*bete abis didamprat (lagi) sama cici dosen tercinta yang maksudnya sih baik yah saya mengerti tapi bikin sakit hati*
Zapp! *pulling a Hiro Nakamura*
If I can turn back time it's definitely gonnabe the.. once again, foundation year : where there's really a freedom of self expression, where we can breath delightfully in the world of art, the pure and honest talents are enriched, encouraged, supported, and trusted. And the lecturers who have strong aesthetic sense and genuinely understand art.
Where beautifully quirky people gather and understand each other.
Where being weird is being normal, and being normal is okay :)
Where we had the guts to dream high. Before all the 'dream-slammings' took place.
*Hi-five with a lecturer who threw that question about the existence of the word 'specialism' and its purpose.* Now I get what you meant, man! Sorry I didn't really understand Singlish back then.
Growing up is a choice? Well. I still think it's unavoidable. We can't run from learning. Can't stop the time as well. Saya udah mo lulus nih.
Kyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh emosi emosi bukannya gw udah libur yah koq belom tidur jugaaa? Wahai objek-objek imut plis baris yang rapi yah gausah diatur-atur bu guru ngantuk nih.
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