Dear me, it's all about campus...

Hi!
How are you bloggers???
Fine, and that sounds well...
Me?
Aargh, I guess I'm having a sudden ache recently.

Seriously, talking about campus and its life and its surroundings is a sickened thing which can sicken me much!
I don't know, sometimes I feel so light and mild to figure a brand new life which surprisingly isn't high school anymore.
But, back at now, at time that getting closer and closer to the campus life, I immediately feel ached.
Ached by new guys, and a smashing strange place, in which I've never known, I've never been... or I've never belonged.
Urgently need a guide or somebody to boost me up.
I won't be timid, nor my odd old self.
I've promised myself and others that it'll be just fine, it'll smoothly goes through time, and the last, I'll be okay and won't be reluctant to get along with new guys.

Last night I was crying after waken up by the sound of alarm.
I'm 18 God!
I should have realized it, and worst, I couldn't!
I never!
I'm still too young to open my eyes toward new things I'm going to learn. I fear failure of being mature, never intend to meet it.
Then I turned on a music, Celine Dion - Goodbye's The Saddest Word.
Tears ran down my face like waterfall.
It's a very tragical realm to realize that I'm a new spirit and set up for a new place.
An irony instead of pleasure.
I found that my mom's already gone.
I won't and ever won't accept if she's up there, in heaven and no one could bring her down to stand by my side, to build me, to renew this self.

I mean, a campus.
People define it as one and only way to pop their idea of to be or not to be successful.
Some are hesitate of moving forward, some are the opposite.
Some are afraid of ticked by time and losing chances, just like me.
If it's only take a year or better, half a year, or best, a month to achieve one single degree.
I easily flown by my imagination further, to where I want myself to be in next 10 years.
Or even fun, if I were borne and raised as beyond ordinary kid whose IQ is prodigious. 200? Above is more extremely fun.
However, that's just lame and run out of reality.
I am me, and this is me, write a letter to myself.
Because I have no one to share with.

Dear me,
I believe that I'm strong.
I have faith not to cross the line and betray my beloved ones.
I always own strength each time I turn into weakened flower.
And there's always a secret I can find in my deary self which no one knows.
The secret, which is untold, unspoken, or unheard that lie in this heart.
It's all about your own way of figuring something you never expect.
Yeah, it'll open your eyes, refresh your spirit, and provide you an everlasting courage.
But to bring it up, you must awake from where you've fallen.
Tighten your heart and be bold.
This is a special note I write for me, "I am new but I fear nothing of walking the new line."
A campus is still a campus.
Nothing to do with it.
If you think it's an obstacle, then it would be.
Don't ever walk behind shadows.
Never think absurdly of what consequences you might earn of it.
Just be what you should be! What your lovely ones expect you to be!!
Though things can be dark, can be formidable, just have a mighty faith, then God will see and grant your wish.
Nothing is unnoticeable if you decide not to lid your eyes, therefore keep them open!
The door awaits as you dash toward future.
You are despicable if you hide and have no option of life!
Wield your smile and freshened spirit to lighten up your life, because it all start from you, none shall interrupt, and none shall begin, except you.

Dear me,
This one I regard warmly to you.
Please be as gentle as man, no need for hide or avoid hurt.
Be as tough as desert lily, whereas some try to deject you, please stand still. No matter how hot the heat is, or how people spit mockery on you.
But never forget who you are, you as woman.
So be both gentle man, desert lily, and delicate dahlia.

I hope that one will work. I won't ever try to underestimate those spells, tee-hee...
Oh! Next time, if I feel either broken or so much hopeless, probably I should try on a new idea.
Buy balloons and put a piece of paper in each of them.
The tiny pieced papers should be written like this:
"Dear God, I have wishes and You might have known all my wishes, so I ask you for once more... thankfully I'm lucky to find these things to send my wishes for You."

I Don't Really Feel World Cup

Hey there bloggers?!
How are you??
First, I want to congrats Spain for the first victory ever in World Cup 2010.
Yeah, I hate to say this: "Congrats, once more!"
You guys deserve the triumphant of deceitfulness, and successfully nail myself to deep disenchantment.
Why must Spain??
Other countries are eligible.
Spain?! Oh you mean a total joke!
They play suck! Tore the opponent mentally!
The colors of the final? I guess the referee man see black and white.
Blinded by skewness and worst, how could he acted cool by bringing many yellow cards?!
Rain of yellow cards, actually.
Oh, whatsoever.
Hatred surround me, but wait! There are even millions as same as me.
I cry, they cry, we cry.
We curse for tears that come out, we scream our emotion of loss.
I won't make any offense. The fact is, they're no good at all.
My own descriptions for Spain? Here:
1. Smartly deceitful
2. Master of malingering,
3. A team full of Don Juans and the jet-sets, play good gigs not only on the field. Oh come on, you know, Spanish are well known for their best treatment against women in form of seduction, which means, they're good 'players' after all. Spanish footballer frequently score A in enticing woman's heart. Oh... and
4. They're lousy wretch! Always!!

