try to make my parents proud of me trough a guitar

i can sing, so well. that's what ppl think about my voice. aku gak sombong lho ya. my parents support me, to have a concert, or just many performances, it could make them happy. 
and, after im out of Purwacaraka, i've nothing to do. aku belajar nyanyi dari awal masuk sd sampe skarang, tp aku belum menemukan apa apa. 
i bought a classic guitar yesterday. i just can't believe that obviously my dad can play it so damn well -___- me? uh. dont ask.
and i wanna make a new change, something new that i haven't tried even once yet. aku belajar gitar sendiri, paling mentok nanya babe kalo ternyata begitu tak genjreng malah gak muni -.-
and wish me luck. everyday's a challenge.

tired of these fckn things

yak. as you can see, im tired of these things. of what has happened, and i need holiday so damn much.
i tell you, being a 9th grade student is soooooooooo nelongso. nelongso is melas. melas is ngesakke. ok, (gak) lanjutkan.
i tweeted :
You can touch the sky or reach the stars, but you can't reach inside your heart. Though mountains and stars are higher than your heart. (dengan perubahan)
swear, i tweeted, and....... aku ngerasa sekarang kalimat itu mbalik ke aku.
first, thank God you gave my phone back. these things are soooo boring, without my phone, i'll die by standing.
second,  i understand that "Fake friends make you happy, but the real friends will make you cry, because of happiness."
and the effects are... im sure, totally sure, im afraid of seeing my report book next month. *semester ini, aku bener-bener ngerasa smartless, pekok sepekok pekoknya. ya Tuhanku*
need jokes. Sule's programs and Sketsa on TransTv make me so jayus. i mean, i cant laugh. seriously, it makes me bad-mood.
back to my real-life! wish me luck, i face this holyshit daily life.