main topic is I AM BAKING.

I AM BAKING!

*say it two times sounds cooler

okay. im not baking right now exactly. im not a superhuman who can typing while baking. kinda weird. i just keep mesmerizing it. i baked on 11 february. yup. right after i wrote my last tumblr. im not did it by my self. ica, mela helped me. oyeah gita came in last minute.

(1) why we bake?

the day after (12 february) is atika’s birthday. atika is one of the very best friend we have. we want to make something nice to celebrate it. the problem is… tika lives in bandung. so after a really short chat, we decided to bake. a cute love cake.

(2) what we bake?

we named it “tika’s chocolate and m&m love shape cake”. bad name, i know. but screw the name. the taste matters.

(3) how we bake it?

you dont wanna know about it. trust me. its so insane

(4) how we give it to tika?

hey, im not saying we’re going to GIVE it. we’re going to SHOW it. 

during the baking, we took a lot of pictures. right from the beginning until finishing part. those pictures will be edited and sent to tika after midnight.

(5) so who eat it?

WE DO ! 

(6) tika’s reaction?

i cant count how many ‘thankyou’ she texted on that day. 

this is….. happiness :)

its been a long time since the last time i wrote on my tumblr. im kinda confuse how to start it. hmmm okay i guess im going to tell you bout my visit to my highschool 2day.

waking up in such a morning is not that easy. even mommy had to **** (sensored) to wake me up. yeah you know. 2 weeks doing nothing but sleep, eat, and hangout will make you lazier than you could imagine :(

farisha (one of my dearest) and i already planned this visit a very long time ago, but because of some circumstances we had to delay it. and thank god on the last day of her vacation in Batam, we finally made it.

picking the suitable outfit for visiting is the most difficult thing to do when you realize that some of your clothes is faaaaaar away from you. oh yeah, your shoes too. so how come you be a miss matching if you wear navy blue loose, jeans, pink flat shoes, brown leather postbag, and texting with red android in your hand? can we skip this part? 

i met bunch teachers. half of them said “how could you be this fat?” im like…… “i’ll kill my self soon!”

nevermind. at least i know that im not an ugly fat :D

fyi, my juniors have become really cooooool. i still remember how cute they are on the 1st time they entered my school. having chitchat and taking pictures with them made me miss my senior year so much :(

six months. everything changes. but not my heart.

i love you, SMANSA :*

HELLYEAAAAAH THIS IS ALCHEMIST DISCO TIME.

going wild going mad !! ZUPERRRRFUUUUUUUUN ! started with super cool chitchat, continued by many hugs, karaoke, photo session of course, and laughs. laughs part really help. considering the situation i have.

high school never end is so true.

i keep telling my self ‘im tough, this is nothing’. i know its a huge lie. i know my defense is falling, my tears are crawling, my heart is sinking.

im not made by stone. im a human being.

i warn my self not to love a guy anymore. i tell my heart to back off and trust my brain to control everything. i use my logic in deciding all kind of loveproblems. never us a feeling. for me, love is about hurting and get hurt. am i a heartless? you can say so. 

but…

since i know him, i start to trust my feeling. i let it grow. i let him fill in each part of my vital organs. i love him. yes i do with all of my heart.

im not a romantic person. i cant say the words. so many things i want to say to him, but in the end, ‘Hai’ is enough. i just love to see him in a distance. what a coward. i know.

now…

i miss him. i want him knows that. i want the world knows that too.

(via yanananda)

dont you get it?

i hope you understand :(

i can be tough

i can be strong

but with you its not like that at all

and i remember all those crazy things you said

you left them running thru my head

you always there, you are everywhere

but right now i wish you were here

…..

(Source: legrandcirque, via suburbanwhiteamerican)