Lika-Liku Kehidupan : Pikun Stadium Akut

yap yap yaaap (snap snap snap fitrop mode on). nobody is perfect but this weakness slowly brings me to die (apaan sih gue lebay alay jijay bajaj bombay). gue paling benci ama sifat gue yang satu ini. pengen bunuh diri bawaannya kalo udah terjadi ni penyakit. PIKUUUUUN gilla gue tu. banyak banget peristiwa yang mubazir yang seharusnya bisa gue lakuin dan gagal kurang maksimal atau bahkan sangat kurang maksimal dalam mengerjakan hal tersebut. and now, gue mencoba untuk mengingat ingat masa lalu gue yang suram gara-gara penyakit gue yang akut itu. yah, bilang aja gue buka aib gue sendiri (duh duh, geje banget ya).
waktu itu, disaat aku masih menjadi siswi SMA, pernah tuh aku bingung banget cari kacamata. sore itu seperti biasa. setelah pulang sekolah aku dan teman teman berangkat les di salah satu bimbel yagn cukup moncer namanya di kotaku. bimbel tersebut terletak persis di depan sekolahku. dan dengan hepi hepinya aku masuk kelas dan bercanda dengan teman temanku. untung malaikat baik mengingatkanku untuk mengecek kacamata yang aku bawa(atau tidak). gue buka tu tas gue and you know what???? gue panic at the disco! gitu. hah?? haha??? perasaan aku udah bawa deh tadi di tas?? kok ga ada yaaaaa??? gue ngajak temen gue untuk cari tu kacamata di sekolah. bongkar bongkar deh laci laci di dalem kelas. tapi tetep gak ketemu. geu sempet mikir, hwehee asik nih kacamata gue ilang, ntar dibeliin yang baru(what the…). tapi gue tetep jaga harga diri gue(hah apaan lagi sih) dan bersikap solah olah gue amat sangat kehilangan kacamata itu, secara dunia ini terasa begitu abstrak tanpa kacamata. gue balik ke bimbel. masuk kelas, and duduk manis di kursi. buka tas untuk mengambil dosgrip(baca : tempat pensil). dan gue syooook (mulai deh lebay) ngelihat kacamata yang gue anggap hilang tadi ternyata ada di dalem tas, dibawah buku gede banget. oh mai gat, gue gak tahu harus berekspresi apa, antara girang kegirangan dan menyesal karena ga jadi dibeliin kacamata baru :-|
jangan kau buka link lain dulu, masih to be continued.
keajadian selanjutnya berawal ketika ada tugas mikroekonomi. sehari sebelumnya gue udah selesain tuh tugas mikro translatetan gw. pas mau ngirim ke email, eh flashdisk gw ketinggalan di kos, padahal tadi paginya sebelum berangkat udah gw siapin tuh jelas-jelas di atas meja. uh, gedhegnya minta ampun gw. terpaksanya gw harus ke kosan lagi panas-panas jam 1 jalan dari kampus karena besoknya udah deadline. daaaaaaaan, gw keluar dari kampus, dan you know what gw lupa deh bawa kunci kamar kos, whatta…
akhirnya balik lagi deh ke loker.
gosh, kayaknya cerita kepikunan gw kalo diceritain gak ada habisnya.
i really really need dokter ahli otak spesialis syaraf ingatan.

Emo Alphabet

A is for Angsty; always angsty, often without reason.

B is for Bangs; to cover their eyes in a rather stupid way, causing them to trip a lot.

C is for Clone; they are all alike.

D is for Define; they not only are emo, they must constantly define themselves as emo.

E is for Everybody; all the people who want to beat them up.

F is for Facebook; because they can’t make friends in real life.

G is for “Guys”; because it just needs air quotes.

H is for Half Haircut; because they only pay for half which is why they have side bangs.

I is for I; because that is all they think about.

J is for Joyless, because they are determined to have no fun.

K is for Kitten; because they are equal to kittens in both stregnth and intellegence.

L is for Love: because they cry so much about it.

M is for Myspace.com; because otherwise they would have no friends.

N is for Nonconformist; because they are such nonconformists because they conform to the nonconformists.

O is for Overly Dramatic; because they can’t stop whining.

P is for Poetry; it takes two emos to screw in a lightbulb, on to do it, and one to write a poem about it.

Q is for Quitters; because they are such experts.

R is for Razors; because their HD TVs are not big enough, so the solution is self-mutilation.

S is for Scars; up and down their arms.

T is for Tantrum; because the store was out of their favourite soy drink.

U is for Ugly; because most of them don’t know they are, but all of them are.

