I just don't get it. Why in the world I decided to go to Jakarta in the first place?
What's the point anyway? I mean I already now that they'll deserted me and stuff, but why I still coming to Jakarta. Knowing that it'll only hurt me, but I still coming. What an idiot. All I want is spending some time with them. With my family. But guess what? I always ended up alone all by my side.
It really hurt, but what hurt me more is none of them even bother to play with me. Seeing them playing with the other hurt me even more. Call me selfish if you want, but that's the truth.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
ATTENTION!!! IT'S ABOUT THE STORY!
I told someone about my story and if said that he wanna read it (the story is called 'Game On [!]' by the way). I gave him my blog address so he can read it. BUT, I made such an idiotic mistake, I gave him THIS blog address, not the one with the story.
So, if you're THAT GUY, or you actually wanna read it, here's the address of the blog WITH the story:
marcsmoves.blogspot.com
Okay, I think that's all. Sorry for my idiotic mistake.
Nite.
P.S: if you got anything to say about the story or anything just email me (peewee_bintang@yahoo.co.id / peeweebintang@gmail.com) or text me/call me (081944243300). I'll be looking forward! ^^
So, if you're THAT GUY, or you actually wanna read it, here's the address of the blog WITH the story:
marcsmoves.blogspot.com
Okay, I think that's all. Sorry for my idiotic mistake.
Nite.
P.S: if you got anything to say about the story or anything just email me (peewee_bintang@yahoo.co.id / peeweebintang@gmail.com) or text me/call me (081944243300). I'll be looking forward! ^^
Lack of Sleep
Ok, here's the thing, I went to Jakarta yesterday with a headache along the way. I somehow manage not to lose my sanity by using my insane friend as the anchor of my sanity. Weird, huh? But that is the truth. And since I have the back row all for my self, I decided to lay down and try to sleep. I thought I could easily fall asleep since I barely stay awake few minutes before that.
Well...seems like I was wrong. I did manage to get some sleep. But only for a few minutes and I ended up having a sore body caused by accidentally sleeping on a pairs of seatbelts. So instead of sleeping, I decided to read the story that I'm currently working on but get stuck again in no time. I honestly run out of idea and I can't figure out what should I write next. And since sleeping and working on the story is not gonna work, the only choice left for me was editing my story.
I do love to write, but I honestly have editing stuff. Why? Because I'm a type person who didn't really pay any intention to the detail.
Anyway I decided to sleep at my cousins place. It was around 11 p.m when I told my cousin not to sleep too late. Guess what? I'm the one who ended up sleeping even later than her. I can finaly manage to fall asleep around 3 in the morning and since I'm having trouble sleeping lately, I was awaken by my cousin when he woke up. My head really hurts when I realise that it still around six. Believe it or not, if you want me in the best shape, I need to sleep at least 8 hours. So I think you can imagine how I felt.
Well...seems like I was wrong. I did manage to get some sleep. But only for a few minutes and I ended up having a sore body caused by accidentally sleeping on a pairs of seatbelts. So instead of sleeping, I decided to read the story that I'm currently working on but get stuck again in no time. I honestly run out of idea and I can't figure out what should I write next. And since sleeping and working on the story is not gonna work, the only choice left for me was editing my story.
I do love to write, but I honestly have editing stuff. Why? Because I'm a type person who didn't really pay any intention to the detail.
Anyway I decided to sleep at my cousins place. It was around 11 p.m when I told my cousin not to sleep too late. Guess what? I'm the one who ended up sleeping even later than her. I can finaly manage to fall asleep around 3 in the morning and since I'm having trouble sleeping lately, I was awaken by my cousin when he woke up. My head really hurts when I realise that it still around six. Believe it or not, if you want me in the best shape, I need to sleep at least 8 hours. So I think you can imagine how I felt.
Friday, March 11, 2011
She's Dense. REALLY DENSE!!!
Just to make it clear, I hate my aunt. I hate that bitch. Reason? I got thousands of them.
