Here I am again

I thought that I would be fine stepping my sneakers back on this island again.
After all, A year has passed me by.
But when the airplane touched the runway last night.
There's something inside of me screaming, waiting to be unleashed.

And there I was, having my silent moment along the way to my hotel.
The same road I travel a dozen times year ago.
Brings me up the memory, of how I first came to this place and left it in hurry.

There are regrets in me. I should've wait for another year, I should've failed at the test, I should've NOT even try the test.
But that was my options back then, not now.

Yet here I am, staring at the same beach again...
With a different kind of view
And the same old feeling

I should've finished what I've started here before I left
I should've say goodbye in a proper way
I should've given a better answer to this place and those people

Let me scream it out, Sanur.
Or let me just enjoy you in my silent moment.
For I have left a part of my dream here
I love you in a way that I couldn't describe, Sanur... I really do.

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Tikki Mahayanti

Let's see what happened

Post #4, Si Oom finally got mad at me,,, he even kicked the susu kambing chair... sorry for the chaos I have caused, mates...

I finally e-mailed Pak Gary, my boss, to let him know I would resign by the end of November. Remembering how grumpy he could get, I was surprised things went well. I was expecting he would yell at me and say a lot of that f word, but what happened was way better, although he still don't understand why do I have to leave and become a government officer while he sees me as 'enjoying' my career as an architect. As for that question, Oom... I really don't have the answer. If I could choose, I would love to stay in Gfab for another year, before I finally leave somewhere else.
So, Friday morning, I got a conversation with si Oom (Gary), after I sent an email to him the evening before. I told him, that everything happened so fast and I planned to let him know as soon as possible, but he was away for UK. He told me that some persons in the office is going to get promoted (or should I say, punished, hehehehe) to a higher level after new year (catet ya, anak2 Gfab... kalo nggak ada yang dipromosiin jadi principal, brarti posisi itu seharusnya buat gw, hahahahaha...).
So, here's some things Oom told me on Friday:

1. Some people told me that they put their lazy and stupid children in the government office, but you have a fabulous job which a lot of people would envy on that. You work in an internationally known design company!
To tell you the truth, pak Gary... I am stupid and I am so God damn lazy, haven't you realize that? hehehe,,, so, I might suit just fine being a government officer. (Kalo kata temen2 kantor, gw disuru bawa file games yang banyak, biar ga mati bosen,,, hehe, checked, mates!)

2. You should talk to your parents or even argue with them that you don't really want being a government officer, that's what I did. You should know, your parents will always act like you are a teenger forever and they were the ones that should be taking care of you, not the other way around. My parents did that too, and that was the last time I saw my house. If you want something, you should pursue it, even if the God himself stand in your way. If you want, I could give you a reccomendation letter, to show your parents how good you are being an architect. Maybe they think being an architect is not a respectful enough job, but this office is doing so great.
Pak Gary, as you know, I am an Indonesian, and I am not planning to deny that. It's not normal for a child to leave their house if they don't really have to. And as you can see, I'm a female, which make it even harder to just abandon what my family thinks the best thing to do for me. My parents also understand that I really enjoy being an architect, although they might not have fully understand that being an architect is a serious job. I mean, my parents were just like normal parents I suppose, they would like to see me in a proper clothes that people wear to go to work instead of t-shirt, jeans, and sneaker, and they might be a little disturbed if they have to explain over and over again, in which office do I work. it's LABO and then GFAB, mates... hehehe...

3. If you become a government officer, next your parents might ask you to get marry soon and then got pregnant, sheesh... that's not how I picture your future.
Me too pak Gary!!! God, it's a noghtmare! I'll just stop here, being a government officer, and not saying anything about marriage and pregnancy with my parents... the conversation ends here, hahaha...

4. It's not that I'm trying to make you stay, Tikki... well, yes I am... but think about it,,,
I am thinking... but then, I don't even have any brain, pak Gary... And I'm flattered you ask me to stay... maybe if my salary rise 3 times than what I have now? Can I ask that? hehehehe,,,

5. No matter what's your final decission, don't forget to finish the project you're helping...
Yes, Pak Gary... iyeeeeeeeeessss....

And later that day, my colleagues were surprised he didn't yell at all, they have prepared for the yelling and pointing nose things of si Oom... sorry to say it, mates... but that's a female privilege, dear... You guys just can't have it, hahahahahah...

