My Excuses

Dear my Lord.. First of all.. thankyou verry much for give me the best parents ever that I have.. thank you for giving the beautiful life to me. Thank you for create me.. and give the time to see the excellent place then already allow me to live inside it.. Thank you for the live.. Thank you for everthing that I have.. I'm sorry.. The wrong ways is I wrote my love letter on this web. I know.. yess why just I not writing on my hand book.. or why must on this web.. Okey.. I no need to aswer it.. My Lord know the reason more than me. Dear God.. I know.. since I was born oh.. not only me.. but everything that was creat in this earth.. we have a destiny each other.. I know that.. So actually I have a question.. but I cancel to asking it.. because I know.. your decision is the best best best dest destiny for me.. Thank you very much... I was conscious after wrote the third or fourth sentence..  Thank you My Lord.. Posted via Blogaway

Ini hari jumat. Oiya tak lupa aku mengucapkan selamat Hari Buruh buat Indonesia. Hehe.. Kenapa aku katakan buat Indonesia? Karena di Indonesia lah aku tinggal. Apaan sih? Oiya, besok penghujung mingguan. Hari Sabtu dengan malam keramatnya para jomlo, yaitu Sabtu malem.. Hahahaa.. Sabtu malem lho, bukan malem Minggu. Ini agak sensitif (baca: ngenes) buat temen-temen sekalian yang jomlo. Ngomongin malem Minggu nih. Sebagian orang pada ngapelin temen specialnya, dengan persiapan yang WAH!! Pake kemeja yang terbaik, pake jeans terbaru, dan pake sepatu yang sianggnya barusaan aja kering. Pake parfum 3x5 kali semprot ke seluruh sudut ruangan, eh? seluruh tubuh maksudnya. Hal ini diharapkan buat kita tampil perfect di depan cewek. (Lha aku kan cewek?) Oh, ini persiapan para si cowok maksudnya. Ketika Ayahnya si cewek ikut keluar. Nah, si cowok ngarep banget buat dapet perhatian si calon mertuanya ini bahwa, "ini lho gue, pantes buat ngedeketin anak lo. Liat baju gue, liat cel...

Im starting to writing again.. Hai, How are you? Im never feeling better writing that this time. Alright lets go to what i want write. Hehee.. Sebenernya aku belum ada ide, tapi lagi ngebet nulis. Oke deh, cerita (baca: nulis) yang kemaren aja. Ehmm.. oh iya ngomong-ngomong ini gak ada yang nyambut Aku? Apa!? Jangan bilang enggak ada!? Ini aku habis UN loh! Habis perang ngelawan titah Raja. Aduh makin ngelantur. Yaudah deh mohon doanya temen-temen ya. Doain aku lulus SMA dengan nilai yang baik (amin) dan aku berharap diterima di SNMPTN juga, atau lolos SBMPTN amin ya Allah. Baiklah, ceritanya sebenernya hari setelah UN berakhir. Kemudian hari setelah aku cari PTS di Jogja (23/4). Lalu (24/4) balik ke Solo. Nah, ini tepatnya kisahnya bermula. Jadi selama di Jogja, (gak lama sih, tiga hari) Aku ngerasa banget jadi anak kost sungguhan. Ruangan bener-bener 100% milikmu sendiri dan tidur pun tentram karena gak ada suara-suara kendaraan yang berisik di depan rumah. Namun, namanya dina...

Whoahhh! I found a poem in my note book.. It when i was learn English Subject. I wrote this one. This is note from my teacher, Miss Dian. (You are still my teacher Miss... Until i has older, all of my teacher from i was kindy, primary, secondary and high school student, and who ever teaching me. I never think "ex teacher". Never!!) The theme is Sorrow. So, the poem about a sorrow. (yaiyalah.. Haduuh) Okeh.. Let's read!!! :D Taking it Day by Day By: Vincent Ramos Each day I live, the pain consumes. What little sanity I have bloomed Like walking in a cloud of fog Falling down sinking into smog Live just seems grim I think on a whim Interest lost in everything I do But, what a life I really knew? Depressed to a fault, that all I see Death just seems like the only way for me A waste of time, I feel I am But that's its nature, a full mind jam I try and try to ease the pain A fallen effort with no gain Thought begins to eat away Makes Me want to end i...