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Buat Mr Courius to The Bones :)!

Back to the old template, more simple, gak pinky dan garing ... hehehe ...
Hmmm, sebelum kerja, ngeblog dulu bentar ah ;) ...

Anyway, pagi ini aku ngantuk banget, gara2 ngelakuin sesuatu yang begooooo kemaren. Dan setelah ngelakuin hal yang begoooo itu, sampai malem mencet2 handphone main game gak jelas, jadi sekarang ngantuk banget.

Gimana gak bego, ternyata aku salah tebak, orang yang aku pikir Mr Dont Care ternyata Mr Courius to The Bones ... hehehe ... Aku cuek2 aja waktu aku cerita aku gak bisa ngeblog - gak pernah terbersit kalo dia bakal nanya blog ku apa, dan ketika aku dah bilang, jangan, ntar2 aja, eh, dianya nyoba2. Waks, mau marah gimana - bukannya gak mau marah - tapi lebih ngerasa bego daripada marah ... :p ... Gak nyangka aja, karena kalau aku bilang jangan, it really means "Don't do that!" ...

Bukan apa2 sih, aku sering maki2 gak jelas di blog ini, sekedar buat ngelegain perasaanku. Aku takut kalau ada tulisanku yang menyinggung ... dan pertemanan kita berdua semakin berantakan. Selama ini Setio yang dah jadi sobatku sejak bertaun2 yll aja kadang suka gak habis pikir ama yang kutulis, apalagi kamu Mr Courius to The Bones :)!

Anyway, sudahlah, toh sudah telanjur. Syaratnya satu kalau kamu baca blog ini: kamu harus janji kamu tetap jadi temen baekku instead of ngutuk aku jadi kodok ... hehehe, dan please ... jangan komentar tentang posting yang sudah lalu2. Kalau yang baru boleh deh :)

This is me, the true me ...

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