Lesson < You

-

I'm bad in history but I can remember when I first saw you
I'm bad in physics but I can tell the intensity of spark of my eyes when they see you
I'm bad in geography but I can tell you that you live in my heart
I'm bad in chemistry but I can tell what's the reaction when you smile
And the last lesson is I'm bad in english but I can tell you that I love you...



- Pak Yusuf
Guru Geografi kelas X-1 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Catching Fire

-
“Katniss, when you're in the arena,” he begins. Then he pauses. He's scowling in a way that makes me sure I've already disappointed him. “What?” I ask defensively. “You just remember who the enemy is,” Haymitch tells me. “That's all. Now go on. Get out of here.” We walk down the hallway. Peeta wants to stop by his room to shower off the makeup and meet me in a few minutes, but I won't let him. I'm certain that if a door shuts between us, it will lock and I'll have to spend the night without him . Besides, I have a shower in my room. I refuse to let go of his hand. Do we sleep? I don't know. We spend the night holding each other, in some halfway land between dreams and waking. Not talking. Both afraid to disturb the other in the hope that we'll be able to store up a few precious minutes of rest. Cinna and Portia arrive with the dawn, and I know Peeta will have to go. Tributes enter the arena alone. He gives me a light kiss. “See you soon...
Read more

Catching Fire

-
Peeta and I sit on the damp sand, facing away from each other, my right shoulder and hip pressed against his. After a while I rest my head against his shoulder. Feel his hand caress my hair. “Katniss,” he says softly, “it's no use pretending we don't know what the other one is trying to do.” No, I guess there isn't, but it's no fun discussing it, either. Well, not for us, anyway. The Capitol viewers will be glued to their sets so they don't miss one wretched word. “I don't know what kind of deal you think you've made with Haymitch, but you should know he made me promises as well.” Of course, I know this, too. He told Peeta they could keep me alive so that he wouldn't be suspicious. “So I think we can assume he was lying to one of us.” This gets my attention. A double deal. A double promise. With only Haymitch knowing which one is real. I raise my head, meet Peeta's eyes. “Why are you saying this now?” “Because I don't want you forgetting...
Read more