Too little too hard

Well my life is getting funnier every day. I feel free, but losing control. No one cares and no one wants to know why, nor to remind me when it's needed. To the point, I feel like I did something wrong, and made my best friend... leave me again. Perhaps.

It's funny too, when I feel like it's okay breaking up bazillion times as long as my friends is with me. I don't feel very lonely though I'm alone (they texted me to make sure that I didn't do anything silly). And lately it's hard for me to control my emotion. I really want to hit my face against the wall. I don't care if it hurts, as long as my brain is OK.

From now on, I'm happy to be sick

I have a boyfriend, well you all know. Actually I broke up with him on early June, then we get back on the road again on early September. It was tough when we broke up, but from then I learn how to live my life without him (wuek--throwing up).

So, last thursday, our school  was having a trip to Jakarta to attend an exhibition about several private colleges. When I arrived there, my boyfriend and I take a walk together to see whether there's good university booth to visit to. We weren't holding hands like the other couple may be, because you know my boyfriend is so strict about keeping angel-like, good images.

And before we supposed to get home (we were supposed to watch for the expo opening), my friend Aya and his boyfriend Anu asked us to get some lunch at the mall while the other friends were having it nearby. They were inside a tent enjoying their delicious, economy-priced, inexpensive meal.

Then suddenly when we arrived to the mall, Aya and I felt horrible. We were on our period and I felt like crying, hell, oh God I need to get back to my bed room, I wanna be on my bed.

Then after we had lunch, we go straight back to our homes, and Dika was following me to my house. I felt really sick on God, he was kind to be there to take care of me. Not until 15 mins later, my other friend and his boyfriend came to use my bathroom.

After they gone, I had a fight with Dika and I dropped. My head was dizzy and I can hardly breathe. Dika was panic stricken. But he didn't show it, since he has what I love about him, he is very loving, and calm. So he remained calm, he lift me to my bed, and he bought some food and feed me. Oh that was so sweet.

He planned to stay, but he can't. So he chose to stay at his friend's. But before he left, he kissed me in my face. That was the sweetest thing, and means the world to me. Oh I can't forget that. I'm happy that I was sick.

Love You, Andika!

There are ways to reach Rome, but I don't see there's a map...

Well people said that there are ways to go to Rome, but still, we need a map to go there. I want to go to my dream university, which is verrrry cool. You gotta believe me. But, I may have some problem to go there.

First of all, I'm gonna start with : MONEY. I'm having major financial problem right here, bro. Since two young angel-like brothers come to this cruel cruel world, my father have to pay for more bills such as baby's kits, my younger sister school, etc.

 

Here is Teuku Ahmad Fathur, he's the youngest. And also his brother, Teuku Ahmad Fathan, which has go to his school (play group).

 And here is my family tree before these two evil brothers came....

 

Okay. enough talking about my family tree.

Second of all is my annoying school rules. I hate to wait for days or even weeks just to have a signature signed on my report cards,

Third of all is my also annoying school facility. I got to scan my documents, on a scanner, of course. But since my school is located in the middle of nowhere on this earth, I can hardly found it. If I'm lucky enough, I'm gonna get my boyfriend, to scan it for me. But if I'm not, I'm doomed. So let's pray for me.

Fourth of all, is my highly terrible marks on the report card, also because I don't get good marks, what causes this burns-your-finger kind of problem is, I always wake up late, go to sleep too early, and I don't study much because I have an allergy to books, specially when it's written as school book.

So that's my story and I need 4 maps to go to Rome. Hopefully, when I open this blog on September, I am in my dream university, so the world will be jealous of me. I will still keep asking for my grandparents prayer to Dear God Allah. And hoping for the process will be prone. Amin.

Well guys, I'm still a hypophrenian, but I got to get to Rome!!! C Y'ALL!