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hai blog,
Kamis itu kan aku stay up until so late gitu karena memaksakan diri bikin blog baru ahaha dan kangen main gitar (walaupun gitarnya fals) trus Jumat kerja dan stay up until late lagi karena nari-nari (kebetulan pulang dari Bakoel Koffie after work rumah kosong bo.. kapan lagi dimanfaatin :D) Jadinya aku kecapean tingkat presenter Kabar Kabari. Tidur, you know what I dreamed of? Rumah Batujajar lagi. Dan seperti biasa, baru sadar kalo itu settingnya rumah batujajar begitu udah bangun. Pas di mimpi ya ga ada pikiran 'eh, ini kan rumah batujajar'. Jadi di dapur aku ngambilin sup penuh daging kayak Kuah Bugis gitu, semangkuk, ngga pake nasi tapi pake kentang rebus, itu buat kakak. Trus aku jalan deh melewati lorong gelap dan naik tangga. Aku sudah tau akan bertemu banyak hantu. Sepanjang jalan aku santai aja sambil tanganku satu lagi ngusir-ngusirin hantu "Huss! Huss!" gitu. Trus di lorong sebelum jemuran si Kakak berdiri kayak mau jalan berlawanan arah. Trus aku kasih deh Kuah Bugis nya. Mimpi selanjutnya adalah ngurusin wisuda. Ternyata ada syarat yang kurang yang baru diumumkan tiba-tiba. Jadi harus ngasih roti dulu ke para penyidang ujian. Dan rotinya itu ngga boleh salah. Berikut daftar rotinya: Abon floss, cheese floss, brownies, roti isi. Jadi malam-malam aku ngebut ke toko roti sama mama (karena ngga punya uang) ke toko roti yang cukup cozy buat nongkrong. Di situ eh aku nemu beberapa teman yang mau wisuda besok juga.

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