Kayanya

Gue nga bisa mikirin masa depan gue

kalo gue heading kesana, yang gue liat gelap

apa bener gue siap nge kos sendiri 

apa bener gue siap nguci bh gue sendiri

dan beresin tempat tidur

ini nih anak manja

tapi mau gue visualisasikan sekenceng mungkin, nga bisa

apa gue bakal mati ya sebelum ini semua terjadi?

kalau iya, let me go to heaven Lord,

arinda

In my free time

How To How To Questions

I ask myself:

HOW TO GET FAMOUS?

Answers:

- you got to be a really cool socialize person 

- you got to have a qualified sense of fashion

- you got to be good in singing

- you got to have a very weird talent like singing fart

- you got to have a hot socialize boyfriend, cousin or grandma

- you got to be really clever

- you got to get a scholarship in any of the ivy league colleges

- you got to be a genius

- you got to make a very creative art thing

- you got to be a sexy talented dancer 

- you got to have muscles

- you got to write a book

- you got to have rich parents to finance you

- you got to be born in a famous family

or

- you got to be really really autistically stupid and dump humiliating yourself

and non of above is what i am right now. I dont have sense for fashion and i dont care about it, im not born rich, my voice is like cursed the day i was born, im way way way far from clever let alone genius, and i just wikipeding "ivy league" and found myself crying cause its like the eighth world wonder if i got to one of the colleges, im trying to write a book but found myself with poor vocab and chaotic grammar and im not that dump humiliating myself.

So

HOW TO GET FAMOUS WITHOUT HAVING ANY TALENT?

answer:

- online suicide

- online killing (although you need a specific psychological talent for it)

- selling drugs in clubs

- sell yourself for a cheap price

- go on tell everyone you had a crazy threesome last night

- burn a house

- burn a building

- be the first zombie

- be an ultimate freak

- eat a lot and be the worlds fattest girl

- don't eat and be the worlds skinniest girl

- tell bad stories about your friend

- wear no bra

- wear only bra

- tell stories about yourself like youre pregnant when youre not

- bring a gun/weapon/knife to your school and scream you are going to kill the canteen women

or

- make a blog claiming youre very talented and cool while youre doing the opposite

i hate my boring life, 

arinda

The Toad - Skype

I do look like him

When ure trying your best to look handsome and pretty on skype, then youre not very much my friend. 

The point of a friendship is to know eachother, bad and worst

Skype Talk

A : Udaaaah saaanaaa kamu tidur ah udah malem resek

P : Nga mau, mau liat jelek dulu

A : Ah ntar di poto

P : Kan aku nga bisa print screen

A : melakukan gerakan nga manusiawi.... im zombie, im a zombie

A : Aah tai aaah ntar kirimin ya potonya

P : iya

A : Kamu juga dong, aku kan nga bisa printscreen

P : Boong kamu

A : gerakan aneh memancing....

dapet juga :)

ya Allah kenapa kerjaan gue ginian selagi bentar lagi UAN?

arinda

No Nailpolish

Jadi gini

Highspirited gue brangkat ke sekolah. Disana gue dengan cool banget bisa berkomunikasi dengan orang2 arab. Posisinya nih:

Di atas meja, ujung meja gue duduk, trus di ujung sebelah sana si omar, yang lainnya mengelilingi kita dan kita ngobrol lalu, si omar tiba2 berdiri. Ternyata, mejanya itu rusak, triplek tebel kayu boongan itu nga nempel sama besi mejanya, jadinya kaya angguk2an anak TK gue anjlok mau jatuh kebawah, gue refleks lah : aaaaah, tapi suaranya nga takut gue malah lebih ke humor, tangan gue reflek mejang pinggir meja dong. Anak2 panik, trus sama si ahmed mejanya di "blak" sama dia biar gue nga jatuh, my hero, kalo nga ternyata, jari tengah gue berada di atas besi penganggah mejanya, jadinya jari gue kejepit. Seharusnya nga sakit sih, cuman sialnya jari gue ditindih berat bedan gajah gue. Gue teriak: my finger my finger, nga ada yang ngeh sampe ngeh nya telat gitu..... ditarik-tarik jarinya geu lemek aja. hmm rasanya sakit kejepitnya, masih traumatilisasi gue

Tapi gue nga nangis lhooo gue cuman jingkrak-jingkrak kesakitan. Gue dibawa ke dokter, tapi nga ada dokter disana adanya mba2 numpang ngadem yaah deh akhirnya gue dikasih es sama di perban doang, boleh dong gue suudzon...

Lalu, gue sakit sendiri, baru sadar kalo emang sakit banget kan. Gue diem aja. Trus dipanggil ke UKS minimalis lagi, ada dokternya kali ini, sama dia di liat doang perbannya

DWG(dokter wanita gendut) : Its okay,youre not bleeding, youre gonna be fine.

Gue    : Dont u wanna see first?

DWG   : No i cant, when i open the bandage ill touch ur lalala n u may bleed again

Gue    : But in case something, ah it will look very ugly

Ternyata gue baru ngeh ada ibu2 temannya dia duduk di mejanya

eeeh kaga gue tanya komentar

Ibu2 jelek       : Are u afraid its not gonna heal or are u afraid its gonna be ugly?Because it will be

Gue      : Speechless kaget,its gonna heal i know

Ibu2 jelek : Then its okay, u cannot wear nailpolish for quite a long time though lalalalala (merendah)

Gue : Ohahahah its okay (gue nga tau cara nulis ketawa basa basi nga iklas gue)

WHO THE F ARE U? 

im sure ure working in children motivation centre yeah

motivation to kill themselves 

Ini udah nga parah2 banget, yang lifenya bleeding banget

HAHAHAH DIA MENCONG!

Firasat:

Kemaren emak gue komentar : Teh, ko kuku kamu biru sih? jangan2 kamu jantung

gue komentar sendiri :Ini jariku dari mbah ya mah, panjang2 kotak hihihi(geer sendiri)

Hari-hari biasa : saya mengakui saya suka mengfuck dengan jari tengah ini

A really really nice school start,

arinda