Tomorrow my parent coming to Bandung(extremely excited!!)
Tomorrow going to die for Caluculus(extremely nervous!!)
Tomorrow going to be a happy day,of course after calculus..hehe
Thursday, March 12
Wednesday, March 11
Blah,blah,blah..
I don't understand Calculus,
I don't understand Chemistry,
I don't understand Physics,
I don't know what will be my Biology result tomorrow.
Guess that I need to start figure out.^^
I don't understand Chemistry,
I don't understand Physics,
I don't know what will be my Biology result tomorrow.
Guess that I need to start figure out.^^
Tuesday, March 10
Happy birthday gal
Hei Yati gal,HAPPY 22th BIRTHDAY to you^^
There is no cake but my wishes for you is there.
There is no nice restaurant but we can eat supper together.
There is no a whole lots of present but our laughter is always a present for you.
There is no pretty dresses but we always look cute in ou pyjamas;p
TAKE CARE AND BE HAPPY ALWAYS^^ MUACKSSSSS
There is no cake but my wishes for you is there.
There is no nice restaurant but we can eat supper together.
There is no a whole lots of present but our laughter is always a present for you.
There is no pretty dresses but we always look cute in ou pyjamas;p
TAKE CARE AND BE HAPPY ALWAYS^^ MUACKSSSSS
Sunday, March 8
A millions times to worry
A million times to worry,
A million things to do,
The things we must remember
Are a million or two.
I wish we didn't worry
All the million times we could,
Then maybe we'd remember
Those two million things we should.
But we are in the middle,
The school of in-betweens,
Our time to think is little
so that our brains are
wiped out clean.
But being in the middle
Has advantages; it's true,
We see forwards or backwards,
Whether tickled pink or blue.
The middle, average, median, mean,
Not one thing has a meaning
To us, the changing in-betweens,
We're all diverse and differing.
And even with the hustle,
The bustle, hocus pocus, too,
We might just have a good time
In this school each year anew.
A million things to do,
The things we must remember
Are a million or two.
I wish we didn't worry
All the million times we could,
Then maybe we'd remember
Those two million things we should.
But we are in the middle,
The school of in-betweens,
Our time to think is little
so that our brains are
wiped out clean.
But being in the middle
Has advantages; it's true,
We see forwards or backwards,
Whether tickled pink or blue.
The middle, average, median, mean,
Not one thing has a meaning
To us, the changing in-betweens,
We're all diverse and differing.
And even with the hustle,
The bustle, hocus pocus, too,
We might just have a good time
In this school each year anew.