Thursday, December 27, 2012

Go Ahead

Thursday, December 27, 2012
Hello Fellas!
I'm coming..
CHRISTMAS two days ago.. How did it went? Good? Uhm.. For mine, I think.. I dont have any good words for it and my holiday.. It all goes so badly.
You know, everything goes crazy, bored, anything goes bad. Can you even think for having a dozen of homework(s) for holiday??.. What did the teachers thought? We're human too.. We need a long long long HOLIDAY. a REAL HOLIDAY.. NO! WE REALLY NEED A VACATION! HAPPINESS! FREEDOM! See?

See what I have to do in this freaking crazy holiday:
1. Bahasa homework: to Make a Foreign Affixes Dictionary (It's crazy)
2. Bahasa homework (Group): to Make a Project Papers
3. Religion homework: to write Arabic and the meaning of them.
4. TOEFL homework: 8 pages! (So messed me up)
5. Chemistry homework (Group): to Make a Presentation Project about Gasoline, etc.
6. Chemistry homework (Group): Practicum
7. Physics homework (Group): to Make any Experimental things, about Heat, Dynamic Electrical, and Optic Equipment.  (SEE?)

Oh God! Please.. We deserve a HOLIDAY.. and those HOLY-Crap homework(s)! Stop thinking like we're robots who can do anything they ask easily and perfectly, and anything done, completely.
Please stop it, I'm so sick of all those words, too much PRESSURE they give (or they just do never realize?). They always want us to be perfect. Like:

"Look! They're much better than you all guys. You're acceleration students! Cant you just take a deep breath, look in the mirror and think about what you've done? YOU SHOULD BE DO SOMETHING MUCH BETTER THAN THEM! You have to get any courses. See, you scores is so bad. I'm not satisfied of all you've done. You're doing anything so bad. THINK!"
Oh! They treat us like a shit. Oh please. I dont mean to say that bad word. But I'm so sick and tired of anything.

So, I take a second in my room, watching the clock, and.. start to think.. I take my diary book, and write a poems.. Words by words in my mind, I start to write with a black ink-pen.. The things in my mind was about anything that can makes me GO AHEAD and ignore those bulls. You know, I hate PRESSURE. I hate being anyone else I dont want to. I hate acting like someone they want me to. Because I think I deserve anything much better with my choices. Not theirs.

by: Yovie Kusuma

Life is hard
Life is cruel
But dont be coward
Be firm in your dream as a prequel

Go burn the morning moisture
Take the first step for the adventure
To learn some new cultures
For your golden future

Go ahead.. 
and Release your fears
Hurricane, typhoon or other dreads
Passed it.. Even it needs a thousand years

Go ahead..
Let the other feel the rain
But you.. Be an egghead
Let you to just get wet but not vain

Go ahead..
and Tidy up your uniform
There will be a rainbow after the storm
or the sun will instead

Go ahead..
Dont wait for the perfect zone
Or you'll never get anything done
Trust it, it does not overload

Ignore your brain, cause it screams:
But, follow you heart, cause it whispers:

You know, sometimes.. the hardest thing to pass is.. you own parents. Sometimes, what they want is the thing that we never want to be in your future. You know, that all you ever do is just nothing but find a perfect corner with a little light, and crying. I know, it happens to me. I dont know. Because, they're the people I love the most, but I really dont want to lose their hopes by saying that I dont want to be what they want me to be. I have another choice, but they said no. It just soo complicated. 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I'm a Kind Of...

Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Here I am sitting whilst raining outside, and listening to Little Things by One Direction, that came out yesterdayI love this song pretty wellAnd just worked out to write any poems that comes over my head.
I don't even get so much inspiration this day.. Not much about my love story, my experience, or life story..

But the mirror instantly reminds me about how about to describe my own self for the poems.

And here I am and my little poems. 

I know I'm not a pro yet, and it doesnt even an important project, but this is what I love to do these dayswrite some poemsand probably, my blog will be full of my own poems. and wishing you all loved it. 

