Okay.....

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Foto random, nggak usah diperatiin



*baca blog sendiri*

*facepalm*
Kok saya merasa "Ini siapa yang nulis?" ya XD
Elu nyet yang nulis
.........fine, itu yang nulis gw, seneng lo
tapi ini udah lama nggak nulis sekalinya nulis pengen kayang
*kayang*
oke udah kayang
Nulis based on true event itu memang menarik
dan juga mengeluarkan ingatan-ingatan yang menyakitkan~
bacot ah, diem lu
ya tapi itu bener, nggak salah
tapi ingatan itu kan yang memberikan kita keterikatan terhadap apa yang kita sukai
Kan kayak kata-kata andalan di komik-komik coi
"Walau aku sudah tak ada, aku akan tetap berada di hati kalian"
Epic sih, tapi...... kalo kebanyakan diulang bete juga

aaaahhhhh, sekian aja kali ya

kalo gitu kami undur diri dulu
Saya Yadi
dan saya Be-...... tunggu dulu
Apa?
Gw Yadi coy, elo Bejo
Enak aja, gw Yadi, elu tuh yang Bejo, asal tuduh nggak pake bukti, dasar Bejo
Lah, liat aja tuh buktinya
Mana?
Yang paling banyak ngomong siapa?
Gw
alamat website sebelum ".blogspot" apa?
bejoajah, terus kenapa?
Paling banyak omong = Bejo dong berarti
.........................Fine!!!!! gw Bejo, lo Yadi
Deal, kalo gitu mari kita ulang

Kami undur diri,
Saya Yadi
Dan saya Bejo
Terima kasih karena telah membaca tulisan hina ini~    







Ini gw nulis apa ya tuhan........

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