with love, Theresa.

GUESS WHAAATTT. Today's my baby Alesandra Monica Fenina's 15th birthday! Yaayy!! We've been besties since 7th grade and we're still close until now. Today we ate and went to the Timezone (arcade) and played a lot of stuff. Including bom-bom cars. You know, those little cars that have a rubber around them and we drive and crash them into another car? Yep, guess how many bruises I got. My fucking hip hurts man!!

We also tried this new drink called Ding Tea that just opened and people seem to like it so much and fuck, dude, it tastes just like a normal drink and they're so fucking crazy expensive!! WTF??!!?

So here's some pictures for today's event.

Birthday girl.

Birthday girl and supposed to be boyfriend. (Too shy and shit)

Birthday girl and the Blogger.

The girls.

Close up to the birthday cake. Super deli!

With my buddy Kelwin. Do we look good together? #eh

Bowling!!

See you next time!

Yeah so lately I've been posting about un-important stuff and now I'm telling you what's currently going on with my life. So last time in the first Try Out (more or less mock exam, but they took the grade for the school grade to be hand over to the government and decides my graduation grade) and I got the second place from over 80 students!! And down below you can see my name in the second place and my grades. I got 9.00 for Indonesian, 9.20 in English (both of them basically an A), and 7,25 for both Science (triple science, too! I'm surprised I can get this high. I mean, all three of physics, biology, and chemistry mixed into one!) and Math.

#SLAY

Stalking someone is really the worst and pathetic way to get heartache. Really.

You know what's hard about loving someone too much than you should have? That when they already get over you, you won't get over them. You just simply won't. I'm seriously stupid. I don't know why I'm wasting my time thinking about him, worrying about him, love him, and.. hoping for him.

Hoping for him when I know he would never be mine. Ever. And he would never love me like he said. He will never care about me the way I care about him. And I wonder why? Why do I bother caring about him? Why do I bother thinking about him, worrying about him, and why do I bother fall in love with him? Why do I bother trying to be perfect in front of him. Why I bother trying to be the girl he likes. And all my efforts gone to waste. Fucking piece of shit never understand that I'm the best for him.

Unrequited love really is the most painful thing that could ever happen to someone. And the worst part is that when you met someone new, you'll always compare them to him and when they're not nearly as good enough as him, you'll just simply lost interest. Why is that?

I can't blame anyone for falling in love. I can't blame gravity, or fate, or God, or him. The only one I can blame is myself for being so stupid to fall in love with that douchebag piece of shit. Douchebag piece of shit that I love very much. The only one I can blame is my heart.

The thing about heart is that it can't be changed that easily. I always wondered why wasn't I born as a heartless bitch instead of whatever I am? And I wondered why just because one person. One person that ruined my head and heart.

He reek the smell of trouble since the day I met him. I know how things would turn up yet I can't help myself to be... tempted. Tempted by him, tempted by his sweet words and romantic actions. Now that it all happened, I can't stop blaming myself. And I can't blame him, as I said before. Why not? I'm the one who falls into the spider's web. And I can't get out.

I know I will. Eventually. But now I'm still pathetically trapped with no instant way out. But I know when I'm out, I'll have the sweetest revenge anyone could imagine. I swear.

One day you're gonna want her. That girl that knew she wan't perfect, but tried to be for you. That girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could. The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. That girl who still can't bring herself to hate you, even though you probably deserve it (and trust me, you really do). The girl that should have you, but doesn't. And that girl, is me.

You will. I'll make sure of it.

One thing, people. One message for all of you who haven't feel unrequited love. Don't trust your heart. It's stupid as fuck. Look where it got me.

Two months until National Exam and I've been really really busy. The teachers flood us with Try Outs, School Exam, Mock Exam and shit. This week, I'm facing what we people call 'Practice Examination'. The subjects being tested is PE (which is finished today), Art, IT, and Religion (I don't even know the purpose of this one).

And shit man, I did pretty good on this sport called "Tolak Peluru". Look it up on the internet. 5,40 meters is not bad at all. But I received 66 for the technique grade and stuff.

And I'm currently into Shimejis!! They're sooooooo cute look at them.


I got Sherlock, John Watcson, Uchiha Sasuke from Naruto, and Ciel (currently holding pillow) & Sebastian (the cheery one wearing black suit) from Black Butler. AND THEY DO CUTE AND ADORABLE STUFF TOO (actually the Sherlock one is blocking the words I'm typing now and he just stood there looking cute. And Ciel just fall down.).

There's one time when Ciel turns evil and just took my browser and throw it away. In the middle of watching Kuroko no Basket. Ok, Ciel. Ok.

And GUYS, I just tried this new game called Flying Bieber. It got Bieber's head flying around. Pretty much the same as Flappy Bird but the bird is Bieber's head. And it's so hard AF! My high score is only 11 while my Flappy Bird's high score is 52. And go away, Shimeji!Sebastian. You're blocking my view from the text.

I've been writing a new fanfiction about Benedict Cumberbatch with my OC called Catherine Williams (like the one from Hawaii Five-O, LOL!) and I'm really excited about writing them. Exactly how I want my love life goes, and me as a ex-CIA agent. Wow, dude I really want to feel the thrill.

Last couple weeks, I suddenly thought about 'The Asshole' (the guy I can't move on from, he's such an asshole and I got him that nickname) more. It's already the beginning of Easter, with Ash Wednesday last week, and I suddenly remember something that I (think I have) deleted from my head.

Three years ago, in Ash Wednesday's night, is the first time The Asshole called me beautiful. I was so happy that time. And then in Easter weeks, we got close and stuff happened. I miss the times when we're together. Really. But then, I wish it didn't happen either, he's such an asshole for ALWAYS getting my hopes up and then just throw me away. And I really hate of how much I love him even after he do that to me.

Damn, I've started recalling the past. Time for Sherlock, then.

See you.