tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41188235287555625562024-03-04T22:25:17.780-08:00Untold StoriesJessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-87869944805734173152010-07-16T22:25:00.000-07:002010-07-16T22:27:57.410-07:00Sorry<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); ">i'm sorry for the things say, i'm sorry for the way i misbehave.<br /><br />you're sorry for the way you yell. you're sorry for the way you treat me but you never sorry for the things you say.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); ">you hurt me when you say those words..<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); ">after apologizing... our fight isn't put to an end.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); ">aku tetep sayang kamu, no matter what.</span></div>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-37178702156001554792010-07-16T21:58:00.000-07:002010-07-16T22:19:09.403-07:00heartless<b>kecewa.</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>sedih.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>pgn nangis.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>gak tau kenapa hidup gue belakangan ini kerasa.....hampa banget :( banyak hal yg gue takutin skrg.</div><div>gue kesel! kenapa gue gak bisa blak-blakan blg kalo "GUE GAK SUKA" ato "GUE GAK MAU" ke org2?!?!</div><div>gue mikir.... "gue salah ya? kyknya iya" gue pgn minta maaf tp dari hati gue sendiri blg "bukan lo doang yg salah". nahlo....mampus bgt. tp kalo menurut GUE kenyataannya emg gitu.</div><div><br /></div><div>gue kesel! kenapa gue, ke sendiri aja, gak bisa jujur!</div><div><br /></div><div>nulis diblog aja nih takut-takut, "nanti kalo dibaca gmn ya? trs kalo dia ngerasa trs marah gmn ya?". ANJINGGGGGGG secara gak lgsg gue yg goblok... "INI BLOG JUGA BLOG LO, GOBLOK! NGAPAIN TAKUT NULIS SEMUA YG ADA DI OTAK LO?!"</div><div><br /></div><div>ok pertama gue mau bilang....siapapun yg NGERASA gue tulis di blog ini maaf banget gue bukannya mau ngejelekin lo ato apa cuman gue gak bisa ngmg lgsg ke lo gmn tertekannya gue gak bisa ngmg jujur&terbuka ke lo. tp itu karna lo sendiri........gue takut lo marah kalo gue terlalu terbuka/jujur karena pasti lo bkln blg kalo gue salah mikir tentang lo ;(</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>LO.......penting buat gue. sangat penting. penting banget, bahkan terlalu penting. </b>gue sadar, kdg2 gue mengkesampingkan temen-temen gue&sahabat-sahabat gue buat lo, gue gak peduli seberapa bete mereka sm gue grgr gue lebih mentingin lo. iya emang lo gak pernah nyuruh gue kyk gini. iya emang gue yg mau kyk gini karna gue syg lo. bukan berarti gue gak syg mereka. tp LO buat GUE itu beda dari mereka. dan maaf.......belakangan ini gue ngerasa lo berubah. lo jadi datar sama gue. dan gue ngerasa.....................<b>i'm nothing for you :(</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">sometimes there's nothing left and when you look in the mirror... all you see is regret</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">gue gak nyesel karna sayang sama lo. gue gak pernah nyesel sama sekali. gue cuma nyesel, apa yg gue korbanin ke lo itu gak sebanding sama apa yg lo korbanin buat gue. itu menurut gue hahaha kalo gak bener ya gak boleh marah :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-32183648633643581542010-06-20T03:27:00.000-07:002010-06-20T04:50:44.435-07:00i'm drunk.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I HATE YOU, WORLD! when i take this life with joking and laughing even tought i got the hardest problem in life, people keep taking this life really really serious. when i take this life so serious and i don't wanna hear a giggles, people keep playing around and acting like an idiot. thats-so-unfair.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I don't know what to write. </span></span></span></div>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-43505839102846822092010-06-18T20:22:00.000-07:002010-06-18T20:27:22.789-07:00you're important to me<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">you're important to me because we share laughters. sometimes we share regular laughters, but at times we laugh over things that no one but us can find the humor in. that's my favorite kind of laughter and you are my favorite person to share it with</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">you're important to me because we share tears. sometimes they are regular tears, but at times they are private ones that only we can share and understand. those are the most important kind and i'm thankful that i have you to share them with.</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">you're important to me because we can share any secrets and know that whether or not we agree with it, its in safe keeping. i know that i can tell you things i could never tell anyone else.