THE NEXT [BEST AND BIG] THING

I love my friend. I love Himpunan Mahasiswa Teknik Industri. They're just good. They are nice. I love them. Even though, sometimes, I got heart-break. I am okay. When I feel, attacked from someone, I am okay. When I feel, useless for others, I am okay. When I feel, they don't need me anymore, they need other man. Other man, who's better than me. I am (still) okay. I'm trying really hard, not to feel, he just want to change my role here. I am okay. Or any others reason I don't fucking know. I am okay. I just face it to my mirror. Maybe, I have not work great yet. I have to try better. -@andikajati-

I am from Himpunan Mahasiswa Teknik Industri. I have two rivals. They just association, from my faculty. We don't fight.  We don't humiliate each other (yet), hehe. We're doing great these days. There is no conflict around (for a while). But, I don't like that much. I like to compete. I like to give people better. I won't be same. They are not same with me, with us. We're definitely better. We have fancy imagination, beyond them all. We're absolutely pretty good. -@andikajati-

I have friends. At least, I have some. Maybe not much. Some people, is really easy to know, some people, don't. I only respect a few people at college. But, the few people I mentioned above, is really hard to know. They're just so hard. They like to thinking much. They like to think in many sides. They have sense of it. I tried to understand. But, I can't. Even, I can not remember how many times we have been in miss-understanding, about things or stuff. Really awful. They are my motivation. I really avoid do stupid thing, cause I won't them know me bad. Sometimes, I want make them be proud of me. Some, I was tired to think about it. It feels like, they don't respect me. They don't appreciate me.   When I do right, nobody remembers. When I do wrong, everybody did, remembers it.  It is really awful. Till now, I don't know what stuff I should do. No idea at all. I just promised them a thing. At up

Hail! I am at college. I don't go at fancy school.  But, this is my home. My place, to go through the upcoming days. Before, I tell you based on the title. I want you to know this. I have a friend. He is a guy, some people just called him "weird person". I felt the same way before. He's such a wrong guy. He likes to go somewhere alone, he likes to talk by himself, he does not like join with others, he used to come into the class in sudden, when we were studying. Some said, he just accepted in top university, but, he refused. Others said, he just got accident and made him weird. I don't fucking now. It happened in months. But, I changed my mind, then. He is not.  He is definitely normal. He just has a unique thinking, beyond others.  I was, I used to humiliate my school with my other friend. I used to be ashamed. I'm not proud of my school. Before. Before, he asked me a question.  "Why are you doing that? Why do you h

I never read books much. At least, when I tried to read, those are non-fiction. I got my extra-ordinary experience this night. I went to library cafe at town, with my hoped in searching any books. Actually, I love non-fiction, probably biography or magazines. I don't like books that tell us about lie, love, and weird imagination. I didn't think much in the library. Too many fiction books there. I wished I could go outside, then. But, unfortunately, I was interested to read some kind of fiction books. They were Goosebumps. A ghost stories which made by R.L. Stine (actually my new favorite story maker). I never read any kind of that books. I thought, it would be hard for me to imagine how the stories tell. But, I got my best imagination at that time. I could imagine how the stories began and ended. When I was reading the book, and someone walked behind me, I'm scared. Still, scare. It happened, cause the stories were great. Honestly. It was good. I really amazed