My farewell with 2003 in Bali

post # 3

Last night I held a farewell meal (hehe, let's not call it a party since all we did was talking and eat, without sharing fun, ahahahahah...) with my college friends who are currently working in Bali. Me, Anggie, Heni, Chika, and Yayak...
Heni told me to be careful, since she heard my new job will offer a lot of 'intangible' pressure. Not deadline, not how to solve architectural problems, not all of that. I told her, let's see... hopefully I could survive in all of that, but if I don't, you will be seeing a lot on TV, hahaha. At lest I could be famous right, Hen? I might say your name too, and you would be in TV too,, it'll be titled a confession from Tikki's college friend, Heni...' ahahahhahahah... She said, if that thing happened, she would say 'Dulu Bo tidak pernah menunjukkan gejla menyimpang selama kuliah...' Anjriiiiiiiiiit,,, gila lu, Hen... She also said, being a government officer is a death sentence for my 'architect' profession,,, yes, I realized that... And she also told me that I am only 22, she didn't want me to regret things in the future, that 'I should've done this' moment. Yeah, I'd be having a lot of that. After all, we're all just human right, Hen... We just can't win them all.Mimpi gw menjadi arsitek memang berhenti di sini, Hen... tapi, lu masih bisa jadi arsitek. Just don't give up on your dreams. But then, she told me that she wanted to be an enterpreneur, outside architectural world. Well, it's your decission, I just wanted you to know, I always have been an admirer of your designs... You could be a great architect...
Anngie went to the test too, but she didn't get accepted. How was it, Deq? I asked... She said, it was 20% disappointment and 80% relieve. How about you, Bo? I said, I really don't know how I feel. I was hoping I could stay in Bali at least until next year, as I planned. Maybe next year I could get promoted as a principal, hauhauhau (Iye, tapi kamu mesti nglewatin Oom kan? aaaaaah, Dedeq... mengingatkanku akan si Oom...). She also asked me what's my plan in Jakarta? I said I don't have any idea, as always. Things always happened spontaneusly for me, hahaha... But if I really have to stay in Jakarta, I'd do everything all over again, find a boarding house, bring my motorbike (again), and get lost in Jakarta (surely do!), hehehe... Just let me go with the flow, Deq... and you don't need to worry you don't have any companion in Bali, cos look around you, there's a lot of person there to accompany you,, although, I guess you would not get lost as often if you go out with me, hehehehe...
Yayak, the only guy in the table didn't say a thing... He was sick... I really appreciate you coming here, Yak... I thank you.
Chika asked me about the preparations I have made to move out from Bali. I told her that everything in my room stays the same right now, Still the same chaotic room, heheheh...
Thank you everyone for your attention... I really much appreciate it. Hopefully we could see each other in the future, being in a better condition. Amin!


*let's move in to Jakarta, mates...*


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TiQi Bo

A post from my last days in Bali...

Setelah 22 tahun menjejak bumi ini, baru sekarang secara samar gw melihat sesuatu. Mencoba memahami diri gw satu tahap lebih baik.
Selama ini, gw berjalan melewati banyak persimpangan dan bertemu banyak kepribadian untuk menemukan tujuan gw, tempat yang bisa gw sebut rumah. Sebuah tempat yang nyaman dan nyaman menurut gw.

Baru sekarang, di saat gw akan meninggalkan Bali dan menuju Jakarta dalam tiga hari ke depan, gw sadar satu hal.
Bahwa perasaan yang gw rasakan ini sama dengan ketika gw meninggalkan Ambon, Oz, Solo, Yogya, ataupun Bandung.
Perasaan bahwa gw akan melangkah sekali lagi ke tempat yang sama sekali baru buat gw, perasaan bahwa gw akan sekali lagi bertemu orang2 baru dan mengulangi semua dari awal, perasaan bahwa gw sekali lagi akan jadi 'bukan siapa2' untuk siapapun, perasaan bahwa sekali lagi gw akan secara konstan tersesat di tempat yang gw gak kenal.
Anxious, Excited, Happy, Worried, they're all mixed here in my heart, and it makes my heart beat faster.


