weirda

Wednesday. 20th June 2012, 2.35 pm.

oke. just finished my-first-accompanying-presentation-meeting. erh.
i'm feeling fff today. dunno what i mean with fff.

gettin sick with this all. with evrbd around me. around mylife. they just.. having a bad temper. that's all who got me gettin mad, when i just wanna be a good person. like, applicate the yoga meditation on all of my living live.
people just make me feeling absurd. weird. with their matre temptation. haha, apapula itu matre temptatiton.


and i have a questions, why do i have partner that has a bad temper? he loves being a Mad Dog if i didn't doing what he want me to be. just like god. haha

manusia curhat

Monday. 1.03 pm. 18th June 2012.

tiba-tiba ada laba-laba yang datang menghampiri. mencoba menggerayangi. lalu dengan kuasa ku tepis. namun malah membuat kami menjadi terpaut dalam suatu komunikasi berkesinambungan. halah.
entahlah, mungkin hanya untuk kali ini saja. semoga.

dulu, gue sangat suka untuk curhat. bahkan kpd orang yang baru sekali gue temui, gue akan bicara tentang aib sendiri sampai mulut berbusah. busaah.
dari si Mrs.Bahu, sahabat yang gue cintai. sampai mungkin telinga kami basah oleh ludah. saat kami saling mencurahkan isi hati satu samalain. hingga lalu dia menjauh.. menjauh seiring berjalannya waktu.

intensitas curhat gue sedikit berkurang setelah tragedi menjauhnya si nona Bahu. kemudian datanglah nona Gila Bagian Timur. dia, si freakin girl. entah kenapa gue bisa dekat dg dia. mungkin karna saat itu rumah kami searah, menuju sekolah.
gue pun curhat versi galau. (karna pada nona Bahu, curhat gue versi lebay).
entah gimana, gue bisa-bisanya curhat dg mode galau pada nona Gila itu. hingga kemudian gue menjaga jarak. setelah ada desas desus dari orang yg menjauhi dia karna atitutnya yang sedikit miring. lalu dia sendiri. lalu pindah.

gue, Alhamdulilah saat itu sudah berhenti jadi perempuan galau. gue adalah salah satu dari anak-anak 'berprestasi'. (sesungguhnya prestasi yang gue raih, adalah dari tragedi demi tragedi yang membuat gue galau. sembah Tuhan atas masalah demi masalah yag ternyata membawa kebahagiaan & mendewasakan).

dengan prestasi itupun, gue dapat teman-teman baru. teman-teman yang gaul dan selalu menghargai. juga, kesempatan untuk membuka diri, membiarkan diri gue memilih untuk kembali mencintai orang lain. Lazuardi namanya. haha.


 to be continued.

The Killers - All These Things That I've Done

When there's nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

One more son

If you can hold on

If you can hold on, hold on

I want to stand up, I want to let go

You know, you know - no you don't, you don't

I want to shine on in the hearts of men

I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand



Another head aches, another heart breaks

I am so much older than I can take

And my affection, well it comes and goes

I need direction to perfection, no no no no



Help me out

Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner

You know you got to help me out



And when there's nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

These changes ain't changing me

The cold-hearted boy I used to be



Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner

You know you got to help me out

You're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down



I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier



Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner

You know you got to help me out

You're gonna bring yourself down

You're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down



Over and again, last call for sin

While everyone's lost, the battle is won

With all these things that I've done

All these things that I've done

(Time, truth, hearts)

If you can hold on

If you can hold on

---

"All These Things That I've Done" as written by Brandon Flowers, Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci

emotion of me

one thing that i wish you  could do is, to be someone that useful and love to gather with me so gracefully.

Friday, 3.15 pm. 3rd floor building.
i use to cry. out loud.
had just finished my lunch. i bought one pack of kacang kulit. dan sesampainya dikantor, Mom Fatima had gave me the-unfamiliar-taste of Jawara's bakery. dunno what the name of the bread. there are no chocolate or any cheese. just full of sugar dough topping.
weird taste all over, but i do love to appreciate anyone's given. so i ate that with all of my heart.

now, i found myself messup. my phone had just die. the battery is empty.

but nothing have to be worry. chill up :)
lil Grace Kelly wouldn't love to be a weirda woman just because one problem.

HAHA BICARE APEU KAU FATIYE.
oke. Jumat. malam ini akan ada rapat lanjutan dari rapat Rabu kemarin. entahlah. apakah akan lebih menyenangkan dan lebih ramai, atau sebaliknya.
i'm tryin a bit loose of being a girlfriend for anybody. yeah. toh jodoh gak akan kemana.
(BICARA APEUU)

Perjanjian kalian, tak perlu dipusingkan.

Kamis. 12.08 pm. 2nd floor building.

uangku hilang. padahal itu sekali-sekalinya minta ke mama. HIKS.

and still, nothin bergejolak here. that yesterday ribs, still walk around my stomach.


yesterday, lot of people came to my grandma's house. we're gather for the sake of us. it's totally fun and full of surprise. i did ate much much much crackers, snack, and those ribs soup. ithink-the soup has TONS of FAT inside. blah. but i did swollen that.

after that, i remember about my late nite meeting with the Mosque Boys. (waddaya think about mosque boys? nope. they aren't a boyband. hahah. funny yeah.)

yeah. there are dtc personel, that pimple-vixion guy with his kotak-kotak merah sarung, older brother of dwiki nurcahya, etc. the meeting goes strange. the woman just two, veronica and me.
pembagian jobdesk, and share our idea ttg judul acara untuk isra miraj 30 june besok. tak perlulah kuceritakan seperti apa kejadiannya. akan sangat datar dan hambar sehingga mungkin kau perlu menelan beberapa butir garam dapur. euh.

tuesday, 9.35 am. 2nd floor building.

turquise shirt, that grey pants & veil and simply blue heels.
nothin to do. i mean really still nothing.

sleepy at 'luncheon'

monday, 1.25 pm. 3rd floor building.

this time maybe so called, lunch-break time. but i use this break for having my zuhur time, and reading my The Orange Girl Gold Edition novel on 3rd floor meeting room. sitting down on work chair, looking on through on the window, set over to the Pajajaran's road. i'm hungry.
i missed my breakfast. mom already cooked a boiled egg, but i just left it. and so, i bought one piece of cheese bread and 2 pieces of a little pack biskuat. it just costs 2 hundred rupiah. cheap? yes. i'm on this un-rich condition. lolololol.

everytime i place my eyes on those driving cars, i'm feeling like gettin sleepy on and on. just like thousand sheep, that have to be count in order to get in sleep. zz... still i'm sleepy. with this stomach empty, so creepy.