such a f**king f**k-up

my f**king foolishness has cost me my best friend.

Ina remains oblivious, whereas Dina won't even look at me, let alone talk to me now.

when I talk to her, all I got was just a mere nod or a shake of her head.

had I kept my mouth shut, this won't happen.

if I was alone, I felt lonelier now.

it's final and official.

Syn had lost his Zacky.
Gerard had lost his Frank.
Séb had lost his Pierre.
Jon had lost his Ryan.
Billy had lost his Maddens.
Patrick had lost his Pete.
Billie Joe had lost his Tré.
Jacoby had lost his Quinn.

with their loss, all that was left was just a mere vessel, empty without its soul.

just kill me now, so I won't have to cry and drown in the sadness all over again.

after the material of my stupidity was revealed, we could never look at each other with the same look on both of our faces.

when everything changes, I'll tell you.

I'll keep the updates posted.

but I doubt anything will change.

or maybe it's just me, who knows.

tunggu tgl maen slanjutnyah..

MOMOGI

I am a creature of jealousy.
Who isn't a creature of jealousy?
If there are some, I would love to meet one.

Arin baru sadar, kalo Arin nggak benci sama Che de Rasta.

bukan benci, tapi iri.

Arin iri sama kalian yang temenan sama semua orang, sedangkan Arin rasanya susah banget mau ngomong sama kalian doang.


Arin nggak benci sama Dina n Ina.

bukan benci, tapi iri.

Arin iri bukan sama kalian, tapi sama hubungan kalian.

Arin udah kenal Dina lebih lama, tapi Dina keliatannya lebih seneng sama Ina.

Arin iri sama Ina n Dina, yang gampang banget suka n disukain orang laen.

(sukanya diliat dari sudut pandang umum, bukan romansa. tolong, ya.)

nggak, Arin nggak benci sama Ina.

Arin sayang sama Ina, Arin juga sayang sama Dina.

kalo nggak ada kalian, Arin nggak bisa ngapa-ngapain.

makasih udah mau temenan sama Arin.


mungkin udah takdirnya Arin jadi makhluk ANTIsosial.
mungkin udah takdirnya Arin sendirian.
mungkin udah takdirnya Arin nggak pinter ngomong.
mungkin udah takdirnya Arin pesimis.
mungkin udah takdirnya Arin nggak gampang suka sama orang laen.
mungkin udah takdirnya Arin nggak gampang disukain sama orang laen.



maap, lagi dalam mood MOMOGI.

eMO-eMO GIla.

tunggu tanggal maen slanjutnyah...

I need some moral support...

wew.

setelah ampir seminggu susah nafas.

ternyata gw divonis kena bronkhitis kronis.

dasar bodoh.

Kata Babam: "Yang sabar, OK, jangan dijadiin beban,"
Kata Dimsas: "Makanya, pake double, triple ato tremble jaket biar nggak kedinginan..."
Kata Pras: "Wah, ternyata penyakit kita sama!"
Kata Dimsum: "ASTAGHFIRULLAH... wah, teu lucu! serius!! tong patah semangat, oke bro!"

thanks, dudes.

tapi...

Kata Dina: "jahh, watir,"

...

yeah.

poor me.

i think she prefers to hang out with Ina than me now.

not much of a difference...

ternyata tetep aj ad yg g enak d klas yg skrg.

gw g sk sm muka mrk wkt ngliat gw.

seakan2 gw anak sombong/anak nyebelin.

ngga kbalik?

those f**king b***hes are pissing me the f**k off

yg 1 ceplas-ceplos, yg 1 sarkastik n sok cantik

mauny ap si?

y'know what?

those b***hes could kiss my f**king a**

be grateful that I still have the heart to help you two f**king b***hes

I have seven big words for you..

GO F**K YOURSELVES AND GO TO HELL

This Ain't a Scene, it's an Arms Race

Singer: Fall Out Boy
Written by: Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz
Album: Infinity on High

I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in, yeah

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But I digress

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate,
Oh-so-intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate,
Oh-so-intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars,
No, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This bandwagon's full
Please, catch another

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate,
Oh-so-intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate,
Oh-so-intricate

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate,
Oh-so-intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate,
Oh-so-intricate

Small

Singer: Queen + Paul Rodgers
Written by: Roger Taylor
Album: The Cosmos Rocks

I like to sit here in the sunshine
The trees in the fields are green sublime
Suspended in time
And don't it make you feel small

I like to sit here by the fire's light
The trees in the fields lie bare to the night
The stars burn bright
And don't it make you feel small

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone
Everyone needs a place they can hide
Everyone needs to find peace sublime

