Memory Dimension
WHICH PUZZLE WAS BORN FOR?
I who feel your presence is no more than a word there but nothing
You will know how you are. Sometimes you do not understand the concept of thought that you have. Yes, I'm here talking about love, which comes without us knowing when, where, and for whom.
Do we sometimes think? For what and who are we born and live?
If it is not for binding each other's taste. Even if I knew sometimes, a meeting would be good-bye. Meet to be together, and will eventually split up as well.
Life is sometimes that. Tasteless. Cliches. Happy for a moment, sad for a long time. In fact, I know that there is no one who is the happiest and saddest man in the world. Depends on how we react.
- Lendiary's
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A BUCIN!
PLEASE LOWER THE VALUE OF CABE! RAISE THE PRICE OF CABE-CABEAN! TO MAKE IT HARD TO PLAY THE HORSES!
JOMBLO, EAT HEART!
PHYSICS TEACHES, IF YOU DON'T WANT A LOT OF PRESSURE, NOT A LOT OF FORCE!
DEAR DIGEBOY, NO MONEY THROWN AWAY. SELL CANG...CUTS... THE BGSD! IT'S NOT IMPORTANT THAT COFFEE MAKES HEPI.
MY LIFE IS JUST ABOUT GREY HIGH SCHOOL SKIRT, THE MORE MINI THEN I'M THE MORE I ENJOY.
No.no. The first day I went to school, things were getting worse. The wall of the school toilet became an outpouring wall and the place to remove the loose after the wall facebook. Crazy, like a newspaper like the walls of the school toilet, there are even pictures that I think are not pictured there, the shape of the sex of the guy, crazy. Sometimes, people's hands join together, can never be controlled. This is not a bad scourge for me who just set foot into school again, after a month I rested in school. Weit, I'm not in-DO from school. But, because I had an accident, and I was in a coma for 2 weeks. I don't know how, there are some of my memories. But, said the doctor, not all of my brain memory is completely lost. I just forgot how the last time I went, and of course I don't know how the chronological why I got into an accident. And the doctor also mentioned that I had amnesia, but I forgot what kind of amnesia. The point is, amnesia is not so heavy.
I don't know.
But the accident killed both my parents. I lost them. But, I slightly forced my brain to remember, my memory slightly circled the accident incident. Basically, and I must admit that I acted stupidly, saving someone who never cared about me at all. I try to remember that, though, and I know all that by accident I ngedenger one of the eyewitnesses who explained how the chronology on the doctor and the police and the lackey people bokap me.
From there, I try to remember.
Whether I say it or not, I've been very stupid in my life. And the stakes are the lives of my parents. In the end, I had to lose everything I had, just because of the ego I kept. Bacot! But I can't lose time and circumstance. All of this has gone on by itself. Until I realized too.
"Vandra! Lo is still alive. God is still good as you," he said a little bit literate. I look flat at him.
"Lo ngedoain I die, huh?"
He grinned the horse. "Look easy, kali. Don't sip gas."
"Dissolvent."
He smiled faintly, "Gue is grinning."
"Why?"
"Damn you, Tra!"
"Lo changed a lot of turns."
"What?"
"Behave you."
"Gue is still the old one. There's no change. And I don't like it when people tell me I'm changing."
"Ceileh, relax boss. Your language is like a politician, Van."
"Lo rese!"
He was even a whiny. He is Petra Personal. I call him Tra. Because if I call Pet, he does not accept, because the ration is bad— said, he feels like kayak so ***** said if called Pet. That way I also call him Tra, sometimes if I call him by the name of Tri. He's my friend, the best. Actually, it's not a pal who like me I know his habits and he knows my habits. Naw. Not like that. I feel like he cares for me, and he's been a fun guy for me.
And, yeah! Petra is not as famous as Blue at school. Petra is also not like a boy who wah and has many fans like the Blue. Petra is more of a figure almost the same as me. Look what it is and not too complicated.
Until this moment, sometimes think, rigid girl like me, a girl who if you do not know ama I you must say that I am a pendiem, rarely talk at all, and pretentious. Yes emang. Therefore I also think again, when compared to Blue, I have nothing, he has a life that is opposite to me. He was fashionable, most wanted, cool, manly, and playboy. I know everything about him, even though my doctor says it's mild amnesia, but I know who Blue is. I just forgot the last time I went before the accident. So, so until here maybe, I'll keep looking for the answer.
Blue is famous by all the citizens of this school. While me? I'm hidden behind a little parasite. People don't know who I— except my class, because I'm not as famous as Blue. It's just that, there are a handful of people who are outside my class, who know me, that's all they know is I'm a secret admirer of a Blue Aksaraditya.
Sillier.
After that I understood more. Who I am.
"Vandra, you know what?" petra asked as we walked towards the classroom. My class is the same as Petra. But we have different classes. He's an IPS kid, and I'm an IPA kid. I can't explain where we can be friends at first.
"What, Tra?"
"Sa Tra's moving because of my dear."
"Anjs. You sing it."
"Gue seng you call me Tra."
"Oh so you want me to call Tri?" ledek. What he had been grimacing, immediately changed did not accept.
"Kok Tri, anyway, Van?"
"Yes, Tri. Yaudah yes, I unplug first, I just want if today there is a Trigonometry lesson. I'm going first, Tri!" I immediately ran a little to my class, I think he a little did not accept I menggeledek name. But I thank God. I was still given a long life, after that ridiculous incident.
"Go to the cave school pick you up, Van!"
I heard Petra yelling like that. But I pretended not to be horrified. In the original, I wanted to say YES. Technically, without me to answer, going home from school later he must have waited first at the school gate.
