Repeat Rewind

I almost forgot the joy of talking to myself. Not afraid of responds from others because it’s just me. Like writing a diary which I no longer do because I’ve grown too lazy to write in a book and due to trauma when my previous lover is happened to have a peek on it. Total nightmare. Not that I was being unfaithful back then, but diary is something that never meant to be read by anyone. I haven’t even re-read my diary since then.

It helped me being less labile. I could write ‘I love you’ as much as I want without being such sore in people’s eyes. I want to explode. Really. I want to scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs, but I’m afraid that someone else would hear me. This is boring, but I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, until the words “I love you” make no sense.

I won’t stop until you don’t want me to love you anymore. Even if you ended up not wanting me to, maybe I’m obsessed enough to spam those words everywhere I wanted to, secretly.

Gosh, should’ve really just wrote this on a diary.


Protège-Moi

I, both literally and figuratively, really can’t stop thinking about you.
Can’t stop wanting for you to make me feel miserable.
Can’t stop myself for being extremely happy because of you.
Can’t stop being reckless, careless, shameless.
As if nothing ever matters.

Argh I feel cheesier every day! Put me in a burger already! Or just take me outside the country!

By the way, I am dying to know what does this song mean, what were you trying to say, because it was thrown out at our hard time, you know, yeah have a good night sleep.


Sidang Tugas Akhir

A sentence someone; who I don’t even know and who doesn’t even know me, but I’m pretty sure we recognize each other’s face and name; said, not directly, not very convincingly, but I’m pretty sure it’s pointed towards me, has struck my mind. I don’t think he meant to give me answers for all of my hatred, my insecurities, and the words were not even a nice thing to be said to a girl.

But it is the only thing that finally give me reason not to care,
to find my optimism back,
to have the courage to spit on someone’s eyes,
while I know,
I’m not even willing to stretch my face muscles only to spit on someone’s eyes,
it’s too tiring,
and I’m too busy living and loving.

Thank you very much, dear cute-bastard-whom-I-know-your-name-but-I’m-not-interested-in Sir. You’re my unsung hero (for at least these last few weeks).


Grimly

I never really understand about the phrase “i love you, you loved me back, but we’re not meant to be” ketika itu diucapkan oleh pasangan yang tidak terhalang tradisi, agama, ataupun ditentang orang tua. Kalimat paling omong kosong.

Building a relationship has never been that complicated. Kalo lo mau ya hubungannya bakal ada, dan kalo hubungannya tidak ada maka sederhananya lo memang tidak menginginkan adanya hubungan itu. Jadi berhentilah sok bijak dan jangan banyak alasan.

And I’m not saying this to any particular “you”. This is just random, like usual.

Kalau ada yang tidak setuju silahkan mencoba membuat saya menarik kata-kata diatas, tapi pastikan argumennya tepat.


Strive for the Best

Lame internet connectioooooonnnn. All I can do with this old lady are signing in to the messenger with no purpose and keep refreshing my m.tweete every five minutes, with no purpose either. But what to do, anyway? It took me all day just to open my e-mail, and I was not even succeeded to do it yesterday. Trying so hard to add a new post although I barely have an anything to notified here because this is just another attempt to sharpen my dull grammar.

Yeah you right. I’m pressing my luck too much that it finally chucked me up.

Oh the Almighty, please spare this conceited-big headed lass’ life and stop her from experiencing too many major setback, eh? Don’t You think she feels useless enough?

And one thing, she sends You the best gratitude for giving her that “butterfly in her stomach” feeling (again). Though it seems to be one-sided love, which she had enough of it in junior-senior high time, she’s still that dumb to feel happy about it. So, thank You.


The Secret Recipe of Not Having Any Real Bestfriends

Insecurities. I just can’t let anyone knows that i have problems.Whether it’s me that being too insecure, or you that cannot be trust  with my problems.

Anyone means every single human beings that lives. 

*giggles* I guess this post is the answer of my previous post, eh?



Pissed

You see. I am a happy person. but i tell you guys. Please do not play around with my matter. It is not that funny.

And moreover, the source of difficulty, is the one who really should not be laughing over the problem, especially when THE problem is related to many people, so you are not the only one who suffer the agony ;).

hahaha how human nature that want to make themselves feel better is always predictable. I really hope you are all blessed with the bliss folks! :) love you! (bigheart)


(push) Pop!

Ever felt like million words inside your brain busy popping itself insist to be spoken out? That is what I feel at this time spoken! Wooow it is not like what people used to say “lonjakan emosi” because i AM calm like i will always ever be.

Maybe I’m over excited?? Hm that should do. but over excited of what al? These last days of my life seems to be not that interesting. Okay with this and that i still consider my life is the most interesting story ever butbutbut what the heck is going on in here that makes me act like a brainless lost girl?? You tell me yes I’m talking to you Monsieur.

Huf okay no need to answer I’ll fix myself. Hey I’m seriously can.


LOL

you guys are so funny. thank God i got my own world ;D


Being alive is so damn cool!

Aaarghh! (ini ekspresi gemas y.. :D)

Betapa rencana Tuhan itu sungguh sempurna.

Sekarang saya bakal mensyukuri semuanya. Rasa sakit, lega, dicintai, sukses, terjatuh, ditinggalkan, bahagia. Semuanya, karena saya sadar semua itu pemberian dari Tuhan yang sangat indah. dan lucu sebenernya. hehe

ehm.. ngomong-ngomong soal lucu yaa.

Selasa kemaren pas pelajaran KPIP (lagi!), ada hal yang lucu. Ga tau kenapa, hari itu saya lagi make baju yang agak ‘cewek’, plus make jepit yang agak gak penting karena poni udah kepanjangan. Jadilah seharian itu temen-temen yang laen pada komentar. “Lex, kok hari ini lo kayak cewek banget sih?”

“Kayak cewek”??? Emangnya gw bukan cewek? –” dasar semuanya daah

Dan pas KPIP itu saya duduknya di barisan agak belakang, otomatis ngabsennya juga belakangan.  Waktu kuliahnya udah mo selesai, absennya baru nyampe, dan spontan saya kaget ngeliat ada yang nulis sesuatu di kotak absen saya.  Tulisannya “c*nt**!”.

What the ****??? lucu sekali, bisa-bisanya ada yang nulis gitu di kotak absen orang, dan di kotak absen aku lagi. Apa nilai c*nt** sudah bergeser ke arah yang salah ya? haha xD


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