The shape of angry. . .

I don’t know why my carracters are like this. I always angry to my family and as I say to you that I can not to stand my emotion. Such this time I god not eat rice in my house till now from yesterday.
I hate to my ummi and my brother. I think she only empty me in the outdoor only.

Not only to the my family, but also my friends. Sipol and hasan has ever got this from my carracters. But finally, I am be some a good friend or soulmate to them. Till righ now I think so. . .

Day… in the my cattage I am always like this. And them understaind of my self and always me who say first to them. But some time for hasan he ever say first to me. But, if sipol is never

Day. . I have think of my self that If I stay in this house till the holiday finished I am not sure that I will be ok and nice to stay in my room. So the one of way, is I be back to the jogjakarta. Must . .

And now I think that my parent went home because of me, and after I saty here I must go from these pliace?
No, I am ready to do it.

I know, that my parent still love me,form them heart. Just may be they disk like to my carracter : pout. Because ummi know a bauth me and my self.

Ok day, nice for this story if we talk a bouth my self. My be I will become a historian man in this world who are clever and phenomenon. Amen. . .



Pamekasan, 16 july 2009