oh no I’m just hiperbolic hahaha

but yeah, surprises are like rain pouring down on my life nowaweeks.

First CLAY is GAY! yeah, Clay “American Idol” Aiken. I read it in yahoo! music news. This didn’t seem like a big surprise for some people but I really had no idea and I was shocked, yeah. The next day newspaper also wrote a column about his confession. OMG… I think there are still many pretty girls out there would be dying for him. Why should he — oh Gosh. Love CAN drive someone out of track but still drunk and enjoying it.

Second ONE OF MY GAL just BROKE UP with her boyfriend. I thought they were gonna last even FOREVER. But no they broke up, really. I was DAMMM shocked when she told me that by text. I immediately called all my gal BFFs I could. I was freaking afraid she got hurt MUCH, as MUCH as she LOVED him. but THANK GOD finally he gave her a second chance. So the next day when we were hangin out together she was actually enjoying it. That makes me, and I bet the rest of the BFFs, relieved.

Except that they did have their own problems.

Yes, the FOUR of them had their own problems. And I was overwhelmed that I was the only who didn’t have ones, I had to calm them down.

But I actually had some serious problems, well, for me.

But maybe my problems are not worth it to necessarily get me a shoulder to cry on. At least that’s what BFFs think

Okay: what-bloody-ever about those problems.
Third I actually am back to that world I’d left. And I do have a good time! I got my friends back, well not some but that’s enough And guess what? I get what I used to have. And I won’t tell what are they for Nelly Furtado. The exact thing is that yes, I do enjoy it. Just this will only last in this holiday

Fourth this BLOG is more POPULAR than I thought before. First, Marcy read it and show it to her BFF Stevy (heyy Stevy if u read this! and no heyys for marcy ). Then Aga commented on my english, although I think he’s just emphasizing ^^. Next, Ziad my debate coach read this too. And well he read my post about him. But I actually guess that he got a lil misunderstanding. Okay, whatever, haha. This blog is for public

and some other ppl did tell me that they ead this blog.

Fifth Someone congratulated me happy bday on sept 28 – midnight. And I just couldn’t help ROTFLMAO about that . Okay I didn’t congratulated him on his bday at midnight, and his reminder was wrong. But still . But, ehm, I appreciate it, really

Sixth I FORGOT what else to WRITE. LOL. Okay my mom is shouting aloud downstairs calling me up. I guess this is it for now.

Wait for the next surprises of the sweetly sugar free tales bowl

*to live is the most beautiful surprise God has given*

You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know

And you over think
Always speak
Crypticly

I should know
That you’re no good for me

Cause you’re hot then you’re cold
You’re yes then you’re no
You’re in then you’re out
You’re up then you’re down
You’re wrong when it’s right
It’s black and it’s white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You don’t really want to stay, no
But you don’t really want to go
You’re hot then you’re cold
You’re yes then you’re no
You’re in and you’re out
You’re up and you’re down

We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now’s a dead battery
Used to laugh bout nothing
Now your plain boring

I should know that
You’re not gonna change

Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can’t get off this ride

You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes

Dedicated for someone who, of course, feel that it’s for him.

Okay okay… you’d got one and you’ll get another now hehe

Calm down mas, it’s not like I’m worshiping you or something ^^ I’m just saying the truth (well, that was what some of us and I think about you) and that it’s vewi vewwi great things about you, shouldn’t you thank us sumhow?

Hahaha, joking! ^^

But that was true though. You were our chef adju. Not that we don’t want you to be our coach (heck! we thank God for having YOU here!) we just never expected that. So if we say you’re adorable, then we mean it

Hey, what’s that red shade in your cheeks? No need to blush that way ^^

Why was I shocked when you told me that you’ve read ‘it’ was how’d you get to wander around my blog?? (?). Oh no! Is my blog popular now? yay yay!