</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">you're important to me because we can share hopes and dreams. when we share them.....we know that we have someone who supports each other, believes in what we want, and who will hope as much as we do that our dreams can come true.</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">ya know that you are so important to me, there is no person in the world who could ever take your place in my life.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">there is no one i'd rather laugh or cry with or share my innermost thoughts with, and there is absolutely no one i'd rather have as my very special boyfriend.</span></b></span></div></span></b></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Love you, Jul!</span></b></span></span></div>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-62351459017303632932010-06-18T20:02:00.000-07:002010-06-18T20:08:56.732-07:00Tell me about my future<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Tell me about my future, because I don't want to wait. Tell what will happen.</b></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>I can't sit around thinking of my demise, and wondering who's my love.<br />Mom said "que cera cera what ever will be will be" but I can't help...I'm worry about what will become of me.</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>I will always be anxious if I will end up alone, if I will never find someone to share my home with.</b></span></span><br /></span></div>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-86232185842669503162010-06-18T19:44:00.000-07:002010-06-19T22:43:49.585-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJiDkZTEDxgVo8uR7ZegaVqcIpXkJRCamu-IqcPpLNgeKhERfgixnHFOPOuhqsisiRmbXxf0dGI_M4HO7wIsbVWSHJezrIu4nEOGI76L4cs9El8sGzcSIL5g4EK-ImXExU2lQQYFa_C7_c/s1600/think-about-it-dude.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJiDkZTEDxgVo8uR7ZegaVqcIpXkJRCamu-IqcPpLNgeKhERfgixnHFOPOuhqsisiRmbXxf0dGI_M4HO7wIsbVWSHJezrIu4nEOGI76L4cs9El8sGzcSIL5g4EK-ImXExU2lQQYFa_C7_c/s320/think-about-it-dude.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484310439785795618" /></a><b>this is my life. i'm not really sure why i got here. i often feels like "god, take me! take me! take meee!" or "i wanna die, mom! just gimme the knife!" ya know...my momma called it "depression" because i'm just a total jerk&asshole...i always try my best but i OFTEN don't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">succeeded</span></b></span> and i just gave up on life. i'm alive, yeah, but without soul. people keep saying "dont think about it" but i just can't. </b>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-19943435874500523042010-06-07T04:46:00.000-07:002010-06-07T04:54:51.125-07:00The Competition<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I never wanted to be better than my friends. I just wanted to prove wrong the people in my head.....the ones who told me I'd be better of dead, the ones who told me that I would never win. Much too dumb for school and much too lazy for a job. So I rode my scooter like lightning and I made cappuccinos that would make the angels sing. Took two showers a day and I dressed up like a princess. Shook my fist in my own face and said I'll show you who's the best. I thought if I succeeded I'd be happy and they'd go away, but first thing in the morning I'd still wake up and I'd hear them say "you're stupid, you should really be ashamed. no one will ever like you, you're not good at anything".</span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">And sometimes I'd rise to the challenge. But other times I'd feel so bad that I could not get out of bed, and on the days I stayed in bed... I think and think and think about how crappy I felt no realizing how many other people would relate.</span></span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Thanks for saying the things I didn't know how to say. And the people in my head still visit me sometimes, and they bring all of their friends but I don't mind.</span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I like it when I sing too loud and clear. I'm saying "yeah, I'm not alone".</span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I got good at feeling bad and that's why I'm still here.</span></span></b></span></div></span></span></b></span>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-43038375790896179372010-03-13T12:04:00.000-08:002010-03-13T12:19:33.444-08:00I'm back<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hey there. I've been so busy with homeworks&school stuff. I dont have a time to share some story on this blog. lagian juga hp gue udah disita, dulu kan gue lebih sering nulis blog pake handphone. DAAAAN kyknya terlalu banyak yg mau gue post aaaaa bingung harus mulai dari mana-_- oh iya the most important thing i want to tell is.......... skrg jam 3 pagi gila.