Baru sekarang gw sadari, bahwa nggak peduli dengan siapa gw hang out, siapa yang akan memandang sinis terhadap gw, siapa yang mau ngobrol ma gw, siapa yang ngomongin diri gw di belakang gw, siapa yang tertawa terhadap lelucon gw yang garing, siapa yang mencaci gw karena dia sebenernya concern sama gw tapi nggak tau gimana berkomunikasi dengan baik sama gw, siapa bos gw yang terlalu baik atau terlalu galak, sesering apa gw nyasar, seburuk apa gw kehidupan gw, semua membentuk lingkungan sekitar gw.

Baru sekarang pemahaman itu secara samar telihat, bahwa rumah yang gw tuju bukanlah sebuah tempat yang diberikan Tuhan menjadi sebuah zona nyaman yang tepat dari segla hal buat gw, rumah yang gw tuju bukanlah sebuah batas fisik denah2 yang gw sketsa atau draft di autocad setiap har. Rumah yang gw tuju adalah yang setiap hari gw temui pada saat gw melihat cermin, rumah yang gw tuju adalah setiap perilaku manusia yang gw temui pada perjalanan gw yang kerap kali tersesat, rumah gw adalah jam2 yang gw habiskan untuk mengulangi rutinitas yang sama setiap harinya, rumah gw adalah suasana di lingkungan sekeliling gw entah gw sedang tidur2an, sedang sibuk bekerja, sedang sibuk pura2 bekerja, sedang menggosip, sedang menjedot2kan kepala mengikuti alunan musik dan bersikap autis, sedang menyelinap keluar dari diri gw dan melayang2, itulah rumah gw...

Bukankah itu inti makhluk hidup, sebuah individu yang mampu atau dipaksa mampu bertahan hidup di suasana apapun? Bukankah itu makna kehidupan, seseorang belajar memilah yang baik dari yang buruk bukannya yang disuka dari yang dibenci? BUkankah itu arti hidup, perjalanan mencari jati diri sampai akhirnya berpindah alam?

Sejauh ini, baru itu pemahaman gw akan rumah,,, sebuah zona nyaman yang harus gw usahakan sendiri. Entah kalo di masa yang akan datang berubah, gw sendiri gak tau. Tapi sekarang, gw mau berterima kasih untuk semua individu yang pernah bersimpangan jalan dengan gw, yang pernah, sedang, dan akan mengiringi langkah gw yang sering sulit ditebak arahnya ini, yang membantu gw menyibak tujuan gw sebenarnya. I thank you guys...
Karena gw percaya, gak ada yang namanya sia2 di dunia ini, walopun lu gak mendapatkan hasil apapun yang tangible buat orang laen.

Saat ini, biarkan gw sekali lagi memanggul backpack ijo muda gw dan menggeret koper ijo tua hasil hibah orang tua gw itu, mengatur kembali lemari dan menangkap vista dengan mata hati dan pikiran gw. Sesuai cara gw, bukan cara orang lain. Biarkan gw tersungkur dalam syukur kepada Tuhan, karena Dia pegangan gw sampai saat ini.

*mates, life's always a bitch, but it's up to you to decide, you'll be a puppy or not*

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It's not that I hate being in any place, it's only that I have to move on to another place awaits for me.
TiQi Bo
Tikki Mahayanti

My stupid faces

Although I aaaaalllllwwwwaaaaaaays look stupid, mas Gayuh recently caught me on camera,,,, argh...
Here are some of my stupid faces in the office...

Lunch time... and, of course... I never ate politely, hauhauhau... *gotcha!* T.T

Monyong2 on lunch time,,, Intan said my face always shows unpredictable emotions... she also said, that I look like Momokan,,, which is a dog in a comic... *gotcha!*T.T

arrrgggghhh,,, kenapa gw di zoom? jerawat gw! cover me! anyway, look how serious I am at work... =p, seriously listening to winamp, mwahahahahah... *gotcha!* T.T

Chinyooooo,,,,Oh, this is still in the office,,, on a hot sunny day,,,, fuahhh... *Gotcha!* T.T

This is the most ridiculous one,,, Mylan said that I look like a weaver... aaarrrggghhh,,,, great! I have a lot of nicknames now... Kebo, Momokan, and weaver... But, that's fine with me, Mates! *gotcha!* T.T

I guess I always look stupid yaw? aaaarrrrrrghhhh,,,,, look smart, Bo! grow up!