So, Mr. Stunner, if you wanna request Look Who’s Coming part 3, just tell me

*p.s:like ur shoutout*

Maisarah or Sarah (I usually call her Sara) is the bestest gf of mine. Born on August 16th 1992 in Aceh, the most eastern (and northern) part of Indonesia. In her 4th grade, she mobed into my city Surabaya in Java. I met her for the first time when we were in the mid school (12 junior high Surabaya). She wasn’t initially my friend. We even had a, well, bad 1st impressions of each other. She thought I was a vain, arrogant, snob girl (I don’t really think that she’s 100% wrong though ) and I thought she was a… coward? (Ugh.. you need to learn English more if you don’t know what I’m calling as bad first impression). Later on we’re friends. But just friends, you know, I knew her she knew me we talked if we have something to talk and stuff. The first time we got into each other (:S) is when both of us watched Never Been Kissed one night in a TV channel. We loved it, and couldn’t stop talking about it on the next sum days. My best friend and hers were having some ‘important’ private girl talks (I wonder why they call it girl talk when the talk about boys :S and we r gals too why didn’t they share to us. She shooed me and I swapped seats with Sara’s best friend. But then I thank God for that Sara and I talked about many things—i repeat, MANY things—and found that we’ve got a lot of things in common. Since that moment on, she has been my best friend. Even until now. We’ve done a lot of things together (also SILLY and EMBARRASSING ones), we participated in an English competition together, we were the teachers’ sidekicks together, we laugh, we crazed, we got driven together. In high school we were separated. I reached my dreams to go to SMAN 5 Sby Int’l class and she reached hers to go to SMAN 16 Sby. And you’ve got no idea how I dislike it to live the high school life without her.

But it’s not so painful after I’m now by this girl,

Karine Annisa Prakasita or Karine (I call her Kaiing ). The only person I’ve ever met in one grade with me that is younger than me. She is a heir of bucksy parents and she’s good at mathematics. She was initially a best friend of my friend. The first time we had a BFF talk was when my best friend told us her secret to me, which she already told Kaing. Then we talked and long time then on, we just love each other. There’s not that much stories between us to tell. Our BFFship is based on feelings and egos (I’m not lesbo, I have a guy crush). We are childish and sometimes we got into each other sentimental side.

One story is one day, at class, I was exploring her phone gallery. I found a drawing, seemed different, not like another pics she taken by camera nor pics she downloaded. I asked her what was that. She then told me that it’s her bestfriend in english course hand drawing. Her name is Indra. Indra was her closest friend and she loves her. But she got to leave the city and move to another state. Now they still kept in touch by sms. But it’s not a pleasure I guess.

Then I also told her that I have a bestfriend in English course.

Marcella Stephanie is another girl who are a lot like me and loves to debate in English with me (hihi, so ME ). We met in kelt, and I was aware of her, because she seemed quite competent to take away my title as the highest achieving student there (booo!). She loves many things I love. And she was Joker’s crush hahaha. Actually, there are three girls in my kelt class this term. But the other girl decided to give up kelt. So those are te two of us struggling against the boys (hehe ). She just moved into a new house, and that brought a decision for her to move to another kelt . I was dammm sad. I mean: what can I be without Marcy in class? The boys never care about the girls (well, except Joker and Two Face ). Now that she left, I bet I’m gonna miss her a VEWWI LOTSY LOTS

And I told Kaing this:

“Then I’m gonna have just you, then”

And she agreed. Even though some moment later, we found these WAFFLE gals as also our bestest gals.

So what tied the three of them, and also the other three WAFFLETEAM together?

Nothing, except I love them

*love my sarah kaing marcy ste phe nji*

And I finished Meg Cabot’s “How to Be Popular: a Novel“

and it was crazily great!

I wish I have my own hawkface !

I recommend that book and that series

*be happy*

As for myself, it wasn’t early, but a lot early B-) hahaha

And as usual, Marcy got home early too, not having to wait someone to pick her up because one of her fam had been there. So that I was fasting, I would get to the canteen and have a bowl of meatball, yumm. But that day my mum was a lot late, while I ate a lot faster than usual. So better than just sitting around and listened to some grannies gossiping beside my seat, I’d rather walk into the lobby. And I did. Just, I found Joker was sitting there too. In the lobby’s sofa, I meant.

Because he didn’t mean that much to me (not as much as he means to Marcy, hahahaha), I didn’t give too much attention and just bumped into the sofa. Seeing me, he asked:

“Hey Sitha, not picked up yet?”

