SOFTBALL MATCH

Before I tell you about my Softball Match, I'll tell you that blog is really awesome.
You know, it's not a diary.
And I don't like writing a diary. 'Girls' do.
You know, someone who writes a Diary means a selfish.
I'm not intimidating you, I just want to tell the truth.

Because trust me, guys. Writing a Journal is SO MUCH better than writing a Diary.
Well, I used to write a Diary.
I had just done 2 pages and got bored of all of those Diary things.
Because sometimes, when you don't have anything to write, it's just like 'hmm.......'

One more idiot girl = accomplished.

When you write a Diary, it means...

"Dear, Diary.

I hate him so much! :'( He went away and haven't come back now....

Oh... I just want to tell you, baby. I loveee you so muchhhh. And I misssss youuuu!

And then.... (blablabla"

YIKE. yeah, that's terrible, I think.
And then if you write a journal, It will be like this.

"Hi, people. I shaved my chest.

Bad, huh? Oh! I had a test yesterday. And the bags were all being stolen by the teacher. I couldn't do anything. The teacher checked up our bags, and the teacher found a pack of cigs in my bag.

So I was kicked out from school and started to play my guitar. and then 2 years later I had become the most famous guitarist all over the world.... (blablabla)"

Now, try to write Journal. And try to get out of the Diary things.
I'm sure you'll be okay, and you'll be my 'real' friend. Not such a moron.

So guys, I had a match.

The match was going well. But I had a litte bit broken-leg. I know there isn't "a little bit broken-leg". But that was what I felt.
After I hit the ball, I ran as fast as I can.
I sprinted but there was something wrong with my right leg.
I was safe, but I just felt the damage. more than you're imagining right now.
So I couldn't continue the game as a catcher.

Since I was born, I always wanted to be a catcher. But now... I think I would never become a catcher again. It's like a trauma. HA! HYPER.
No, I don't have trauma or something crazy like that.
I want to be a catcher till now.

AND, I used to be a pitcher.
And everything went wrong when I was the pitcher, So Angie took my position up.
And She did it well.

MOTHER FUCKER

Hey, friends!

I'll tell you about my Mom. not mom. ok. I'll just call her 'Monster'.

So, I HATE my MONSTER now.
She is always angry to me. She is always rude. She is always be HER.
And last, She will never be my mom.

I hate songs about Mother.
Mother? that word seems doesn't exist in my life.

My mother is my hell.
My mother is my pain.
My mother is my sorrow.
My mother is my anger.
My mother is a stranger.
-Alma Kartson

I don't even believe she born me. I don't even believe I have a mother like her.
I don't even believe God gives me this fate.

It's like you'll pretend to be alone forever. or not to be born.
than you're having a mother like you're feeding a monster.
predator.
you won't believe me I hate her so much.
I hate her more than you deserve.

I won't believe that this is my fate. My fate to be with a monster. A mother fucker.
I'm not hers. I'm my God's.
Who demands you to have a daughter like me?
Who wants to be your daughter?

It's like you wish  you had a time machine. A time machine to stop the time. Just to be alone, for seconds, or minutes, better if days.
Just to think that I have to prove this life. This is the life My God had given me. The life My God had trusted me to have.
Yeah, maybe God trusted me. Trusted me that I could stand on this fate.

Sometimes I think that I might have a better mother. But I HAD to live this life. With all the energy I have. I'll show my God, that I can live this world.
That's why until now, I still give a fake smile to my mother, that's why I still give a fake love to my mother. Because I know. I'm not belong to her. I'm belong to my God.


Sincerely,
Alma

ASTA

SO!
You've seen the title. Asta.
His name is Astono Andoko. But he always be called Asta.

And now, I'm a fan of him. ha. I know you know that.

He plays Guitar. And maybe I'll call him 'brother' either. because you know, I have already 3 brothers which are Robert, Afgan, and Justin. Maybe this is the last one. He is 23 years old. just the same with Robert. I don't know. he -.-

Wanna see him? it's him.

And his favorite quote is "Wisdom begins in wonder."
Nice quote, right?
It'll be my next inspiration.

So, Please say hello to my new brother!

Have you followed my twitter? No, huh? too bad.
follow me now!