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TiQi Bo

I died twice in that bloody mount Batur

This weekend, still in my journey in discovering Bali, hehe, I went hiking. I hiked mount Batur along with Anin, Vicky, Martha, and Citta. I really have no idea, why did I agree to go there in the first place. I'm always such a passivist and suddenly I said 'yes' on going hiking? I must be completely out of my mine.
We started the adventure on Friday, 17 october 2008 at 11pm. Anin picked us up with his karimun (mobil imut2 yang berguna bagi kehidupan jalan2, hahaha) and we went up north to mount Batur. We got there on Saturday, 18 October 2008 at 1.30am. The night was bright enough because it's fullmoon. And it was hot, because it's summer time in Bali (I wonder, were there be any cold time in Bali? haaaahhh... I almost go to the office in bikinis! If only I have the guts to buy a pair of bikinis and wore them to the office, ahahahaha... minta dihajar ma nyokap dan dipelototin sama orang sekantor,kwkwkw). We started hiking at around 2am.
on the first hour, I still manage to keep up my steps to follow everybody else. But in the next hour I felt like quitting so bad (Menakjubkan bukan, apa yang dilakukan tidak berolah raga sama sekali pada kondisi tubuh lu? hehe...). And forget the vision of Tangkuban Parahu which have steps to reach the top. This mountain is absolutely none of it! I throw up twice and my feet went trembling down on my way up to the top. Made me wonder, what's the fun of hiking anyway? Why do people go up to reach the top just so can the person could go down again? haaaaaahhh, life is full of mysteries. Vicky always leads the way, since he have climbed this mountain 3 times (and this is for the fourth? Vic, I salute you!) while Citta could smoke while she still could catch up Vicky's step... Ah, Citta... she's so energetic,, she really is.MArtha throw up once. I was the most pathetic person. But what was more pathetic is I couldn't give up to my ego. I felt so ashamed if I quit, so stubbornly I shooked my head when they asked me whether I would like to quit or not. Going up is really exhausting. We spent more than four hours to reach the top. Twice the average time. Really pathetic. I was the cause for the delay. I'm soooo pathetic.
But then, after not feeling my legs for 2 hours, we reached the top. Nice view. Like postcards view, you know. The most important thing on my mind wasn't about the view at the moment, but the thought of 'I have to climb down AGAIN?'. Man, this climbing matter is really beyond my mind. We reach the top at 6am. We were racing with the sunrise, but in the end, the sunrise won by around half an hour.
We spent almost three hours on the top. We even slept on the top! Mates, that's a really great experience. With an exhausted body, I slept on the ground surface, placed my head on my back pack. And I only woke up since the sun ray felt like burning my skin (free tanning, mates...hehe). I got the chance of pipis di semak2 moment,,, ahh,,, that's what they call 'nature call', hehe.
We climbed down at 8.30am. Vicky's so generous, he picked a different path as our way back. When going up was phisically exhausting, going down is like feeling my heart jumped out of my body. Jangan nengooooooook! Di sebelah jurang. Kepleset, and you're history.... Mak, gw bahkan bahkan blom kawin! Nikah aja tarsoktarsok, apalagi kawin? I slipped several times on my way down. At that moment, my feet feels like they have their own will. I even have a thought of 'Vic, daripada lu jalan cepet2 dan ninggalin gw, gimana kalo lu ngegendong gw? AYolah,,, gw emang berat, tapi ga seberat waktu gw kuliah ko, hehe...)'. But hten, my pride took over my mind. Everyone was on their foot and I have to ask Vicky to carry me? Yeah, over my dead body! hehe...So, even I have to drag my feet and my face looked like I was going to swallow someone if I have had enough energy, I still walk, eventhough I was left reaaaalllllyyyy behind. Hell care, as long as I walk. Someday, I'm going to tell my grandchild 'oma dulu, naek gunung Batur, dan bener2 pake kaki oma sendiri... Cucu gw kira2 bakal ngejawab gini...'Oma, gunung Batur kan cemen, teleport juga bisa,,, ah, Oma cemen! ...itu kalo cucu gw ngewarisin bakat nyolot gw, hehe... haah, from all of the traits I can inherit to my granchild, kenapa nurunnya malah nyolotnya gw, coba? kan masih ada sifat malas, rakus, songong, narsis... darn, I don't have any good qualities,,,). We reached Anin's car before 1pm. Oh, how I was so relieved to see that cute silver Karimun,,, muah...muah...muah... Karimuuuuuuuuun, aku padamuuuuuuuu... uhuhuhuhu....
Anin drove us home (Nin, tengkiu berat yaw, lu ga capek apa,, nyupir pulang pergi? salute, Anin!), and I reached my boarding house at around 4pm. Haaaahhh, I only changed my clothes and do some bits and bobs then I fell asleep until 9pm! (Maaf ya, Tuhan...). I woke up, grab something to eat, replied text messages, write a text message, and got back to sleep at 12. When I woke up the next morning, I went back to sleep again, hehe. I finlly came to my common senses at 11am on Sunday 19th october 2008. Washed my clothes, clean my bathroom, and do some groceries. At night, I strolled off to Gramedia, to buy FuturArc (I'm in there! yay! yay! uhm, actually it's my project they were talking about, but it still have my name in there, yay!yay!) and met Eiy, Yayak, and Dedeq... Yes, I still drag my feet at the moment.
Now, Monday, 20 october 2008 at 1.30am, here I am writing this journal and watched peter pan on TV. Hah, what a weekend.

