OH MY GOD! You're not gonna believe what just happened! I was just watching TV, when out of the blue, my teacher call me and told me that I was chosen as the representative of West Java in National Kids Congress.
When I heard that, the first thing that crossed in my mind is "What on earth is going on?". I mean, what makes them thing that I'm the right person to become the representative? It's not like I'm not happy, I'm just surprised that they decided to pick me instead of the other kids. I mean, look at me! I'm not a straight A student that could win everyone hearts! I'm just a straight forward student that could hurt someone deeply using my words.
God... I really am shocked by their decision. I am happy that they pick me. I just hope that they won't regret it in the end. I realize that I'm not an ordinary kids (the God probably broke the mold when he created me), I just hope that they can understand me for being different. For being me.
I don't know the real reason why they choose me, but one thing for sure. Through this congress, I want to prove to the world that every kids are different. I want to knock some sense to everyone who didn't realized that before. Many people might not realize that sometimes, it's not easy to be a kid. Feeling like everyone left us behind and stuck between our parents fight is something that we have to face this day.
I just hope that they would listen to my opinion and think about what I said. If you really don't mind, would you please pray for me??
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Somewhere I Belong
People said that everyone belong to a place
A place where people called family gather
A place where you can hear laughter
A place that called home
If it's true, can you show me where I belong?
Can you show me who's my family?
Can you show me where's my family so I could hear their laugh?
Can you show me where's my home?
A place where people called family gather
A place where you can hear laughter
A place that called home
If it's true, can you show me where I belong?
Can you show me who's my family?
Can you show me where's my family so I could hear their laugh?
Can you show me where's my home?
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Second Day (Part Two)
Okay... my brother and I finally came at peace and we watch movies to make it up. Everything went pretty well UNTIL I get back to my aunt place. My cousin ask me if I want a tiramisu (which now I wish I never take) because he want to take the container. I say yes and start eating it. I told him that I'm gonna eat that up for him but he has to be the one who wash the container because I'm not the one who one it. He said YES for that one.
And when I finally finished eating that cursed tiramisu, I gave him the container and start working with my shoes. It seems like he gave it to her ma than she left it unwashed in the sink. He started to pissed and yell at her ma. And her ma blame him. Then he blame me for not washing the container because I'm the one who eat the tiramisu. I was pissed because he blame me for that. Hey, I won't be mad if it's really my fault, but he said that he's the one who gonna wash it!
And when I started to get pissed, his ma came to the room that I use (the only safe place in this hell hole she called home), and start saying that I didn't love her son and her son become a brat because of me! WHAT THE HELL?! I was really surprised that time.
Well... he's a spoiled brat from the beginning, AND THAT'S HIS PARENTS FAULT! It's so not fair that I always have to be the one who get blame. I might be 16 now and it means that I have to be mature. LIKE HELL I WOULD CARE! I am mature in my own way.
This is so not fair. When I act maturely, people start saying that my parents have taken my childhood. But when I act childishly, people start yelling at me telling me to grow up. What are they really want?
Around them, I could never be who I really am. With my family around, being me is almost impossible. I could only be me in front of my friends in comic rent and some others in other cities.
They might not realize what they've done to me, because they didn't really care about me. They might not realize so much pain that they caused, because they are no where near me. They might think that I'm strong, because I always have the smile and the laughter.
But the truth? I'm bleeding inside. Doesn't matter how much tears I've shed, the pain won't go away. The pain that they caused are so great that it doesn't matter how loud I scream, the pain would still hurt me real bad. I've run as fast as I could, but the pain still there.
It's just hurt for not being able to be who we really are. But it'll hurt even more when you realize that you don't even know who you are. It's just hurt...
And when I finally finished eating that cursed tiramisu, I gave him the container and start working with my shoes. It seems like he gave it to her ma than she left it unwashed in the sink. He started to pissed and yell at her ma. And her ma blame him. Then he blame me for not washing the container because I'm the one who eat the tiramisu. I was pissed because he blame me for that. Hey, I won't be mad if it's really my fault, but he said that he's the one who gonna wash it!
And when I started to get pissed, his ma came to the room that I use (the only safe place in this hell hole she called home), and start saying that I didn't love her son and her son become a brat because of me! WHAT THE HELL?! I was really surprised that time.
Well... he's a spoiled brat from the beginning, AND THAT'S HIS PARENTS FAULT! It's so not fair that I always have to be the one who get blame. I might be 16 now and it means that I have to be mature. LIKE HELL I WOULD CARE! I am mature in my own way.
This is so not fair. When I act maturely, people start saying that my parents have taken my childhood. But when I act childishly, people start yelling at me telling me to grow up. What are they really want?
Around them, I could never be who I really am. With my family around, being me is almost impossible. I could only be me in front of my friends in comic rent and some others in other cities.
They might not realize what they've done to me, because they didn't really care about me. They might not realize so much pain that they caused, because they are no where near me. They might think that I'm strong, because I always have the smile and the laughter.
But the truth? I'm bleeding inside. Doesn't matter how much tears I've shed, the pain won't go away. The pain that they caused are so great that it doesn't matter how loud I scream, the pain would still hurt me real bad. I've run as fast as I could, but the pain still there.
It's just hurt for not being able to be who we really are. But it'll hurt even more when you realize that you don't even know who you are. It's just hurt...
Second Day (Part One)
Second day being 16 is nothing than more than a disaster. My brother are currently yelling at me, telling me to use my brain. The reason is because I want to go to jakarta today. And there must be traffic jam if I insist. But does he has to yell at me like that?
Saturday, June 18, 2011
16 Years
16 years ago I was born,
16 years I've seen the world
16 years has passed,
But I haven't find the true happines
16 years old I am now,
The year where I have to be mature
16 years of laughing,
16 years of crying
16 years with joy and happiness,
16 years with pain and sadness
16 years of my live,
16 years of my story
16 years I've seen the world
16 years has passed,
But I haven't find the true happines
16 years old I am now,
The year where I have to be mature
16 years of laughing,
16 years of crying
16 years with joy and happiness,
16 years with pain and sadness
16 years of my live,
16 years of my story
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