Here's some of my favourite:
1. Everything that I do is nothing more than a mistake
2. She can't do anything right
3. She thinks that her son, Mr. Stripper, is a PERFECT example on how a kid should be
4. She turn her son into an annoying, stubborn, cry baby, spoiled, and alive brat
5. She'd do anything to please her son
6. She keeps telling me about stuff she didn't even know better than me and even think that i'm the one who didn't know about that stuff
7. She keeps telling me things that even she can't do
8. She thinks that i'm just a kids that didn't know a single thing
9. She force me to think that she's better than me on everything
10. She used me as a scapegoat
The list would go on and on and on and on because I didn't like her. AT ALL.
Call me mean or anything that you want, but once you put your self on my shoes, you'll understand why I hate her.
Here's some of my favourite:
1. Everything that I do is nothing more than a mistake
2. She can't do anything right
3. She thinks that her son, Mr. Stripper, is a PERFECT example on how a kid should be
4. She turn her son into an annoying, stubborn, cry baby, spoiled, and alive brat
5. She'd do anything to please her son
6. She keeps telling me about stuff she didn't even know better than me and even think that i'm the one who didn't know about that stuff
7. She keeps telling me things that even she can't do
8. She thinks that i'm just a kids that didn't know a single thing
9. She force me to think that she's better than me on everything
10. She used me as a scapegoat
The list would go on and on and on and on because I didn't like her. AT ALL.
Call me mean or anything that you want, but once you put your self on my shoes, you'll understand why I hate her.
Cruelity of the World, the Bitterness of Live
Everyone(okay, maybe not everyone, but lots of people) knew that live is not always about having fun. Live is up and down. Unpredictable. We knew that the world is not always kind to us, that the live is not always sweet.
To be honest, I often act like i'm a tough one, like nothing could break me. I often think that I knew the cruelity of the world as well as the bitterness of live. But then, today I realized that I actually didn't know them. Today I learn about something. Something we thought we already know so well that we think it won't shock us if it's happen to use. Yes, i'm talking about them. About the cruelity of the world, and the bitterness of live.
A kid I might be, I may not as naive as the other, but i'm still naive. My father call me a few moments ago, asking me about my plan to Jakarta. Then, he asked me about my aunt text to my grandma. She said that I often ask for money from her. Up to 3 times a week.
I stunned when I heard that. I NEVER ask for money, even if I do, I pay her back. But she didn't want to accept them. And even if you count that as 'asking for money from her', I didn't even ask her that often!
And what shock me even more is that she said those things to my grandma is just because she want to borrow some money from her.
FYI, she even borrow 500k from me and haven't even return all of them. For me, the money is not the main problem. I do need money, but I don't care if she didn't return them to me. What I really care is about my pride. I don't wanna know how my family would see me now.
I just don't get it.
Is she really that desperate for money?
To be honest, I often act like i'm a tough one, like nothing could break me. I often think that I knew the cruelity of the world as well as the bitterness of live. But then, today I realized that I actually didn't know them. Today I learn about something. Something we thought we already know so well that we think it won't shock us if it's happen to use. Yes, i'm talking about them. About the cruelity of the world, and the bitterness of live.
A kid I might be, I may not as naive as the other, but i'm still naive. My father call me a few moments ago, asking me about my plan to Jakarta. Then, he asked me about my aunt text to my grandma. She said that I often ask for money from her. Up to 3 times a week.
I stunned when I heard that. I NEVER ask for money, even if I do, I pay her back. But she didn't want to accept them. And even if you count that as 'asking for money from her', I didn't even ask her that often!
And what shock me even more is that she said those things to my grandma is just because she want to borrow some money from her.
FYI, she even borrow 500k from me and haven't even return all of them. For me, the money is not the main problem. I do need money, but I don't care if she didn't return them to me. What I really care is about my pride. I don't wanna know how my family would see me now.
I just don't get it.
Is she really that desperate for money?
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