here's a few snapshots, guys! enjoy!

PS:
Thank you for every one that have been so generous to me, waiting for my slow steps... It'll took me years before I even think about climbing mountain again, guys... sorry...
I guess it's true when people tell if your personal life went trembling down, your pro life have to be something to be proud of. Since my really personal life is ruined, I guess it's time for me to think seriously about my pro life.
Happy graduation day, dear someone. Trully sorry I couldn't be there for you (like, it's not new any more, right? I was never there when you needed me anyway, I'm such a pathetic friend, am I?). Now, you're just a back that I could only stare at. Not a shoulder I could lean on anymore. Is today really your graduation day? I'm sorry (again) if I got the wrond date. Proven again, I'm such a pathetic friend, am I? hehe... cheers! pop up the champagne!
Mum, Dad... November 10th? I'll see what I can do...But I wanted to go home in december too... Let's see what happen...


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TiQi Bo

And we proudly call ourselves arhitects...

What happen if architects talk about health? One major chaotic scene of undeniable moronic things. Haha. I love being an architect! Oh, before I went further on, next year, I am planning to move my blog, to somewhere safe. I've been searching for hosts and names for my new blog, and it may took some time and extra energy (which I usually don't have, haha). Let's not call my plan move out plan shall we, because I will still be writing on my blog. It's just that I don't really like the people I know and meet regularly know about my stupidity and my deepest feeling and secrets. Once it happen, and I got really pissed out (pardon my french, hehe) and the person thinks that what I have share to the person does no longer became a secret. Still unforgettable,, forgiven, but not fogotten. Pretty traumatic. So, next year, guys!
As you all probably know, I am in my way of being a real architect (and crossing my fingers so hard that someday I can be a principal, haha). In my way, I have met various kinds of people, and most of them were architects. I didn't complain about that, because *call me narist* I think that architects rocks! ahahahhahaha. No, it's somekind of job demand. Couldn't say no, folks. and architects, mate, are absolutely nothing to macth with hat so called medical doctor. Hey, I barely hang out with doctors anyway! just don't rhyme, mate.
But, funny things occured every time me and my folks talked about health...

Intan: Tik, gw ga masuk yaw...
Bo: Waaaaaaaaiiiii? Lu tega, lu... tar kalo gw dicariin si Oom gimanaaaaaa? tegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,,,
Intan: Gw gejala tipus, Tik...
Bo: huiks2... kasian skali kamu, naaaaaak.... trus entar kalo si Oom nanyain lu ga msuk kenapa, gw mesti jawab apa?
Intan: Lu pandangin aja dia, ga usah ngomong apa2...
Bo: Anjrit, kaga mau... tar kalo dya malah suka ma gw? ahahaha...
Intan: Dodol... Udah, bilang aja gw thypho...
Bo: Ah, gw tau bahasa inggrisnya gejala tipus...
Intan: Apa lagi? Eh, anak bawang...
Bo: Kalo si Oom nanya, lu sakit apaan... gw jawab aja bahasa inggrisnya tipus tu AIDS...
Intan: Anjrit, enggak laaaah!!! Anak bawang!
Bo: Ahahahahah, serem abiiiisss...
Intan: Dodoooooool!

but then, my beloved principal didn't ask about my PA to me, hehe. So I wouldnt have to say that AIDS word...


