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Dear blog,,
aduh bener-bener blog ini dah ga bisa diwarnai lagi ya font-nya?? yaaa..ta'lanjutno ya..
Jadi aku sekarang udah semester 5 di IKJ... kalo posting terakhir agustus 2006 aku baru lulus mataseni, nah tahun ini angkatanku yang mau bikin mataseni..gaswatt kan??
*sik bentar ya aku mau pake Lavenda dulu*
maklumlah di Jakarta ini memang kerajaan nyamuk!! Gak kayak di Malang, dimana obat nyamuk gak laku! Hahaha...
ya pokoknya terlalu panjang lah kalau ku ceritakan kisah-kisah ajaib di IKJ selama 2 tahun aku jadi penghuninya.
Yang bisa aku ceritakan ke kamu adalah akhirnya rumah itu udah ga ada.. iya rumahku di Malang jl.batujajar no.25 akhirnya udah dijual.
Aku inget awal semester II aku lagi di kampus, kakak (di malang) nelpon dan bilang rumah itu udah bener" ga bisa kita tempati lagi (udah berpindah tangan). Aku sedih banget dan aku bener" hancur sebulan-an itu. Aku bahkan mabok berdua di taman firdaus sama alumni (angkatan 99) yang aku ga bnr" kenal, bahkan baru ketemu.. (kita biasanya cuma SMS-SMSan).
Aku inget pas aku udah agak ga sadar, dia nunjuk kampus dan ngomong "sekarang itu rumah lo". Hahaha...aku ga nganggep omongan dia serius tapi ngefek bo.. walaupun ayah ngontrak rumah di Bintaro, aku tetep ngerasa homeless...kalo dipaksakan ditanya "rumahmu dimana?" mungkin jawaban terbaik adalah cikini tujuh tiga..

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