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">gue online minjem notebooknya Stephan. ga penting sih emmm gue td abis baca postingan2 gue yg lama. gue kangeeeeeeeen bgt;( ok hidup gue udah ga kyk dulu. semenjak gue pindah dr Cilandak, dan skrg tinggal di Ciledug hidup gue mulai ancur-ancuran. lebay emg. pokonya gue kangen hidup gue yg dulu deh intinya, gitu aja biar ga repot. ah sialan adek gue bangun pasti ga lama dia bilang </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"woy pinjem dong woy gantian apa"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> emm bener kan. tau ga adek gue udah SMP skrg hahaha </span><u style="font-weight: bold;">suaranya udah cool, badannya udah 3kali lipet dr badan gue. </u><span style="font-weight: bold;"> pdhl gue inget bgt dulu dia kecil unyil cm sedagu gue. yaudah lah ya dia emg cepet bgt gedenya. he already got a girlfriend. ceweknya rada gasopan sm gue. bukan "rada" deng tapi "BANGET". anyway, i gotta go. mau ngebenerin nih blog dulu abis itu ngeposting lagi tntg hidup gue yg baru. bye ;-*<br /></span></div>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-51646668592734173512009-07-22T20:00:00.000-07:002010-06-18T19:29:45.016-07:00Dream Day Wedding; Married in Manhattan-----Engaged<b>12 years later................<br /><br />I can't believe I am writing this, but Arief and I are engaged. Engaged to be, yes, married. It feels like I've been laughing and crying and calling people for days. I am so happy it's just silly, is what it is. I want to get the details down on paper while it's still fresh in my mind! Along with a memento, of course......... dinner at Coney Island :p<br />The whole day was magical. Arief had been doing a lot of planning, and I still don't know he pulled it all off! Of course, even tough he knew all along he was going to pop the question, I was completely clueless, so I nearly derailed his plans. But true love won out. The question was popped (and answered) at........ Coney Island! We arrived at Coney Island and Arief had an itinerary-ride the roller coaster(hhhh), walk on the boardwalk, get hot dogs and lemonade.....but it started pouring rain! Pouring. I was wearing a sundress and sandals, and I started complaining right away. We took cover inside the arcade and I figured we'd hit the mini-basketball hoops. Unfortunately, everyone else had the same idea, so there was a line. Anoter thing for me to complain about (whoops). We played some games, then I wandered off for a while, and when I found Arief again he handed me....... A box of Cracker Jack. Arief knows I love Cracker Jack! I took the box and tore right in, going straight for the prize. But I couldn't find it! 'There's no prize in here', I muttered. 'WHAT?' Arief yelled. I couldn't figure out why he was so worried about it, but he started jamming his hand inside and spilling my delicious snack all over the ground. Suddenly he yelled, 'I FOUND IT!' and pulled the small wrapped prize out. 'It was stuck to the side', he explained, sweating. I took it - it was kind of heavy and lumpy. I ripped it open, and I saw a ring. But instead of a plastic ring with a plastic gem, it's a platinum ring with a diamond on top. Arief looked at me, and asked me to marry him. Best Cracker Jack ever :3</b>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-48338590415571907532009-03-27T16:37:00.000-07:002010-06-18T19:13:28.819-07:00till there was you<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">What can I do?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> I want you addicted to me..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> What in the world is a girl to do?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> When in this smokey place I only see you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Was far away when you caught my eye</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> You’ve brought me back and now you’re making me high</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> I was alone out there, with no one else around</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Now I’ve fallen for you, and there’s no coming down</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Till there was you, I know what you’re needing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> My thoughts are leading, me straight into your eyes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> What can I do? I’m looking right at you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> This feeling is all new, I want you addicted to me</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Fate can act in a curious way</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> When all that mattered means nothing today</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> All that concerns me, that drenches my thoughts</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Is the sensation that seeing you brought</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> I was alone out there, with no one else around</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Now I’ve fallen for you, and there's no coming down</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> And there’s no coming down..