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17 again

I had a fabulous saturday night..

Me & Dieter kinda tired wiv our Saturdays routine. Usually we just go to the cinema, dinner, mall to mall, cafe to cafe, and go home. That's all. BORING! Last night, we have a plan to watch 2012, but the traffic was CRAZY. Jammed everywhere!!

Finally we decided to park our car @ riau junction, then we walked all the way.. From trunojoyo street, to sultan agung to riau street back & forth. We really enjoyed it, since this rarely happened in Bandung. We stopped by at my former high school, Aloysius. O Geez how I miss those moments & places. We remembered bout "the high school craziness", here, there, and everything in between. There were loads of memories happened at that place. Including one time when my bf visited me everyday & we lunch together. And he fought wiv certain teachers cos he got into my school without permission, the uniform was different, he wore the orange shoes, orange belt, and even with pierced lips & tongue. No wonder my teachers always mad everytime they look at him. And, OMG I couldn't believe I was dating him!! Haha2. I just thought he was so cool.. And very nice guy. He's unique, and has an amazing personality & style, so gentle. Haha.

LOL moments.. How we so rebellious back in the days..
We thought we always right, like all 17 y.o do.
We fought against teachers by broke the rules. I wore a non appropriate uniform, mini skirt & mini shirt. I skipped school wiv my girlfriends, and lucky me, I was the one who never get caught in the act. Haha2. I was the secretary, remember?

Despite all those crazy moments, I missed being a clever, active girl, which I never be. I always the girl who make mistakes, break the rules, and all. I wish I was an OSIS girl. I always end up be a secretary or "bendahara" that's all. I wish I can take some serious positions. But that's waaay too late. High school will always be high school. We couldn't repeat or rewind it. That's one of the important part of our live where we tried to find our self esteem, and goals, and (maybe) our soulmate, like I did. How we must deal wiv lotsa things, like school, friendship, teachers, parents, bla bla bla.

OMG I wanna be 17 again.


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