Today I go to school in the morning. The school was very boring because in the school i only dazed... dazed n dazed... You know why? that's all because the school have not a study time. no lesson in my class, in my school... Really did not have the other activity moreover. The only one that made the spirit for me went to the school is
juna. He who made me feel at home in the school. But occasionally his friends often made me embarrassed. They always ridiculed me if I through in front of them. arghh... i cant think another difficult when i got some laugh from them. i'm happy but also embarrassed. i dunno what i feel. but... yeah, you know... i can forgot ruben, although just for temporary and that so make me more better than before.
hmmm...
tommorrow i have a holiday until 11 may. I will enjoy this holiday by have fun with juna. Maybe that will make my brain fresher. but i dunno, where we will go on holiday. Maybe to the beach, but I have been bored there.
So?? What's the best result for this holiday?
plaining to change my skin for this blog. but i'm still confused about that. i already look for the blogskins to find a good skin but that make me more confused. that's all because too many nice skin in that site. hwaaah... i opportunity saw the nice skin one in
this blogskins. so, i will change my skin if i already prepared to leave my currently skin. i love this skin very much... haha...
just wanna say that!
Labels: my story
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I did not understand with what was felt by me. Although he has hurt my feelings but I continued to love him. I could not really forget him. How to forget him? My feeling can never forget him all my life. Because with him was the most beautiful memory in my life. I trusted the love, but the love was too painful to be felt. Too many sufferings that were given by love to the person who trusted the love.People say the love was beautiful.
But after I felt that his name the love, I did not trust again the words "love was beautiful".
Because that was obtained by me uptil now only was offended because of the love. So, what could be done by me? Only continued to be waiting? Not was waiting that was the very boring work?
Labels: dear diary
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