Then the last thing I can remember to write is that we talked, a lot, after that. And maybe he’s the only boy in kelt who actually talks to me even if he doesn’t have to (the others don’t really). And, umm, I was overwhelmed that I wrote too many things in my writing session. And he cheered me up and ensured me that I would pass, hehe. I appreciate that, you know. I didn’t know any of kelt guys can actually give some spirit to any of the girls (well, that Marcy left this term there will be only one girl, and it’s me). And I (more or less) enjoyed our talk

Then my mum came, and I got home bye bye Joker, see you! and he got away too (?).

And see you too, readers!

*cheer up*

That day was fantastic. Sahur with my mum never felt better. And when I opened my inbox, I found some congratulation texts frm my frfiends. The 1st sender was Chinta (!) 2nd was mas Ziad (hoho) and the 3rd 4th n 5th was Randi and some other texts. Morning came and my mum’s hug greeted me. Then my grandma cried happily in the other side of the phone. I never felt happier, moreover lately that I had so many problems ahead, stuffed my mind up successfully. I went to facebook and found popo was so so so… kind! everything seemed so perfect. I went to school, got some of my friends congratulated me. But sadly, my besties seemed cold and I really had no idea. They forgot my birthday, eh? That day two exams were planned, Indonesian and Mandarine. But to my greatest happiness they were all postponed. I guess those were my school’s bday present for me *thanks smala*.

Suddenly Ste (one of my besties) came and hit my table.

“Ze, you come with us outside, NOW,”

I was shocked because I thought there wouldn’t be any surprise (it’s kinda tradition in my class) because we were all fasting. My other bestie was behind me, and they stuck black tape onto my lips that I couldn’t speak. They grabbed me and dragged me to the front of the bath room. I was kidnapped, and they threw 3 bags of flour to me. They were the cruelest people I’ve ever known! While also the kindests

That day Iwas so perfect. There seemed nobody had forgotten my bday (except myself in the beginning of the day). Got everyone I love as the best people I’ve ever known and got a life of an enormous excitement (that’s too much to tell) is a joy, I can tell.

Then here he came, the dream boy I’ve never dreamed of. He came to my house as what he told me (and the rest of my family who are actually the ones who fall in love with this guy), bringin a big bag with a present inside. It was a Jack Skellington cushion. I was so, so excited. Until I found those sms when I looked through his inbox.

That he was currently having a crush on some girl or something.

I don’t love him (visit my ‘Don’t Be Back post, it was for him). I was ok that he had spelled some charm to my mum and granma, that he’s stil after me even I’ve dumped him, whatever. Time and time he told bulls; that he’d been sick of me and wouldn’t come back (ok, it’s been a pleasure not to have him back but it still hurts when someone told you he/she’s sick of you). I stayed. I gave him chances. But it’s enough. I don’t get what he really expects, well, at all. He said he loved me and things and those sacrifices he had done for me just disappeared. Every single thing kept me staying to give him chances vanishes. I’m tired.

And as what we humans can guess, my mum didn’t like my behavior to him which was exactly as bad as what he did: being still after someone while he could just love someone else, but didn’t stop chasing her while she’s been tired of him but still giving him chances because she thought he couldn’t just love anyone else, sigh. She was in a bad temper and got angry at me. Sigh. I was off mood to tell anything to her about him. But to tell you what, it was surely his fault not mine. I mean, what’s so hard just to say that he likes someone else? He knows I won’t get hurt cz I don’t love him. Why does he love to ruin my bday (he did last year)? Why would he even come? Shoo. I would’ve better studied math and watched Gossip Girl.

And all euphoria that that day was the best dsay ever, with best parents, best ambiance, best everything, all gone. Where? back to my utopia maybe.

That was not his first time crossing every single thing he said to me. But well, I promise, that was the last. I’ll make it.

But my life is even more wonderful without him, so I enjoyed

*love*

Holiday is coming: I am exactly wishing more time to pop in wordpress:D

also, there are some post-request from some people, and especially by Marcy, who had just beaten up my FCE score (it might sound extremely sarcastic but she was excited that it was her 1st time to beat up my score hahaha)

so:

Are you there yet?

*mwahugs*

So maybe the bowl should wait for another sweetly sugar free stories

tata ♥