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Friday, December 16, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
hi again!
HEY! udah lama banget gue ga ngepost di blog ini, sekitar 5 bulanan. kemaren tuh gue dapet tugas bahasa indonesia disuruh bikin blog, tp ga personal, kyk per group gitu. eh taunya keinget posting di blog ini.
ohiya, gue udah bukan anak smp lagi, I'M ON HIGH SCHOOL now. feel blessed. harusnya sikap gue juga berubah dong ya. i'm not that zahwa yang manja lagi, yang sensitive. i promise i'll be a better girl kok:$$ anyway, gue di post ini cuman mau greeting sama ngasitau kalo gue bakal aktif nge blog lagi. posting anything. jadi i'm back. enjoy my posts.
XOXO,
Zahwa Samodra Putri
Saturday, May 21, 2011
hm.
hi.
i'm not feeling so well tonight.
i don't know why.
all i wanna do is just keep blogging or posting something. i don't care if it was important or not. well this is my blog so i'm free with it.
i just made something, a new blog &stuff, which is tumblr.
yea. i'm new with it &i have no idea what to do with that stuff. silly me.
so what should i do now?
i felt so lonely. where's my boy? he's fucking gone. he don't care about me anyway so why should i care for him?
hm. it's all gonna start with why oh why.
why do i have to love him so much even he doesn't even love me?
why do i have to care about him even he doesn't even care?
why do i have to listen to all his sorries even he never listen to mine?
why do i have to miss him even he never miss me?
or
why do i have to say 'i love you' but actually i'm not.
why do i have to say 'i care' but actually i'm never
why do i have to say 'i am sorry' but actually i don't want to.
why do i have to say 'i miss you' but actually i don't.
honesly, i'm confused. with his feeling off course. i don't know if he really love me or faking loving me. well who knows?
but this is seriously killing me.
just tell me, or leave me. now. before it's too late.
i'm begging.
please.
i'm not feeling so well tonight.
i don't know why.
all i wanna do is just keep blogging or posting something. i don't care if it was important or not. well this is my blog so i'm free with it.
i just made something, a new blog &stuff, which is tumblr.
yea. i'm new with it &i have no idea what to do with that stuff. silly me.
so what should i do now?
i felt so lonely. where's my boy? he's fucking gone. he don't care about me anyway so why should i care for him?
hm. it's all gonna start with why oh why.
why do i have to love him so much even he doesn't even love me?
why do i have to care about him even he doesn't even care?
why do i have to listen to all his sorries even he never listen to mine?
why do i have to miss him even he never miss me?
or
why do i have to say 'i love you' but actually i'm not.
why do i have to say 'i care' but actually i'm never
why do i have to say 'i am sorry' but actually i don't want to.
why do i have to say 'i miss you' but actually i don't.
honesly, i'm confused. with his feeling off course. i don't know if he really love me or faking loving me. well who knows?
but this is seriously killing me.
just tell me, or leave me. now. before it's too late.
i'm begging.
please.
Friday, May 6, 2011
the talk;)
Boy: I need someone to talk to.
Girl: I’m always here for you.
Boy: I know.
Girl: What’s wrong?
Boy: I like her so much.
Girl: Talk to her.
Boy: I don’t know. She won’t ever like me.
Girl: Don’t say that…you’re amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won’t like me.
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell her…
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
Boy: I tell her daily.
Girl: What do you mean?
Boy: I’m always with her…I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem…but he’ll never like me.
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh, some boy.
Boy: Oh, she won’t like me either.
Girl: She does.
Boy: How do you know?
Girl: Because who wouldn’t like you?
Boy: You.
Girl: You’re wrong. I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.
Girl: I’m always here for you.
Boy: I know.
Girl: What’s wrong?
Boy: I like her so much.
Girl: Talk to her.
Boy: I don’t know. She won’t ever like me.
Girl: Don’t say that…you’re amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won’t like me.
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell her…
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
Boy: I tell her daily.
Girl: What do you mean?
Boy: I’m always with her…I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem…but he’ll never like me.
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh, some boy.
Boy: Oh, she won’t like me either.
Girl: She does.
Boy: How do you know?
Girl: Because who wouldn’t like you?
Boy: You.
Girl: You’re wrong. I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.
pssst
Girl; Do i ever cross ur mind?
Boy; no
Girl; do you like me?
Boy; no
Girl; do you cry if i left?
Boy; no
Girl; do you live for me?
Boy; no
Girl; would you live for me?
Boy; no
Girl; would you do anything for me?
Boy; no
Girl; choose me or your life?
Boy; my life
the girl run away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and say
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why i don't like you is because i love you.
The reason why i don't want you is because i need you.
The reason why i wouldn't life for you is because i would die for you.
The reason why i'm not willing to do anything for you is because i would do everything for you.
The reason i choose my life is because you ARE my life..
XO,
Zahwa Samodra Putri
Boy; no
Girl; do you like me?
Boy; no
Girl; do you cry if i left?
Boy; no
Girl; do you live for me?
Boy; no
Girl; would you live for me?
Boy; no
Girl; would you do anything for me?
Boy; no
Girl; choose me or your life?
Boy; my life
the girl run away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and say
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why i don't like you is because i love you.
The reason why i don't want you is because i need you.
The reason why i wouldn't life for you is because i would die for you.
The reason why i'm not willing to do anything for you is because i would do everything for you.
The reason i choose my life is because you ARE my life..
XO,
Zahwa Samodra Putri
I LOVE MY MOM ♥
When you were inside your mom’s tummy,
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.
When you were 1 year old,
your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.
When you were 2 years old,
your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.
When you were 3 years old,
your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.
When you were 4 years old,
your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.
When you were 5 years old,
your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.
When you were 6 years old,
your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.
When you were 7 years old,
your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.
When you were 8 years old,
your mom handed you an ice cream,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old,
she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old,
she drove you all day,
from soccer to football to one birthday party after another,
you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old,
she took you and your friends to the movies,
you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old,
she warned you not to watch certain TV shows,
you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13 years old,
she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14,
she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15,
she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16,
she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17,
she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18,
she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19,
she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus carried your bags. You
thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25,
she helped to pay for your
wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply
she loved you. You thanked her by moving
halfway across the country.
When you were 50,
she fell ill and
needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about
the burden parents become to their
children.
And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on
YOUR HEART..
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.
When you were 1 year old,
your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.
When you were 2 years old,
your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.
When you were 3 years old,
your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.
When you were 4 years old,
your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.
When you were 5 years old,
your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.
When you were 6 years old,
your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.
When you were 7 years old,
your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.
When you were 8 years old,
your mom handed you an ice cream,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old,
she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old,
she drove you all day,
from soccer to football to one birthday party after another,
you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old,
she took you and your friends to the movies,
you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old,
she warned you not to watch certain TV shows,
you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13 years old,
she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14,
she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15,
she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16,
she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17,
she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18,
she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19,
she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus carried your bags. You
thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25,
she helped to pay for your
wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply
she loved you. You thanked her by moving
halfway across the country.
When you were 50,
she fell ill and
needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about
the burden parents become to their
children.
And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on
YOUR HEART..
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