Mbak Nadia, Mbak Aristin and Me

People inherit the good things to people and its people inherit the same thing to the others like a chain. How sweet a life like this -unknown

As a 5th semester student, I am wondering how can I be like the other. Winning some competitions, getting a good mark, having lovely friends, experiencing lots of things, trying something new, and the "excess" new. First thing first that I hope from this is I will have new sisters and brothers for life.

Mbak nadia found me. I am picked from the wall I made, from the garden I am watering. From a closed door. I am.

It's such a wonderful thing to have a research group like scientists had in a book I read. Wearing a white coat and working in the lab, researching previous paper to support our ideas, compare, and choose which is the optimum condition to conduct a research.

The ideas always come to people, but I am still confused to choose what kind of topic I want to bring. New words are coming and it's hard for me to understand about Doped, Degass, Holding and about the elements, compounds and its behavior.
I am absorbing so much energy and heat consume, I react endothermically even exothermal also need energy to occur, I am consuming heat is an anger for the analogy.

We did the whole research about adsorption with different materials for our student creativity programme from October until August and yesterday was a closure.

We took the amazing experience studying literature, presenting results, discussing. We invited to the company and having the advance conversation with advance people. Joining conferences for the very first time, getting unexpected gifts, having my first flight, enjoying my first commuter line and visiting the capital city, Jakarta.

I never got a wonderful experience like this before, even sometimes I got dejafu  I mean you already felt that moment before and you just realize it.

They are family to me, mbak nadia, mas randy, mbak aristin, mbak fira and umirul. For now, they are homey. Mas Randy becoming papa while me mbak nadia mbak aristin mbak fira and umirul becoming his daughter with no mama haha that's a joke we made during our research.

Just a child with knowing nothing to write and deliver, so maybe that's only sentences related on what I am doing and thinking. Such as pleasure knowing all of them.

More photos won't be spam anyway:)

Sorry, but we didn't mean to..

Papa with his daughters enjoying the first flight