Bo: Aduh, ko gw blom dapet yaw? mestinya gw udah dapet... damn...
Myl: Hmm, mungkin lu hamil, Tik...
Bo: Hmm, mungkin juga...
Myl: Jangan2...
Bo: Apah?
Myl: Lu hermaprodit yaaa??? Waaaah...
Bo: Goblog... ckckckck... ngeri gw...


Bo: Mamak, kenapa kemaren nggak masuk?
Mamak: Ke dokter mata, gw...
Bo: Ada masalah?
Mamak: Iye, saraf mata gw keknya ada yang aneh, kata dokternya...
Bo: trus, kata dokternya apa?
Mamak: Katanya gw mesti berhenti mandangin layar monitor yang isinya garis2, gituh...
Bo: ergh... resign sono gih!


Arrrrgggggghhh, things never turn out right when it's about architects talking about helath! arrrgggghhh... but theen, my simplified argument will be, hey, we're architects, we draw, you pay... not that we grepe2 you punya bodi, you pay, ahahahah... stupit...


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TiQi Bo

Blood type characteristic

Sori kalo kupipes, soriiiii banget.... tapi, ini lucu abis siiiy...
betewe golongan darah gw apa cobaaaaaa? ahahahahah...

She's my PA!

PA stands for Project Architect, the one(s) who's in charge of one project. Right now, I am the 'anak bawang' on 240 apartment project. My Project Architect is Intan, an ITB graduate, suppose to be older than I am, but as always,,, architects never gets older, hehe. No, we do get older, we just don't get more mature, ahahahah... That's what keeps us alive in this wild2 world of Architecture.
She is one fine PA, not complaining even though I always asked her about the itsy bitsy unimportant things (and definitely forgot to ask her about the important ones, that's why she is there, to remind me of those things...). She's the one who have to face si Oom every time he got upset about things, while I was just there to back her up...
One fine day, when si Oom is around, he talked to Gayuh and Galih, about having a meeting with them in the afternoon, later on that day. I wasn't able to listen perfectly, but in his conversation he mentioned 'Inchan' (well, that's what I heard...haha) and 'meeting'. Intan looked at me, and asked 'what did he say?', I said...'I'm lost...'
Intan: Ah, lu tuh, ga guna banget
Bo: Tadi si gw cuma denger Inchan ma meeting, kali Oom mo ketemu lu, Tan...
Intan: Gw juga cuma denger spotong2 gitu. Meeting apaan ya, bwok?
Bo: Tawuk... bukannya kita abis meeting ma dya hari Jumat? mang mo ngliatin apa? ni baru Slasa bukan?
Intan: Mungkin dya mo ngliat KEP. *mulai terlihat panik*
Bo: Emang KEP ada progress, Tan? *mulai muncul tanduk*
Intan: Asloh (gw ga tau gimana nulisnya, tapi artinya sama kek asshole, in Germany, ahahaha)... kagada, bentar2 gw cek imel2 dulu. *semakin panik*
Bo: Nah lhooooooooo, lu cek dulu ma Martha, sapa tau dya juga disuruh meeting ma si Oom... *tau2 megang trisula*
Intan: *mulai ngecek2 imel, ngebuka file KEP, nelpon Martha* Masa' si, dya mau ketemu soal KEP? Ato 240?
Bo: Tawuk, Jumat mpe slasa emang kita mo ngasi progres apa?
Intan: Ya udah de, pasrah aja, gw ga tau dya mo ketemu knapa...
Bo: Dya kangen ma lu, Tan... *I evolved into a perfect demonish me*
Intan: Asloh...
Bo: Mwahahaha, trus, lu ketemu dya ga bawa apa2 gitu? Yang laen bawa kertas2 gitu...
Intan: ... gatau de...
Bo: Gw perlu ikut ga?
Intan: Ga usah lah...
*So, Inchan went to see si Oom all by herself*
Balik dari ketemu si Oom tampang Intan jutek...
Bo: Nape, Tan? Ketemu Oom ngebahas apa?
Intan: 240
Bo: Trus?
Intan: Masa' dya bilang kita kudu ngasih intangible progress buat 240? Padahal terakhir ketemu dya kmaren dya ga ngomong apa2...


ahhh,,, gw gatau sapa yang stres,,,, gw, PA gw, ato si Oom *bos gw ituh...*


hahah...

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TiQiBO