujuan hidup kami (a.k. dosen pembimbing). Dimana kisah pemilihan dosen ini sendiri kayaknya ga cukup kalo cuma diceritain satu paragraf dowang yak.. Ya singkat cerita, dari rebutan, tangisan, gondok2an, pemilihan dosen tersebut..tembuslah diriku pada dosen idamanku yang ku jatuh cinta dari mulai kelas perbengkelan <3 sangat beruntung dibanding teman lain yang cukup banyak yang terpaksa, mau gamau, hidupnya berada di tangan dosen yang tidak sepenuhnya ia pilih.. tapi namanya dosen IPB.. ya pasti t

1995, August 11th , has been born a child of a soldier and a housewife. I don’t remember how I got out of my mother’s belly. Which I must have been sure, at that time my mother was very strong at risking her life to give birth to me. And my father is always working hard for us as a family. Since childhood, I have a nickname “dede” or “dede nita” because I am a second child and my sister is called “teteh” (call for sister in Sundanese). Therefore, the people around me used to know me with “Dek nita”. I spent my childhood in Cianjur city.  All I remember when I started kindergarten school, I loved school so much. My mom says I’m happy to read even I’ve read fluently from the age of 6 years. First, my mother opened a small shop in the Cianjur’s Terminal in front of Ramayana Department Store. My mother’s small stall sells food and drinks as well as some basic foods and cigarettes. My father in addition to being a soldier also has a side job of having a public transportation