I love to read newspaper or magazine while having my lunch. yesterday, i was about to read the main article on Kompas when mom called me and shown me this article -----> click  (that page has a different picture from what I saw on newspaper,both of me and my brother screamed because it went worse)
I can't hold my tears. it's sad to know the fact that I can help them and do something, lame.

( okay,let's pretend that you-don't-know-exactly-what-is-on-my-picture is pangolin.I drew it behind my english assignment,uh.)


p.s : I found my negative thoughts irksome,and yes. I need harsh cleaning.

sugar-stained.

have you ever felt that your contribution had fallen on deaf ears?
empty?died?anything?
is it okay that i'm feeling tired of healing my self to pleased others?

i just don't know why i keep asking questions which i know exactly what the answer is and become pretty aloof lately.new friends and old friends.some are no closer than we were before and some are good like no other.i'm pretty tired talking about people changed,bragging and crying.i'd stop doing some idiotic actions like that--menstruating heart.i'm really okay now with those stuff now, but feel awkward to know my self for let all happened and didn't feel anything.It’s not easy, and it doesn’t always work, but it helps to have a goal: forget the past.


there are several unconscious things in this world, such as ants on your coffee mug, ink stained behind your white collar--i don't know how much my hair fall until i realize they're plenty of strands on my floor.my hair grew longer and longer each day so i'm going to cut them off.
uh,blabbering a lot.

can't wait to see them!
i wonder how Boggis, Bunce and Bean look alike and kind of song that local children sing to taunt the three farmers.when i was a kid,i was glad when the book ends with the indication the three will be waiting forever.Roald Dahl is a sort of genius :)

i was watching the inglourious basterds with my pals several days ago. actually, i don't really like to watch some kind of movie like that in cinema. i prefer watch it with my dad on dvd.but it was not me who bought the ticket, i was come late with shika and chaiyna. so yeah yeah,then we go.

but,i like this film very much. i love to examine the accent of each actors. it was funny to saw hitler slamming his hand on a table and cried, "Nein nein nein nein nein nein! "
hahaha and the funniest part is when shika poked me and asked, "which one is brad pitt?"
oh my god. that's ironic. it's like your not living on earth or you were a creature that comes from 1000 before century.
let's skip this miserable part.

ah ya, and let me introduce you with the jew bear : donny donowitz !
there's no something special with him. it just, when brad pitt called him out of his cave and he came with his baseball stick,ready to smash nazis, he looked beautiful with his xxl volume eyelashes ----- shika thoughts he's a bit gay.
also his partner, omar ulmer. his eyes makes him very much alike hush puppies.






mind my fugly picture (if only i have a good scanner) . i just want to doodling at that time. and a thousand pardons for mr. pitt , despite his georgeous acting, i'm unable to display his photos here.my laptop is getting lame and it's a bed time already.

aloha

how long since i'm not updating my blog? uh,very sorry. i'm on 11th grade now,been busy with the hectic schedule,too busy sticking my nose into every corner poking around for things to complain about,school tasks, mid-semester test, adapting new system--friends, remedial remedial and remedial.

besides,twitter is really tempting. i'm just having some "writer's block", got the point where i couldn't write, not even a word. actually, i like to write about thematic things on my blog. but on twitter, you can write your random thoughts, or anything comes to your mind.

several things happended to me lately. mostly boring, but some of them comes with surprises. i'm getting closer to my girlfriends each day. actually, i don't really care about having a girlfriends. no, i mean i do care with my girlfriends but deep down inside i was like " oh, not having a girlfriends can't stop me going on. i have a boyfriends anyway,"
but there's a brand-new bounding inside me, like " wow,this is different."
they're not just talking about boys. even if they say i'm a good adviser, talking about boys is boring. my friend, talitha loves to shake my tummy with her slaptic-proffesional-female singer-look a like-act. and shika,chaiyna and others <3 and,oh melodi had become a great great girlfriend. but it's pretty annoying when she had to go with her boyfie. urgh, i hate that.

a thousand pardons. i want to write about many thing, a wish list, something inside me. but,hey we can make it later,right?

Okay,so these days,i'm currently listening to the temper trap. ah ya,you must be know that their song, sweet dispotition is one of the soundtrack from 500 days of summer .And when i saw the picture of their lead singer,i was like " his face is familiar.soo causcasian,like indonesian!"

and yes,the vocalist, Dougy mandagi --was born and raised in indonesia.he's living on Bali but now he's working on the urban outfitters of Australia. so,he did fashion merchandise.

I'm not knocking on 'em. they have a such a pretty music, i think. but i do love their songs,really.

It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control, you cant trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever.



---i'm not that lucky.so,i don't think something good will come after the whole-ugly experience.