Hello, my name is Teuku Farouk Syiah Alam, rather called Alam or Lam. To clarify things before I dwelled into my stories, I came from an international school at Medan ever since i was small, so please do not think I’m using chatgpt or etc lol. This is genuinely my essay, written by me, you don’t have to believe my eloquenceness, you can simply communicate with me through English and you’ll be the judge.
To make things easy to comprehend, Im18 years old, born at Medan, North Sumatera on 10 March 2005. I’m the youngest son in a brotherhood of one older brother who is currently at university as well, just not at Binus. My dad is basically the only one who provides for my family, my mom like you guess is a housewife. Dad works at an institution that contributes to our country’s finances, but it is not part of the government, a non department, but has a direct contribution to our economy. I was enrolled in a school rather superficial to most Indonesian students, Sampoerna Academy, it was Singapore Piaget Academy before, same school but just changed management. The loop and gap from SPA to Sampoerna Academy was massive, especially in its teaching methods and syllabus. But unfortunately, I was those kids who were failing in almost every class, barely passing the minimum grade. Yep, as you guess I was those troublesome students who created absolute havoc and shenanigans at school, if students there ate lunch for their meal, my meal was getting called up by the principal on a day-to-day basis. My school life was an absolute masterpiece, it can be made as one of those Christopher Nolan movie sequences, because of the ups and downs it involves. School is always something I looked up to, until the death of my life.
Particularly because of the superbly splendid friends I made along the way. A friend that always accepts whoever you are, being real and not fake in every circumstance. A friend that tells you the truth, no matter how it hurts. These people genuinely care for my well-being and vise-versa, thus creating an analogy ‘susah senang bersama’ and they actually did, not only we had our highest highs and happiest moments together, we also experienced the lowest lows together as a unit. We always give a good impression behind their backs, despite talking shit straight to their faces. You probably thought my school life was perfect, absolutely not, why? Thanks to covid it ruined everything and myself but on the part of it, I discovered my true self. When covid hit Indonesia, we had to take online classes. Online classes also meant that we cannot interact with them f2f, although we still play online video games through discord every night. I still remember thoroughly in March 2019 when we were also so happy that our classes were online and we didn’t have to meet our teachers. Little did I know that it was the start of my massive downfall. Closest friends that I consider as a part of my family, start going on their own respective ways, departed ways with a lot of people without even saying a proper goodbye, like bro those memories we made does not exist? At that stage, I was just immature enough to understand the situation. Post-covid where school reopens, my class before covid was around 30ish (3 class), now left with just 10 students with half of it new students, 4 students who I had a history of fighting, and 1 rationale friend. That was the last year of my high school before graduation and it was worse than hell, maybe even deeper than hell god knows what it’s called.
Aight it’s becoming like a really depressing story lmao, let’s dwelled on the positive things. I love football, like love love football. Dream of going professional ever since I was little, but also knowing that the football career is impossible to reach. So I’ll gladly just be a passionate supporter. It’s funny really how football can affect my mental health and mood, especially if Man Utd is having a poor performance on the field (which they did for the past 6 years, idk what i’m doing lol, but I love this club). Moodswings hits me alot for no reason, can be hyped up like 5 seconds ago and can also look like a depressed lad 10 seconds later. Don’t really have a specific song genre, listen to all songs basically. Used to frequently go to the gym, I also thought that life would be crazy and amazing in Jakarta. Absolutely not, the traffic here is insane, most people I meet are either those really smartass geeks who shower once every month or those guys who’re against god, while inhaling and puffing coloured chemicals (vape). It ain’t easy finding the right friends here, so atm, I just spend my time alone, and I actually opt to spend time alone, as it was more peaceful. Miss my parents so much, homesick hits hard.
I took architecture in part because I believe that architecture is the orbit of the world. I want to increase the standard of quality living, connecting society to a more vibrant and robust environment. I was always good at drawing ever since I was small but ever since I received a tablet, paper and pencil just went extinct in my world, digitalization kills a lot of things, especially when life was way simpler and not as overwhelmed as today.
But those hardships I have to go through taught me a lot, both mentally and physically. It builds and creates a fundamentally strong character development, being resilient in tough circumstances. If you dont know where youre going, but you make things based on the decision that is best for you. Wherever you’re going to end up, it’s where you need to be
Slowly readjusting and adapting to a life where I do everything alone, although it took plenty of time, I can proudly say I’m where I’m supposed to be despite still figuring what’s best for myself. You don’t get what you deserve, but you get what you think you deserve, because it dictates your actions and effort despite what you get is still outside of your control. Life moves pretty fast. I’d say, I’m here for a good time, not for a long time. I felt like my peak and prime school days were yesterday, if only I could turn back time (took school for granted). You’re probably a very busy and meticulous man, so I doubt that you would read this, even if you did please keep this as CONFIDENTIAL. What’s even more funny is that the story I’m illustrating is very superficial. Law number 3 – Conceal your intentions.
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