I'm a Kind Of..
By: Yovie Kusuma

I'm a kind of girls who..
Have the tendency to stay up
Listening to music that..
Remind them for their current situation
I'm a kind of girls who..
Hide the fears, hurt, and pain
Mostly the tears
Under the smiles, laughs, and giggles
On a daily basis
I'm a kind of girls who..
Wear their heart
On their..
I'm a kind of girls who..
Pray things will work out
Just once,
and be satisfied..
I'm a kind of girls who..
Scream and cry to their pillow
Everyone else fails to listen
I'm a kind of girls who..
Have told many secrets
Won't tell a soul
I'm a kind of girls who..
No one knew about these
Pretty much hurt heart..

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Wednesday, October 24, 2012
"Primary School is the easiest place to find a great friends to have fun, share jokes, and hang out with.
But in Secondary School, everyone changed. And, it's time to find the better ones, self-discovery, find some new friends, who's seriously matched with us and will never change (read: moreover just because of boys).
And now, it's High School.. We all probably knew who's the FAKE and the REAL ones.. The REAL ones would stay with you no matter happened, but the FAKE ones would go away for their crush. We all gonna take two or three friends who are really the real best friends to be your bridesmaids,"


a faker who realizes she has been faked.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

I Remember..

Saturday, October 6, 2012
So, half year past and I just went through the day by day with someone I've started to fall in love with. But, when it comes over my head, he just went away and now had a girlfriend, pretending like we never do something beautiful together..
But you know, I myself am probably not going to say some bad words on my twitter, my facebook, or send some message to him with all of the bad words. But, I'm stuck here watching my phone, I didn't get lot of messages again from him, like what he always did before. I know I'm stupid, I mean... He already has a girlfriend, so he basically has forgotten me. But with all of the sudden I'm thinking about to write some poems about him.. Well, I think it's better than keep it all around my head, I had more important business than thinking about him over and over again the day..

I Remember
By : Yovie Kusuma
I remember..
You've vowed
You've promised
You've made an oath
Then, you broke them all off
What an oaf!

I remember..
We begin with all the clumsiness
We start with all the awkwardness
Then go through with facetiousness
But now it ends so fast

I remember..
We shared everything
Bout the pain, broken heart, loves, dreams, Paris, everything
Both of us shared everything

But I realize..
Now its all just over
Now you went out with another flapper
And it go worse, you didn't pick better
God! But, please.. This isn't even an anger

And I realize..
I know I just took it all seriously
I shouldn't have trusted you overly
Cause now you left me
Being lonely..
I know it's not a great poems that I've ever made, and you've ever read. But it's just what I feel and I wanna say.. I thought he was different.. I thought he was... something better.. But he's alike, like every bad guy in the world.. He's alike!! (read: A-L-I-K-E!) Sweet mouth, bright eyes, cute laugh, and everything, but goes bad at the the end.

Well, I wanna tell you about him.. 

I don't know where it starts.. I don't know when it starts.. But my friend, she gave him to me.. But then yeah, he just came with something.. something that probably we could call it LOVE. When I've just forgotten what it was.. After over the broken heart, the long-term broken heart.. (you know it feel really bad! and I still feel til today. :( ) My friends and I said that he was a joke, a fool. 

But then, he started like.. Picking me up or anything.. Giving me the chance to be loved again.. He was everywhere I was.. He was whenever I was alone.. He was the reason I'm holding on, after the storms.. after  the terrifying hurricanes.. 

But.. when I was wishing for the "MOVE ON" things.. Believing the new stories.. Coming with a new loves.. and... HE GOES AWAY.. HE FLIES AWAY.. HE RUNS AWAY.. SO FAR FAR FAR AWAY!

He's just like a wind.. Come around to fill my life.. Then go away.. and pretending like we were.. *sigh* I know we were nothing.. Ugh.
I know we were busy.. I mean, yeah.. We're high school boy and girl.. I'm on my way, and he is. I'm on my business and he is.. But, can we please still have each other around? Can't we?

He just played me like a trial game, and when the times over.. He left me behind, and never remember that he.. ever had lots of FUN with me.. 
I really thought you were different, you were special.. not like the others.. but you're alike.. You're A DORK, like the others.. You broke me up, let me fall apart, left me alone.. like what my "HE" ever done. 

Well, you just somebody that I used to know.