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Till there was you.. What can I do..?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Till there was you, I know what you’re needing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> My thoughts are leading, me straight into your eyes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> What can I do? I’m looking right at you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> This feeling is all new, I want you addicted to me</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> And there’s no coming down..</span>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118823528755562556.post-46573158368784562052009-03-13T09:16:00.000-07:002009-03-27T16:32:39.354-07:00Rekor Muri&Fighting Contest!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">7 Maret 2009,<br />gue dan teman-teman yang ikutan tanding udah berangkat pagi-pagi ke tempat pertandingan. ketika sampai disana gue makan dan minum susu (kata mama, minum susu bikin kuat) pas jam 9 pagi gitu acara dimulai, gue kira pertandingannya taunya pemecahan rekor muri gitu. yaudah akirnya gue dan team gue baris berpasang-pasangan menuju ruangan penyimpanan papan. papannya tuh yaa udah banyak serpihannya gitu, bau, udah gitu tebelnya naujubile dah. pas lagi baris nunggu giliran nendang papan gue iseng mainin papannya, nonjokin papannya gitu tapi tiba-tiba aja papannya patah haha kalo menurut gue sih yaa papannya udah agak lapuk gitu (atau gue yang terlalu kuat, gue gatau deh). terpaksa gue pun harus lari keruang penyimpanan papan dan berlari kembali ke barisan semula. tibalah saat gue megangin papan buat temen gue si Wadi, pas selesai nendang tuh yaa muka dia tuh kocaaaaaaak banget haha kayak mau nangis gitu deh dan dia bilang<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:180%;">SAKIT BANGET</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">tapi itu ngga menyurut kan semangat gue untuk mecahin papan. gue dengan semangat 45 gue pun mengambil ancang-ancang hehe 1,2,<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3 dan....... </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">PRAAAAAAK! </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">gue emang berhasil mecahin papan itu dan gue sukses nangis di depan Wadi.<br />Wadi dengan bijaksana berkata<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">... </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;">"gue tau je, rasanya tuh sakit banget".</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wadi oh Wadi, lo emang sangat pengertian yaaaaaaaaa!<br />hari ini</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> pun dihabiskan hanya untuk pemecahan rekor muri apalah itu.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8 Maret 2009,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;">SHOW TIMEEEEE!<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">gatau kenapa pertandingan kali ini gue ngerasa gayakin dan takuuuuuuut banget, padahal ini pertandingan gue yang keempat lohhh!<br />gue liat di bagan gue tuh partai 18 gitu berarti gue harus bersiap-siap, tapi lagi-lagi bagannya diubah gitu deh ck di bagan baru gue partai 46 phieeeeeeew sedikit lega tapi masih ada yang ganjel gitu rasanya, gue nunggu partai 46 dengan belajar nendang dan berbagai cara-cara sparing gitu sama kak Cuplis. pas udah partai 39 gitu gue panik dan langsung prepare segala sesuatunya dengan dibantu teman-teman gue yang baik hatinya. abis selesai make semuanya gue turun kebawah buat pemanasan gitu sama temen gue yang mau tanding juga yaitu Abizar.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;">"panggilan pertama, partai 46. disudut merah Jessica Mayangsari dari SMP 68 berhadapan dengan Putri syalalalala (lupa namanya) dari Sacti Tamsis di sudut biru"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />gue yang udah dapet panggilan langsung menuju ke lapangan dengan gagahnya haha lawan gue udah agak jiper mungkin karena pake sabuk merah dan dia sabuk ijo kali yaaaa gatau gue ehe dari bangku penonton kedengeran banget suara dangdut khasnya Maira yang neriakin nama gue. begitu mulai yaa lawan gue tuh agresif banget sumpah sampe gue hampir ketinggalan poin, pas udah ronde ketiga poin gue dan lawan sama yaitu 8-8. tapi untunglaaaaaaah 4 detik terakhir gue berhasil mencetak poin dan unggul dengan poin 9-8. gue pun menang hahaha gue masih harus melewati 3 partai lagi untuk dapet medali emas. dan partai gue selanjutnya yaitu partai 74.<br />pas gue tanding di partai 74 gue kalah dengan poin yang sangat jauh yaitu 12-7 huahua<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">sekarang gue bertekad untuk latihan yang rajin biar kejuaraan gue yang selanjutnya bisa dapet emas emas emas dan emas AMIN!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">GOOOOO JEJE!</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Jessica Syamielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07842794663618931689noreply@blogger.com0