Fifteen

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY

TO MEEEEE!!!

What a 'very' late post. Well, here I am wanting to review my birthday, 18th of February 2013 was amazingly amazing guys! It was my best birthday ever (maybe) and.. Oh yes, let's go to the story.

In the night of my birthday, I was wondering what might happen tomorrow. And also, I did a comparison between my fourteen and thirteen, there weren't much differences between them and I guessed fifteen should be not far from them. I reviewed how beautiful my fourteen was, everything happened in fourteen. I fell in love, broke up, I felt alone, happy because I was graduated with good marks, felt confused of choosing whether I should move on or not, (HAHAHA?) and fell in love, again.

When there were too much things I thought that night, I went to sleep bit early than usual because that day I felt so tired. I slept at about 11 p.m, but then at about 12+ a.m I was woken by mom but I didn't wake, hehe so I continued sleeping and I woke up after I heard a voice of someone I know so well was singing me Happy Birthday and carrying a birthday cake..... and behind him, there were also his friends (and my friends too) singing Happy Birthday. How surprising it was. I blew out the candles and he asked me to make some wishes, so I did and, yeah what usually people do after blowing the candles out? Making the cake into pieces and eat the cake. The first pieces I gave to parents, for sure. And the next piece I gave to 'that special person' and followed with all his friends (my friends too).

We ate together, and that time I felt so nervous because...yea, everything was out of my mind. I'd never thought that it would be so surprising like that. They weren't long in my house because it was Monday, they had to go to school in the morning. So, after eating and before leaving, he gave me a lovely gift that I wear it almost everyday to school. Thank you, thank you very much.

12:30 p.m, I went to school. Many people and friends said happy birthday and some of them slapped and punched me in the face.. And when I got to class, my  very best friend ignored me like.. Oh then what was my fault? And my homeroom teacher, Ms. Panca acted like I've had made a big mistake. I wanted to cry, but fool me, I didn't even realize that it was only a trap! Before ending the lesson, Ms. Panca said sorry to me and said that it was only a birthday trap. And all of my classmates sang me Happy Birthday together. What a luck having them. Thank you so much.

That night, my family gathered in my grandma's house and they prepared some foods and a birthday cake for me, (of course, the foods were for us) and YEAAAAA I CAN'T DESCRIBE. Really, thank you so much, if there's a word that defines how gratitude I was, I would have said it many times, cause I think just 'thank you' wasn't enough.

Big thanks to Allah, to my family, to everyone who said happy birthday to me, to those who had organized surprise for me, your surprise really worked. To all of my friends who changed my brownish face into reddish. And special thanks to Muhammad Rubi Muzakki who made my first day of fifteen went so special.. My heart belongs to you. I love you all.

I am, fifteen years old girl.

Help Me

Good evening everyone. I'm looking for some relaxing musics for sleeping, just so you know I can't always sleep easily in the night. I have a really bad sleep pattern. I usually stay up till daybreak. You know nothing's good for staying up till midnight or even dawn like that, especially for a student like me. :(

Habit like this has begun since I was a kid, when I was a kid, dad gave me a MEGAPHONE, so when I couldn't sleep till midnight, I screamed through that megaphone with the max volume so by that my dad would come to my room and helped me to sleep. If dad wasn't in home, I had my own ways to sleep : First, I tried to imagine the lines in my head with full-white background. The lines curled, curved, moved and shaped into a triangle or hills. Second, I imagined the lights of sun non-stop shining. OR I imagined full whited background without anything on it. And they all were worked sometimes. I could fell asleep just by thinking that shits. So unforgettably strange. 

Now I have some Mozart's songs in my handphone, but even Mozart's songs can't make me sleep :( I searched on youtube : 'Relaxing Musics For Sleeping' and most of the videos I found can't be converted to mp3. But I found a comment that may can help :

'if it doesnt work than lie down on the bed like a star.put your hands on your tummey.then breath in with your nose and breath out with your mouth 15 times then put your hands byhind yor head and close your eyes and you will fall asleep and i am only 9 years old and my teacher done it with my class and it works.please try it .tell me if it works!!!! hope you like it.:):)' - Angela Bordeianu

I hope it can help me. I don't wanna be like this longer.. If you have any relaxing or meditation songs and give it to me, it will help me, A LOT. :)  

Tiring Sunday

Sunday morning rain was falling. I woke up at 07:03 a.m and parents already left home to Jakarta. I woke my sister up but he didn't let her eyes open. When I tried to sleep again, two people outside knocked my door and shouting like my house was burning, I got up and walked to the door to see who were out there, and as I've guessed before from their voices, they were Dian and her father, so I decided not to continue sleeping.

My sister, Puput woke and got up from her nightmare. She told me her weird dreams, but (as usual) I didn't notice her. We had a late breakfast at about 9 a.m, and after that I continued my exploration in web.

On twitter, I read some people's tweet, scheduled their activities they were going to hold. How about me? I wouldn't let my weekend wasted but I hate going outside and do nothing out there, too. I thought my weekend would be so much better if I spend it with what usually Dora does everyday. And I finally ended up this weekend with doing my math task, a little exercises for the test on Tuesday, and memorizing French's conversations that needed struggle to know how to pronounce them. 

When I've done with those things, I refreshed my self from this tiring day. Without parents, the only one who washed the dishes, prepared Puput and Dian meals, tidied my bed and cleaned up this home from the mess they made is ME. MY SELF. ALONE. I almost fell asleep when I was listening to a man who plays Bohemian Rhapsody with guitar perfectly. And how Chopin's strains piano was relaxed me.

Even though I didn't go anywhere, this kind of Sunday was tiring me as hell. And how they ate a half of my lunch was the time that confusing me whether I have to let them eat my lunch, or soon, they'll ask me to buy some foods that faraway from here when the hunger strikes them. 

Well, Sunday like this was oftenly happened to me and not a new thing for me. I always review my happy, tiring, sad or boring day, just to know what I've learned from that day. Cause I know as long as time still ticking, we do something or do nothing, there's always a thing we're not aware how precious it is. And what I got from today is, The only one who saves you is your own self.