buzz

buzz
buzz
buzz
buzz
buzz
buzz
buzz
buzz

don't you ever dare to pretend that I'm fine

stuck&struck&sucks

blah

hellyeah

no pain, no gain

i don't know about the ending. i don't even want to know. seems like i want it to be like this. don't know how long, and how hurt it would be. i've prepared the drug, now just walk.
im fifteen and in a dizziness. im fifteen and just started my highschool journey back. im fifteen and there's still a lot to do out there. im fifteen and i want to learn. this is one of my way to. we should taste the pain, to gain a learning, to be better.
nothing to loose hahaha


blah

as ramadhan goes by

hello.
HAPPY FASTING :)

now it's been 3 days of ramadhan. 3 days of keeping the emotion and hunger

1st day of ramadhan. I spent it all alone zzzz the buka puasa, the tarweh hemmmm. that saturday, what i've been doing is just go to the school doing the 'penerimaan anggota baru'. accompanied the 10th grader to do their booklet.

"dis, how about we do the once year buber today?'

"well idk, guess no. monday better"

i thought that 1st day of buka puasa should be with our family. cause later, there's must be much of other buber rite?


well then, i went home and got my body so tired aand sleepy. and actually my parents would go to my cousin's health-celebration (idk what's the word :B). well im so sleepy and i want to get sleep cause i want to goo to the tarweh with the eyes open -and to not got mad because it takes so loooong time- hm. and so they left me.

so there i am. sleep until adzan maghrib. turn on the Tv and eat all alone. hm yeah i felt pathetic for a second, but i just pretend to be okay and it's work :D then i do the maghrib and board off my house to do the tarweh.

im kind of proud of myself that i can through the day alone. and my tarweh's pray was more, idk, more relaxing.



thanks for the 1st day of ramadhan, actually.

blah

kubah

again&again. on the top of the mosque; the al uswah

we're not skipping class. there's no class yeah

me; hera; sri; shinta; tomo; yoga; ardiben; izaaaan

blaah

11

lama nggak posting -____________-
ya ya ya. saya sekarang sudah kelas 11 loh. udah 3 bulanan lah jadi senior nomer dua di sekolah.
saya sekarang juga sudah di kelas 11 ipa 7. bukan di 10.8 lagi :
prtamanya masuk ipa 7, ak smpet mati gaya ngliat orang2nya yg alim2 gitu. sempet ngiri juga sama kelas lain yg anakny rame2 dan udah kliatan kompak. smpet sih ngerasa garing gitu di kelas. smpet juga sm temen2 eks 10.8, menggerundel kenapa harus cepet2 kelas 11, soalnya di kelas gada bolonya hem hem.

semalam sebelum tujuh belasan;

sempet hopeless sih sama kelasku. mau gerak jalan pake kostum apa whatsoever lah. ak pribadi nggak gitu ngurus. siapa yang ikut lomba oyeah juga so what. aslinya sih niat nggak dateng. sampaaaai gayuh, ketua kelas kita sms apa kostum tujuh belasannya. hmm mau nggak mau aku jadi ikutan rewo. ngjak temen2 ikut lah. mnjem kostum blablabla

pagi hari, tujuh belasan;

upacara bndera. habis itu rewo ganti baju&ngajakin anak2 buat ikut gerak jalan. msalahnya, kbnyakan anak2 pada jadi panitia tujuhbelasan hemmmmmm

terik, gerak jalan;

dengan modal kostum seadanya, kita gerak jalan deh. sekitar 12an orang yg ikut zzzz dikit lah. tapi untung kita puny yel-yel yang oke. trus nemuin nama kelas yg asik: MAS PAIDJO haha apasih.

semakin terik, ditengah gerak jalan;

tiap kelas baris urut buat gerak jalannya. ipa 7 dibelakang ipa 6: SI PAINEM. nggak ngrti gimana, tau2 kita udah saling ejek2an kelas gitu :)) bercanda smbil ketawa2. fun banget lah. tiba2 aja kita kompak nyanyiin yel yel kelas haha

hmmm, trnyata lumayanlah kelasku. ipa 7 rocks. mas paidjoooo, hey jogoo! ROFLMFAO
setahun aku bakalan di ipa 7.

semoga menyenangkan :)

blah