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Aku pilek dari pagi sampai sekarang gak berhenti semenit pun... di skul saya sempet mimisan dan puzink...ulangan mat gak iso blas.. dimarahin abis2an ma bu wiwiek pas istirahat ke-2 gara2 udh 3 minggu gak dateng pelajaran agama islam, pulank skul...nobody's home n aku ga bawa kunci rumah (tadi pagi ayah janji mo nugguin aku pulank but then what??) akhirnya aku nyegat ADL dengan muka kusut berniat ke Hotel Menara ternayata aku salah jurusan, akhirnya ganti mikrolet...yangku abezzz.....sampe di menara ketemu bu erni yang baek hate ngasih saya nasi goreng dan es teh... lalu dijemput ayah, di-drop di sini..sok2an ngambil paket 3 jam padahal 1 jam aja udah cukup..akhirnya BT... By the way saya menemukan 2 foto keren ini di fs..ni anak namanya Re, keren2 fotonya... o iyah, dateng2 sekolah sperti biasa saya menulis ini dan itu....

Kala mentari lelap terpejam
Rintik hujan bangunkan pagiku yang muram

Kenapa harus ada kata
yang berubah jadi lara
kemudian menggores di jiwa

ini belum selesai, tapi aku nggak tahu bagaimana harus meneruskannya. Lalu shishimaru mendatangiku dan nanya apa aku udh mbuat PR Jepang dan oh yeaa....fuckin shit, saya lupa. Kemudian sensei dsteng membawa kotak undian tempat duduk. Karena sebuah mizunderztanding saya ga duduk sama dina gelok lagi...(saya kira dia mau ganti pasangan ternyata gagak...lalu saya sdh terlanjur bilang sama rigky gelok kalo saya duduk sama dia sajah)

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