Well, Good Evening, world.

My 'lovely' scores of Mid Tests

Well. My midtests.
hmmm.

I was doing it well, I think.
It's all like 'This easy, huh?'
And now it's like 'What the fuck?'

I thought I was doing it all well.
until the teachers came up into the class and shout aloud our scores.

And this is how I say the score.

Biology: Kill the test maker!!!
Math: Kick the test maker.
Indonesian: Intimidate the test maker.
English: Shake hands with the test maker.

And that's all for today. Because another teachers haven't come yet.

And After those bad scores, I'm gonna play my psp study hard. from now on.
Wish Me Luck!

2 Great Days with 2 Best Friends

Just like a couple posts before this, I came to Tarphrodite event which is so... so.... unwritable.
The event went well until the rain went down to the ground.




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The fun story came up from the rain. We were really wet and I mean, wet. Look at our hair.


So, look at our shoes and sandals here.



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And in wet clothes and wet hair, we went to a Mall nearby to buy clothes.
Do you think we were gonna walk around the city in those terrible-wet clothes? No way.
And we got them.

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We were arrived at my home at 11:00pm or more. We ate Fried Rice and slept well.
In the morning, we shot pictures again. and now with a monkey. I know, I was the monkey. aha.




from left: Mifta, Gena, Me

Have fun, buddies.

Strange Thing from A Circle

So, there was a Math Lessons today.
it was all about circle.

and then I finished them all first. ha! I know, right. :D
I was getting bored, and then on the other paper, I drew this.

Have you ever seen this strange thing?
I thought I know this this...
I think they're things we wear everyday, everywhere, and everytime.

Don't think I'm horny or anything about that. because I'm not.

Circles can be anything so far.

Tarphrodite Event

Short story about this. This idea just came up from mind to promo this event.
There will be RAN! their songs are good. Maybe the others are good either but I haven't heard 'em. Let's just listen to them there, then.

Well, and I've told someone in SMA Tarakanita 1 to promo this on my blog. Actually, They have to say Thank You to me but it's okay. I'll just judge her to give me $5 for this haha just kidding.

anyone wants to come to this event? just text me or something because I wanna watch this either. My mom should let me come because I'll just have done the mid tests thing.

So, See you there soon. I hope. :D

My Dreaming Day (Family)

So, people.
How're you?
I know you miss me. lol. I miss you either.

To the point, I want to share all of my confession.

So, this is my whole truth.

Actually, I have 3 brothers, humans.

My First Brother:

His name is Robert. He is now 23 years old.
Yeah, He is much older than me.
He is messy!
He always be my friend at playing guitar and playing drama lol.
But now He plays roles as Edward Cullen. He was cool though.

Well, before he went to act, He is my best brother ever. He sometimes calls me when he was in free time.

Let's go to my second brother!

My Second Brother:

His name is Afgan. He is the son of my Mom's second husband.
He is now 20 years old. 3 years different with Rob. Because after my Mom divorced Rob's Dad, She married Afgan's Dad.
He is a singer in Indonesia.
He doesn't like international.
Although He is gonna study in Australia next year. so silly.
His voice is really soft.
I remember the moment when he shouted my name, I thought my bestfriend was coming to my home. lol.

So, Let's go to my last Brother.

My Third Brother:
Well, His name is Justin. All of my friends at school now follow me everywhere I go because I have Justin as my brother.
He is one year older than me. He is 15 years old. and I'm 14.
He is now a singer, too. He followed Afgan's steps.
But He went international, not like Afgan.
Once, He came to my school to pick me up to go to a family gathering. the day after that day, all the famous or unfamous girls came to me to greet me.
they just wanted my brother. I know that.


SO, GUYS.

I have no privacy at all. All of my brothers are famous people. Rob, Afgan, Justin, even one name I didn't write. ssshhh... there is one last brother. But he told me that I shoud never write his name or I'll get a kick from him. ew. so, later, okay. lol.

mmm..... Humans.

I have to tell you now the whole truth.
those are all not the truth! HAHAHAHAHAH

I'm a liar for this blog. I apologize hahahahahaha.
But sorry, I'm not gonna stop my daydreaming LOL.

Let's brighten your day!