I guess I need to start my writing. I had so much to write in mind, barely had I just kept in my mind and its like can’t shut up. It’s kept talking to me. Full of happiness, anger, sorrow and a bunch of mixed feeling. I know feeling come from hearts, but my head kept doing this thing;

“I so wonder if…”

If what? What if? So damn many questions, really. I rather stand it over, that start to ‘fix’ it like I suppose to. English, I did not born or raised whit any, only when I went to school. My English teacher always thought me some poem. She said;

“Instead of learning Grammar and a thousand of vocabularies, I want you to understand every single word what Shakespeare’s said in Sonnet, will you?” 

That was the first moment I fall in love with a strangers language, and what do you expect me to get all of it in one year. Even requirement of the Ministry of Education in my country also set an exam on literature subjects. I’d still want to learn more.

I was a slow learner. Obviously, even now my writing is still hideous. Sorry on that last words. But yes, I tried so hard to speak fluently orally and written. Because learning other language that’s different from your mother tongue, it’s real hard. But it does will become easier when you can talk that language.

I learn English not only in schools (that’s for past the paper), but I also learn English from heard a songs. Not that many, but when I heard the words, I found it sound different but not so different when I was watched movie or television. USA and British not makes me dizzy, but Aussie yes, take that as complement please, because Aussie is real damn hard to catch.

I’d watch more on Hollywood, so I guess standard English of mine, I suppose is USA, huh?  Ironically, British English what we used. But sometimes I spoke USA, but me secretly in love with Real Queen of England accent. No wonder why I smile so creepy when I watch The King’s Speech on the last time. Plus Harry Potter spells, really. Some other thing that I did is read English. I have novel and books in English more that my own language. It’s all love story and fairy tales (nothing fiction). 

That’s it! The start of my writing, and I wish someday, I can speak English everyday with someone who wants to learn my language as an exchange; or having his life for exchange of mine.