Kopeng-SALATIGA, July 11-14th 2011
Preparation for the sake of my preparation has been done, although just as perfunctory. I went through the steep streets, dazed. I have traveled a long journey for the sake of a self-esteem could not be replaced with anything.
Comrade, I just wanted to tell, about the sweet memories that can not be forgotten. About the events which I think is too early to be abandoned. And about a handful of even more seeds of friendship are almost or even been embedded.
Comrade, I surely could not bury the turmoil that almost tempestuous. I could not hold any hope. Will encounter filled with a million questions and a farewell which I have put off the patter story of my sweet desire.
I was stunned, when I think of amazement at a distant place there. A place that brought us together, not as I imagined. I remembered the hundreds of stairs I have to go through at that time. Or a tent that had become peneduhku while. Although paved mat, narrow and airless.
Comrade, I still hear of a room where we gather, when we sang the national anthem of Indonesia, Indonesia Raya. A place that brought us the time, surprised. On our first meeting under a simple tent. About a thing that requires us to live in a place which is too limited for some time, for the sake of a deal.
I imagine the moment we sat and sweet sounding babble ..
"If I catch you, not speak in English? You Died!"
Or ..
"Wow .. Snake?"
And even ..
"Serik, back!"
I imagine also times when we must be willing to fight for the bathroom, when we shivered in the morning when water from the shower that forced me to lie threw it into my body.
Comrade, do you remember when we flocked to eat bitter about the 60 items, or when we are busy dressing up to show a story, so often we see someone who was forced to change sex.
Preparation for the sake of my preparation has been done, although just as perfunctory. I went through the steep streets, dazed. I have traveled a long journey for the sake of a self-esteem could not be replaced with anything.
Comrade, I just wanted to tell, about the sweet memories that can not be forgotten. About the events which I think is too early to be abandoned. And about a handful of even more seeds of friendship are almost or even been embedded.
Comrade, I surely could not bury the turmoil that almost tempestuous. I could not hold any hope. Will encounter filled with a million questions and a farewell which I have put off the patter story of my sweet desire.
I was stunned, when I think of amazement at a distant place there. A place that brought us together, not as I imagined. I remembered the hundreds of stairs I have to go through at that time. Or a tent that had become peneduhku while. Although paved mat, narrow and airless.
Comrade, I still hear of a room where we gather, when we sang the national anthem of Indonesia, Indonesia Raya. A place that brought us the time, surprised. On our first meeting under a simple tent. About a thing that requires us to live in a place which is too limited for some time, for the sake of a deal.
I imagine the moment we sat and sweet sounding babble ..
"If I catch you, not speak in English? You Died!"
Or ..
"Wow .. Snake?"
And even ..
"Serik, back!"
I imagine also times when we must be willing to fight for the bathroom, when we shivered in the morning when water from the shower that forced me to lie threw it into my body.
Comrade, do you remember when we flocked to eat bitter about the 60 items, or when we are busy dressing up to show a story, so often we see someone who was forced to change sex.
Food greet me, when we have tired down the days. When we took turns taking a bite of rice, when we sat down with his bare mats pottery, really unforgettable. Kala welcome afternoon tea, or coffee break time to meet.
My friend, let me carve a story, when I woke up early the day before the stage. As I have started activities to learn to make coffee, make compost, or when I have to set foot into a tree veteran of the silent witness to our memories.
Allow me to imagine when I was still awkward to say hello, while I still can not remember the events that will be passed.
Comrade, do you know? While we would be obliged to rescue a duck? When we are pressured to make a real idea and a simple way?
Comrade, I know you still remember when we are busy practicing stage, whether it's a real thing or just silliness that could create tension. Even a sense of togetherness that started close to us to do.
Had crossed my mind, when I saw the fire was so devastating slider, when the warmth of the fire touched the marrow of my bones.
While I was touched when we will begin to separate immediately. And while laughter spilled over the vast area and the beautiful night farewell ..
I give up, when I could not sleep last night for the sake of know you better, to extend a separation that has reached the eyelids.
I remember when we capture a beautiful moment to be remembered will be stored neatly, and when our tears will soon trickle if the next day began to dawn ..
Comrade, I still remember clearly when I remembered the blue confuse the closing ceremony, when we begin to feel the warmth of new friendships that we've been through, when we've understood the meaning of togetherness that we do.
My friend, my hand still feels, as we shook hands, while we applaud the winners, and when we help feeling sad that could not be removed ..
Really, my memories are not able to forget. A memory that I hope will be repeated, knows when and where we are. A memory that I think is too fast for me to delete with new hope.
I remember you I remember the incident. And I promise, one day I met her with you next time ..
Good-bye, see you guys, good luck ..
We begin to live again in our place and circumstances of each.
You're my best friends now and forever ^_^
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