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night post

hiya stranger!
jadi malam ini judulnya.. I miss graffiti so much! gue lagi kangen-kangennya sama temen-temen sekelas gue di sma. alhasil gue ngepoin facebook mereka, liat-liat notes yang pernah dibikin waktu sma, liat-liat foto "sekeluarga", ngomenin foto yang komennya udah sampai 4300, dan ngubah foto kovernya jadi foto graffiti <3 ngetawain komen-komen geblek zaman dulu, dan terharu. gue pernah sekelas sama mereka ya? teman-teman yang menurut gue sangat ah-mazing :D gue.. kangen. dan gue muterin lagu officially missing you khusus buat mereka. I love you guys.. I wish we could meet up soon, full team.


by the way, tomorrow is tuesday and I'll have MPS quiz. gue bahkan belom belajar. minggu ini bakalan jadi minggu terhectic sepanjang Mei karna tugas yang menurut gue itu combo sepuluh jutah (lebai ghin). belom lagi fakta bahwa 3 minggu lagi udah uas dan sebelum itu ada makalah-makalah dan review yang harus dikumpulin. belum lagi ntar ada seminar research design mps tanggal 9 dan bikin gue ga bisa ikut GTA ke pulau pari. belum lagi fisik gue yang akhirnya mulai drop setelah gue memutuskan untuk pulang ujan-ujanan sampai basah kuyup dari perpusat sabtu kemaren.. belom lagi nasib gue sebagai single yang bikin gue semakin galau (Eh, melenceng).


aishh, yasu.
peace off!

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