Avenged Sevenfold Project

Tiara Bangsa's 9th graders HAVE to do another project. i got Avenged Sevenfold, not bad. we have to make the report (contains history, albums, pictures, etc), burned CD, infraboard, and the worst is a7x's logo (deathbat) on the canvas. take a look

the report (cover)

deathbat cacat to the maximum 

signed CD (m&g 2007) 

report, check. deathbat, check. presentation thingies, check. infraboard, not done yet -___- thanks for helping windi and her boyf HAHAHAHAHAH her friend gigih, andra, jessica, and all

another month down, forever to go!

happy 2 month anniversary to me and jessica! thanks for all the wishes guys. hahah some people say i should write about the story. from the beginning, ok then here it goes
i used to hate jessica so much, and so was she. we used to hate each other, she wrote dim-ass on my math test so i got an F. fuck you -__- but things changed when mr. conor punished us to clean the library. yes, just the two of us. this is our story begins :-)
we shared secrets, stories, everything. and the best part is:
d: truth or dare
j: i hate that game
d: just pick
j: truth
d: tell me how you feel right now
j: i cant describe
d: why?
j: i just cant tell you
d: you picked truth, all you do is telling me
j: i dont know. i feel happy
d: how could you feel happy when we got punished
j: because we do this together, with you
d: seriously
j: yeah
d: that's just the way i feel right now
awkward silence, stupid laughs, everything happened that day. it was on 2nd of March 2010. i love you jess

dont know what to write, dont know where this story get published.
this week is kinda exciting, but sadly there's no Ray. me and jessica had an awesome night yesterday, love ya half death girl :\
anyway less than 3 months im going to high school. some people say high school is the most unforgettable grades. i'll prove it, but 3 years in junior high school is just so hard to leave. i'm gonna miss mr. torr and miss ann, the best teachers in this planet.  im gonna miss 9th graders' hallway too. fuck all these memories, i really wanna go back. i'm not ready for high school. the classes, teachers, uniforms, subjects, scores, i'm just NOT READY

when Raymond's heart stops beating

it was on Monday, 12th April 2010, 19.00. when Raymond's heart stops beating.

the yellow one

Ray has a physical problems on his heart since he was 10. so he doesnt be able to run, jump, play soccer, basketball, and even roller-blading. but he's a really good friend, we can always count on you. 

changing to bahasa, tired of using my brain thinking about english

jam 5 Jessica telfon "dim we need you immediately. rumah sakit pondok indah, now". gue cuma jawab "kenapa emangnya" dan dia bilang "ray meninggal"

shitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfuckertitsfartturdandtwat shocked. our little friend who looks like a french fry just passed away. GAK MUNGKIN BANGET JING

akhirnya gue ke rumah sakit pondok indah. masuk masuk gak nanya di ruangan mana langsung lari ke daerah ICU. shocking part, RSPI hallway is FULL of Tiara Bangsa's 9th graders. gue masuk ke ruang ICU, ray belom diapa-apain. masih pake selang di dada, idung, lengan, sampe mulutnya juga ada. gue lemes ngeliat ray, gue langsung berlutut di samping tempat tidurnya. kasian juga denger amanda, inget banget gue dia teriak2 ray sambil megang kepalanya ray. sampe akhirnya pingsan digotong sama jessica keluar. rest in peace dude, miss you already (nulis paragraf ini berasa homo)

from tb's 9th greader: ray is a really great friend. he understands each other, he's fun to hang with, and he's a really good musician. goodbye ray, we miss you. lots of love from tiara bangsa

last few days

skipping classes

jessica and icha get caught skipping classes

and they went to principal's office (jessica is the one who's standing up behind mr. cole, no more questions)

detention

(alm.) Ray doing his math problem. 

first post

i cant do the introduction like this, i have no idea what to say. 

starts by name? ok then. my name is dimas raditya, actually is dimas ardika raditya. but its too long ya know. i'm 15, a 9th grader in Tiara Bangsa. 

speaking of TB, i hate school. on thursday i have to study french in the morning, damn mr. torr hates me so much. just because one day i chew a really big bubble gum on his class, and i spit it accidently to the floor. he kicked me out of the class, so you can say i failed on French class :|

but i dont really care anyway

and last info, i made this effin blog because i just dont know where to get my stories published.