V is for Virgin; no reason at all…

W is for Want; because no matter ho much they have, thay still want more.

X is for X-acto; they cut themselves to feeeeeel.

Y is for Youth; among many things wasted.

Z is for Zero, all the world wants and needs.

Broken Heart : SIALAN

gak ngerti dengan
diri gue sendiri
ya
kayaknya gue tuh bodo amat gitu loh
dia siapa ya??

eh pertama liat aja kok gitu
baik sih orangnya
bangeet malah
gue aja yang terlalu “ngebet”
sebenernya dia tuh baik kepada semua orang Ekkyyyyy

idih lo ge er amat jadi orang (hahaha)
hmmm…kenapa hal ini terjadi PASTI sama BERONDONG
alias yang umurnya lebih muda dari gue

hahaha
konyol lu Ky
sakit kan lo akhirnya
eh, egak kok siapa bilang
dasar sok tau
hati gue laaaaah!!!!
ketemu juga jarang, nyapa kalo gue lagi gak rabun hahaha
uh. semuanya gara-gara Facebook
olalaaaa
kalo lo dulu gak nolong gue, gue gak akan sakit kayak gini (halah apaan sih lebay jijay ah)
selamat tertawa terkekeh ya Mr. X
kalau Anda tahu saya kagum pada Anda
dan suka pada Anda

dan saya disini akan terus MENGINGAT jasa baik Anda :)

BSM JAYA!!

Living Jakarta : Campus and Boarding House

Dang good, finally i have my time posting my writting. Lot of tasks have grabbed my creativity (no, not at all). And you know, i write (actually, type) this post when i am reading sociology for mid term examination. Fun. Yes it is. I wanna share many things here.
Okay, and here we go.
First, i wanna tell ya that i am now a student of a university. Bakrie University (BU). I got fellowship to study and that’s why, the title above is Living Jakarta. Cuz BU is in Kuningan, Jakarta Selatan. So far, it’s good to live here. With its crowd and noise. I feel i will be succeed here (oh, you fly so high Eq), and i stress again, i feel.
Like almost the urban ppl, moving here, then find their most suitable place to live. Boarding house. Absolutely. Five of my friends and i have been living in Genteng Ijo boarding house approx for 3 months. JOL, never think that we were like ‘girl flock’ walking together everywhere. And it does. We always walk to go to the campus and it’s like queue line moving toward the street. JOL. That’s what i call sacrifice. Walking in the morning at 7 and walking back in the afternoon at 1 or at 3.30. And you ppl can imagine. SWEATY SMELL along the street. Lmao. And that’s sacrifice. Sacrifice. To get my bright future, i need to sacrify.
Second, i take accounting. But i wanna tell you first, i took management but i move to accounting for some reasons. Day by day i learn WHAT EXCATLY ACCOUNTING IS and guess what. I almost give up for a subject which i think it’s hard. Principle of Accounting. Ironic. Due to my endeavors to understand that such(k) a thing, i begin to like it. Slowly. So faar, it’s interesting remember that i was a science student, not a social. Err, okay. Principle of Accounting, Business Mathematics, Business Communication, Sociology, and Microeconomics that’s all my subjects. And hello. . Business Communication is the winner. I love it not because of the content it self but because of my lecturer (yelling). Lustful i wanna get my best mark of it.
Oh, back to Jakarta. Bakrie University is in Kuningan. Ppl say that Kuningan is business area. And yeah, really business area. Offices are so many. Embassies too. Many ppl walk to work and also drive. Uproar. Time runs quickly here (comparing wiff my hometown, Klaten). Yeah of course, ppl here are so money oriented. They work and work.
Third, my boarding house. It’s located in Pedurenan. Err, not really but near enough. Many boarding houses are built here. And thank God i get this one. I get 2 times feeding, morning and afternoon. Free washing. Prosperous (a bit). To get to the campus we usually walk for 10-15 minutes.
Fourth, back to my reading. LOL. Enough for my writting now. Long live anak kos!

A Boy is Bastard

Lu dice che mi ama. Fu l’inizio. Ha curato di me cosìtanto. Mi ha promesso che avrebbe fatto il meglio per noi. Ero così sciocco. Amava la sua fidanzata ufficiale. Sono stata ingannata. Egli è il mio presidente. Lo odio. Non mi importa più di te perché hai ingannato. Forse lo sa, ma finge di non. Non voglio cadere in seconda volta. Vendetta.

Don’t understand? Good. I make it uneasy to understand. It’s about fake. About me. About my nation.
God is a girl, wherever you are?? Absolutely