I like to sit here in the autumn time
The trees in the fields they rustle in the wind
The church bells gently chime
Gentle on your mind
Suspended in time
And don't it make you feel small

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Everyone needs to find peace sublime
Oh-oh, peace of mind

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone
Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone
Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone
Everyone needs a place they can hide
Everyone needs to find peace sublime

Ohh, ohhh, peace of mind

Some Things That Glitter

Singer: Queen + Paul Rodgers
Written by: Brian May
Album: The Cosmos Rocks

Once I loved a butterfly
Don't wonder how, don't ask me why
But I believed what I'd been told
All things that glitter can't be gold
Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, yeah
All things that glitter can't be gold

Those jealous minds conspired to say
Just let that creature fly away
How can it be she has it all
Her pride is headed for a fall
Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, yeah
All things that glitter can't be gold

Oh Lord, what races we run
Seeking our place in the sun
Reaching and hoping we'll find the right one

Now every day a new joy brings
My butterfly grew golden wings
It seems we find as we grow old
Some things that glitter may be gold
Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, some things that glitter may be gold

So let us mind what's there to see
Before our hearts become too cold
In spite of all that we've been told
Some things that glitter may be gold

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, yeah
Some things that glitter may be gold
Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, ooh-ooh-oooh, yeah
Some things that glitter may be gold

Perfect

Singer: Simple Plan
Album: No Pads, No Helmets, Just Balls...

Hey, dad, look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I'm wasting my time
Doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that I'm all right
and you can't change me

'Cos we've lost it all
Nothing last forever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and we can't go back
I'm sorry I can't be perfect

I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright

'Cos we've lost it all
Nothing last forever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and we can't go back
I'm sorry I can't be perfect

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you
But you don't understand

'Cos we've lost it all
Nothing last forever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and we can't go back
I'm sorry I can't be perfect

'Cos we've lost it all
Nothing last forever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and we can't go back
I'm sorry I can't be perfect

My Alien

Singer: Simple Plan
Album: No Pads, No Helmets, Just Balls...

I'm sick of being alone, when are you coming home?
Just a glimpse of your face
I can remember smelling your hair, I'll meet you anywhere
Somewhere that no one can retrace
Somewhere where nobody will know our faces

She has two arms to hold me
And four legs to wrap around me
She's not your typical girlfriend
She's my alien
She's my alien

She knows when something is wrong, when something doesn't belong
She can read in my mind
And she can be assured that with me, there is no conspiracy
She's not wasting her time
She can take me to the place that she calls home
And a spaceship that will someday be my own
Please take me to your leader
Tell her I will surrender
(I will surrender)

She has two arms to hold me
And four legs to wrap around me
She's not your typical girlfriend
She's my alien

My alien
My alien
My alien
My alien
My alien
My alien

She has two arms to hold me
And four legs to wrap around me
She's not your typical girlfriend
She's my alien

I bought the astronaut's kit
Now all I need's a rocket
My love intergalactic friend
My alien

Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

Singer: Good Charlotte
Album: Good Morning Revival

Let the record play
Let the record play
Let the record play

The way that you dance, the way that you move
The way that you stare at me across the room
You carry Dior bags, and you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL
Now I've got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain
I got a Model 26, but she stays in her place
I got a Kershaw, neatly tucked inside of my waist

And the record keeps playing the same old song
The hipsters been mugging on me all night long
They said, "Ahha, ahha,
Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl,"
They said, "Ahha, ahha,"
But the record keeps playing the same old song
They said, "Ahha, ahha,"
Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl,"

Now she's sweating my friends, and my hurricane shoes
She likes the records I spin, my Adam Barton tattoo
But she can't say, "what's up?" so what does she do?
She just stays posted up the other side of the room
I got AMC tattooed on my hand
I got a black wall street on a black bandanna

And the record keeps playing the same old song
The hipsters been mugging on me all night long
They said, "Ahha, ahha,
Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl,"
They said, "Ahha, ahha,"
But the record keeps playing the same old song
They said, "Ahha, ahha,"
Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl,"

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it
He, he, he wants to fight about
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it
I just wanna be about it
I'm just trying to stay up out it
Step out the wagon, you know the boy starts to hate
The girl that came with him
That's like, "That's not the boy she dates,"
They get the fighting and swearing
And now the boyfriend is staring the disco ball on the ceiling
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing
But the music keeps blaring
I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain

And the record keeps playing the same old song
The hipsters been mugging on me all night long
They said, "Ahha, ahha,
Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl,"
And the record keeps playing the same old song
The hipsters been mugging on me all night long
They said, "Ahha, ahha,
Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl,"

You carry Dior bags, and you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL
Now I've got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain