Tiba-tiba

kenapa puting si Edward di New Moon aneh? Ada rodanya... pink....... keungu-unguan

Pacar gue

gue nga suka nulis melankolis tentang cerita cinta gue, karena menurut gue itu terlalu private dan gue nga mau norak kaya si cewe yang hobinya melewati batas antara hal yg perlu diceritakan dan tidak  (contoh: hr ini aku tidur sama cowoku sayang)

gue cuman mau ngomong

hari ini gue nanggis karena gue lagi dapet dan semua hal membuat aku sensitif

trus pacar gue yang agak kelemeleme malah ceritain sesuatu yang bahagia buat dia tapi sedih buat gue

trus gue maki2 dia

dia malah ketawa

trus gue matiin lampunya

dia ceramahin soal apalah mata apa katanya gitu

trus gue maki2 lagi dengan bahasa inggris

trus gue latian jadi news anchor

nanggis lagi

trus gue liatin poto cowo telanjang seksi

gue sedih lagi

gue ketawa karena dia komen nga penting

trus gue dipaksa makan

trus sekarang gue nulis ginian depan mata dia

bangke lo pacar gue sialan. Gue udah punya pacar kan seharusnya nga hbl nyeeet tambah hbl gue sama lo.  Gue jadi norak kan.

maaf, nga biasanya gue membuyarkan kehidupan prifasi gue.

ini plajaran buat orang2 sok tahu: gue udah punya pacar, mau lo kasih gue sekantong penuh Henry Cavill juga gue nga mau nuker sama dia (munafik banget)

gue sekarang jilatin nutela

gue sedang merencanakan launch backnya si Nona Moochie,

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Idul Eid

Selamat idul adha semuanya

kulesana wenta tayyeb
kulesana wenti tayyeba
or whatever so they say and i don't care

Kalo kita mendapatkan cerita islami, alangkah baiknya kita sebarkan bukan?
Kata 3mar, itu tulisan Omar dengan bahasa arab di latinkan, jangan tanya kenapa.
I HAVE TO EAT A LOT OF MEAT
kalo bisa 3 KILO
and he's not kidding
he meant it very real if he screamed out of the bus window just to say: ARINDA, DON'T FORGET MEAT
why? Karena 3 hari Idul Adha ini, daging qurban sangatlah sepesial, sebaiknya makanlah sebanyak-banyaknya. Usul dia: sehari sekilo.

Dengan ini saya mengajak teman-teman semua untuk makan DAGING

kalo sampe nga nonton Jennifers Body, gue nangis,

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2007

Sensasi yang dapat terulang

Tadi siang yang sebetulnya udah sore tapi mataharinya masih aja hidup, mobil gue ketabrak. 

Pertama-tama begilah ceritanya. Mobil gue, mobil keluarga lah maksudnya zzzz adalah mobil abu2 tua sekon hen bekas orang china (platnomer: 38=kedutaan china), dalemnya bau, tangan gue nga bisa dengan leluasa manja di jendela. Mereknya Subaru didalemnya dapet tempat sampah biru plastik geratis including joke bapak2

Orang : Pak iwan mobilnya apa?

Iwan : Wah dapetnya Subaru pak

Orang : Baru terus dong nih ye

Both : ngakak besar2 ala bapak2

Kita mau pulang dari liat center Basmala di new maadi buat belajar saikoloji. Jauh sih tapi gue rela kesana soalnya tempatnya bagus kaga yang kaya di Nasr city, lantainya kaya tanah di cat putih miring2. Ketika ada persimpangan Om Hairul yang blm tau daerah keren itu aga ragu2, dibelakang kita ada truk serakah. Kita sante aja ya namanya juga highway kenapa harus ngebut2. Tiba2 ada mobil di belakang si truk serakah itu ngebut kencang, ketika truk serakah ngalah buat belok kiri, mobil merah bau itu nga liat kita lalu BRUK. Gue terbang bersama nyokap gue. Gue refleks ketawa2. Nyokap gue sebut2 nama Allah, Om Hairul pucat pasi dan panik. Keluarlah dia, maunya di geplak tu kake2 penyakitan (sok tau), sebelumnya karena untungnya om Hairul pinter, dia moto plat mobilnya dulu buat di ajukan ke polisi, eeeeeh pas itu si kake kabur, ngebut lagi. Udah nabrak, kaburnya cepet, nga kapok2 ckckck. 

gue reflek ketawa, mak gue nga tega liat mobilnya gue disuruh keluar.

Bempernya hancur.

Untung gue nga mati, soalnya yang kena bagian gue duduk. 

Initinya: Gue jadi kangen sensasi bumbumkar (mobil senggol) di dufan

Nb: kalian bertanya subaru itu apa sih? kalo lo ke kairo lo bisa mendapatkan mobil dari segala era, dari yang seharusnya udah punah sampe yang nga terdaftar di departement merek kemobilan karena itu merek karangan sendiri

model cowo yang buat springfield gantang sekali saya pusing

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that stupid desease again

gue iri sama orang yang kalo dipoto, potonya jelas, clear, pixelnya tinggi. gue iri sama blog yang sophisticated, yang bulet2 kesannya penuh. Apalagi yang dapet campuran dari itu dua. kenapa kalo gue kaga bisa. kan pengen juga keren sekali-kali

I bet you don't

What made me me? My memory? Or the environment and mass media? Was it social control? Or is it simply faith?

This things had craved a deep hole inside my whatsoever heart

Lysander blue sky

This is the name of the sky when hes very dark blue. When i look up and see Lysander ill come to several important memories in my life such as, the night i was playing snow with my guy best friend and his sister in German, bathing outdoor in winter, the cure of PUTDUY (oh this is a deep one) and so many more. 

We will not grow old - Lenka

waktu semua orang heboh Lenka, gue udah demek sama dia (you know her too late). Shes okay. At least lagu yang satu ini masuk ke dalam hati. You now that kind of feeling you were flying? This song has the effect. Apalagi gue ketagihannya pas masa2 gue nge gym di pasaden dan BERENANG, which made it more flyly. Dan di lagunya itu gue bayangin we dan cowo, (masa2 HBL) but he doesnt has a face. He was just there while i was listening to it. Ah and he was a vampire, because gue lagi HBL FEVER VAMPIRE abis baca twilight saga in very quich 5 days zzzz

Kiss me - sixpence none the richer

ingetin gue sama jaman2 jakarta ujan, kelas 1 nanyi sama bu mel, dan jayusman. And everytime i hear this i get a long cold shiver from my back to my ear.

A pasticular boy name

jadi inget sama masa alay gue zzzzzz and i was better than now zzzzz and how i got in deep shit giving my heart to him. okay, i love you. loveD with a D. And see, i dont know why im doing this shit 

  I admit when im ugly not like others who still thinks they look better,

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Dialoguely Monolog

Kan gini, gue nga peduli sama anak2 arab sini. Terus untuk menunjukan ketidak pedulian gue membuat monolog dalam hati gue yang bikin gue puas sendiri.

G=general

G : Arinda! How are you! I missed you... (true dialogue)

A : I was just fine then you showed up (the answer i really would like to say)

G : I have a boy!!! Did i tell you??

A : yeah?

G : I know i know its so exciting!

A : Cool

G : I love him so!

A : when did you met him?

G : Last week and he loves me too!

A : cute

(This is a very true conversation)

G : Im pregnant!

A : whos?

G : You know who!

A : ah

G : What should i do?

A : not talking to me

(udah mulai ngaco)

G : Arinda arinda can you past this to me

A : *ignoring*

(i wish i did that)

But the problem is, bukan gue yang nga care, mereka yang nga care sama gue grrr

example which is not example because its based on true dialogues

A : You like him??

G : Yeah!

A : you know i hope hes not that kind of boy who disappears

G : Thanks god i never met such a guy

A : I did

G : No!

A : *began the story*

G : *just staring straight and i dont even knw if she/he is still listening*

A : How are you?

G : Im fine.

G : Are you sick?

A : *mau jawab

G : oh okay

(dont ask and answer by yourself, this is a very stupid and dumb action)

The very main point: I meet people who like to talk but never listens. I meet people who want to talk but hate being asked. I meet people who loves being listened but never care about the listener. I meet people who are perfect and not boring arguing about they life while they should listen my story which is miles more complicated than theirs ever going to be. I meet people who ask and answer for themselves. I meet people who makes me learn and valuing life. 

I miss my friends, and by that i mean TRUE FRIENDS

im arinda and im going crazy

inspiration

I am not really sure what happened to me lately. Boredom is eating me alive and leaving a soulless child. 

I just want to be not to be me, oh hell. Everyone is climbing up to be special, rich people with lots of money buy their designer stuff and pretend to invent new fashion by wearing allready-wore style. Someother is so stupid and sacrifice himself to look stupid in order to get the holly fame. And me? Im too human to even think of it. or stupid

This is Imel, a nice young woman with a nice pulli she wears every two weeks

Scarf by some cheap men in el khalili, tenktop sale in mango, green shirt i don't where, belt ITC setelah ditawar karena beli dua, the skirt is a mukena

This is a joke i like to tell myself (to myself, because apperently i dont have friends) and if you think this is serious then hell, you don't have humour

Gue pengen jadi artis berbetis kecil dan rambut spiki