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My opinion for this 2010 World Cup:
1. Italy and France aren't listed in my favorite teams anymore. Since they played like toothless tiger, I prefer to dump them.

2. Brazil?! Oh come on fellas! This one usually stands on the top of people's choice, but you already knew the fact that they play coarsely huh? Felipe Melo, our mascot!! Let's welcome and greet him! The legendary dynamic duo? Ronaldo and Ronaldinho?? Anyone???

3. I never expect a new champion frankly, so I bet either Argentina or Germany would win.

4. The timing, planning, and ticketing are badly structured. All things I can say, BAD-BAD-BAD! even the ball, what's the name? Ah! Djae-bulan-o? No? Nah, Jabulani! Yup, a shabby stuff.

5. A stage of dramas, *yawning.

6. A place of trickiness, where we find deterioration in fairness, equity, and virtue.

7. Is am-ah-zeeng! I'm grateful that World Cup's allowed for men. Each year it brings you another toys, just fresh from the factory, tee-hee!

8. Please blame on the referees for this year's World Cup!! They're fags!

9. I wave mid finger for these guys:
a. Felipe Melo (You rock man! You rock!! I like it when you done rough to Robben! And I love your effort on adding 1 for Holland!)
b. Kaka (Aha! Idiotic-a, who says he's a rookie of hottie?)
c. Carlos Tevez (Great oomph there Oompa Loompa, but you better off shut your wide mouth, or else I'll spare my sharp knife for those teeth)
d. Angel Di Maria (Dev Patel? A star in the making, or we'd rather say CR7 to be?)
e. Gonzalo Higuain (A play-maker, but can we just say a womanizer instead? now that fits a lot to him)
f. Cristiano Ronaldo (No comment, this man is seriously dashing and going to be sooo huge this year, I have nothing to say or to brag about, LOL)
g. Wayne Rooney (Come on man!! How can you get so sluggish? And how can you turn into a bloated furry thing? Aaaarrgh! Shrek's an ogre no more, he's a clown, gee, now they fear nothing)
h. Sergio Ramos (Don Juan #1, Nelly Furtado is surely smart for unbind by your sinister serenades)
i. Iker Casillas (Don Juan #2, Oh! Watch out ladies, we detect a... oh nothing! Just a bee. But still, aware of its sting! It's noxious for unlucky and single one)
j. Fernando Torres (Don Juan #3, Wow! We just can't stop to wow-ing at you, such a nice going, young man! I guess it's the trend out there to have babies before marriage, eeer...)
k. Andres Iniesta (After brought Holland down, I curse you! This guy's accused guilty for many cases of knavery, and you ought to share Oompa Loompa look with Tevez)
l. Luis Suarez (Taa-raaah! Our man of the match, this weird-eared man reminds me much of dwarf from Lord of The Rings. I love your action of how to save your team, keep up the good job! Woo-hoo! Adore you!!)
m. Gerard Pique (Go shave your beards, eeew... then back to the field)
n. Georgios Samaras (This greek's so ancient! Craving hard for the ball might put you in trouble)
o. Robinho (Obama everyone?? Why'd you have to play gross? Perhaps Holland nerve you so much)

10. I think I'm full now. It's enough. I can feel relieved a bit by putting things of disappointment and dejection here. Thanks, I really am blissful to have you, my dear blog. And all I want to know for the upcoming World Cup is synchronized harmony, not this frigging one. And all I want to have is my favorite team to be the champion. I just impatient for 2014! Woot woot!

Oh! 4 years for the World Cup! That will be so long and, uuugh... harsh. World Cup shares a cup of annoyance. And here's a note for you Dedy Corb*zier!

"You don't have to act like you know everything!!! Quit bitching like girl and performing shoddy stuff! Your prediction's all wrong! Go get a better teacher to train you! Wtf with NC1253HZ6?! You ask people to crack that code of mystery, now bail yourself out from us of everything you've done! A fool like you barfing spells and magics to be just like Angel or Copperfield?! Never!"