Everyone deserve to be feels like special one. Even for one
day for the rest a year. Yeah, birthday day I mean. Suddenly im 23 and still a
silly me. Still wanted the gift from anyone else and be seen for everyone like
a child want a birthday cake and the greatings desperately so bad. But this
years come in different ways. Dunno why I want married soon with the mr.right,
the one who treat me well as a love lady of his and I do the same way too. Yeah, I missing being in love
compeletely. Lately im too busy hanging around with my lone and loneliness. Wish
im lucky enough to meet him nicely. Yeay, someday . .
Now Im a grown ups. Sometimes I missed the old good day so
bad, but honestly I don’t need they come back again into my new life. Life its a
loooooong journey to spend for another messed up story. Missing are the part of
moving on. I look to the mirror. Now im concern way too much on what my make up
look when some years ago I love myself whatever it look and don’t care what
people says. Im in age when everyone tried their best to make over themselves
for find the goodlooking man for their effort. Nah! I don’t think that ways,
sorry. I love sweep my lipstik to feels great how my lips so cute to be, I love
plays my eyeliner bit too much for gratefull how my eyes work nicely and it
need some itty bitty lil touch for make it more gooood. I love graph my eyebrow
like a sinchan one for get the simply sharp look but not too overwhelming one.
I love smooch the blush on for my chubby cheek, they look so yumm yumm
nyahahahaha yeah I used some make up for feeling gratefull im a grownups lady
wannabe. Atleast im try my best to handle and enjoy all of my insecurity.
This is a madly week I ever felt. Monday I having my lovely
bday. Mommy gift me a nicely purple outfit, kak tere buy my some tribal shirt,
dhek kupik buy me a lovely lipstik from wardah and my brother in law, mas dq
buy me a pizza, and papa visit me from my noon dreams and smile bright to me, what
a lovely day.
On Tuesday, my phone still suck. It broken on the wrong time
when I need it the most, but fortunately some pals from hometown ask me out to
batu for a sweet trip. So im go with rohmat and a couple, safril and bulu. That
night ends with roasted corn, much laugh and heavy happy feeling.
In the nekst day im
going on some place and repair my broken phone, with a bit money finally it
back from its coma. On the evening my girls come to my rented room, bring a
rainbow cake and a lovely smile, so I bring them to burger buto and having an
wonderfull evening. In the night, what a demons bring me in, I tekst to him,unfortunately,
the one who got away. He’s still alive and ask an advice how to get to know
girls better, im glad he’s happy over there with some lil girl so we tekst till
the late night with absurds word each others.
On Thursday mama kepo’s yudicium held, im glad but a bit
envy too but mostly im happy for her I do J
rain falls so hard on that evening, we had lunch at GSS and share the laugh and
lil bit a gossip too. He missed call twice on that day. Dunno why. At night I
get the answer why. Yeah Im do a silly
thing backward. On other week before I bought some EAR cd and sent it. Demons
you win at me on that fucking losing mind day. So he call for about 6:08
minutes and after that he disappear. Like he used to be. Never tekst me once or
keep in touch on fb. Maybe he so fucking terrified on me. Hahahahaha. I think
it’s a best ways too murder me for that such damned feelings. So what? Im glad
I can say it loud and have no regret no more. What a messed pay-off.
On Friday a waste day, rewatch my favorite movie : my rainy
days (I love the kiss scene at the library) and crazy stupid love ( I like the
part when she kiss at his cheek and sleep together in peace) on 6pm vivi bbm me
to invite join them going to J.co, suddenly, my heart tear half apart, one side
ask me to not go cause my money left a bit worrying and the other side says to
go on cause they rarely asked me out, so im go on, whatever it takes, no matter
what nyahahahaha I used my lovely black wedges some skinny blue jeans and brown
shirt and my skull scraf. Luckly me I had a gooooood time together, unlucky me
that was my last money that i spend on some ekspensive cappuchino coffe and
still have to make a living till nekst Wednesday nyahahahaha when im arrived I
got a phone calls from mas aga, my gigs mate, we was goes on endank soekamti
twice. On that day, im glad to be the first listener on his new track cover for
radiohead – creep. On the wrong way I dunno why I felt like he sing for me, specialy,
only for me. But every girls love what they heard, instead me got that struck
obviously. We had a tough chit chat but feels so damn good. At that late night
I can’t fall asleep till the sun rises at 5am. Me with terrible natureclock.
When I wake up I made some iced coffe, eat my jco left and write this shit. I
have a appoinment at night with him and meetup with my lovely lady but
partner-in-crime, mama rahmaa, wish a sweet date for a free dinner. Hahahahaha
im still don’t change if hit the free giveaway stuffs. What a hectic week but
loveable one :*
I still cant sing well. But dreams set you free, right? I
wonder, where do my old passionate girl like I used to be go, anyway? Still
madly in love with endank soekamti track “masi merdeka” (I oddly love the
“cincin emas belum melingkar” part), sarasvati “perjalanan” (wannit so bad sing
it and fill my empty soundcloud anyway) and endah n rhesa sweet track, all of
from the escape album.
Still in love with yuka soap (I used the beras jepang, green
tea and sirih at the same time) and happily being the reseller “dicoba sabunnya
kakaaaaak” things.
In the others hands, my hopes flying high. .
Still imagine my man must be a lovely mature person who
treat me nicely like a princess and take care of me like his are my only prince
who try to keep me away from all of the bad guy over there #halah, must be have
a nice tune of voice (a great singer must be a plus point) and open minded one
who set me free but still grab my hand close at him, a cat lover is a must,
speak english fluently who knows when im doing typo mistakes and share the
vocabulary, love to eats anything that I make for him with love, never
surrender to hold the fucking oddly me as well, a great muslim that capable
being my imaam, a good listener and a honest storyteller but not afraid to tell
me when I’m going wrong, a freedom man with a beautifull minds, a hard worker
(because a successful men knows from his wifey rate of happiness indeed), can
play a guitar like my papa always do for me, the one who not afraid shows his
love for me, even near his friends, but not a relationshop-euwh-one, the
adventurer person who enjoy challenges together, the one who have fun give the
minni itty bitty attention from compliment, sweet words and any lovely things such
help me wash the dishes or not to shame for swept the floor when im too sick to
handle it and look it as a ussually things to do everyday not as a heavy-grumpy-heart.
We share all of the things, laughs, cries, pains, stupidity, weirdo, and the
naughty stuff department together. A man who fight like an old couple, take
care each other like brother and sister and doing a silly thing like
bestfriend. Yeah, We know each other too well so jealously is necessary
needn’t. when I miss you too much I can do wait you patiently (even im not to
good on waiting person one). The one who simply love me completely and im in
love with him, for now and the rest of my live, that’s would be greatest love
story about us, dear beloved, my future mr right, from your mrs. Always right
nyahahahahaha~
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