About.. two years ago, I was in class with fourteen really incredible human beings, those of which were quiet modest about befriending others and those of which were quiet ridiculous at heart. Thinking about it now, I wasn't very close with everyone (to be precise: with male gendered ones) which might explain why I don't know them very well.
And in the span of that two years, I was graduating from grade nine. This technically meant that a lot of those fourteen-really-incredible-human-beings are about to leave (i.e. transferring to their desired high schools) and that I would never be in the same class with them all again. Which was true, because only four of us managed to stay. However, in the course of six months, two of us left too. And for the record, the only two from those fourteen who are ongoing survivors of Al-Taqwa are only me and Tsamara.
Tragic. I know.
Fast forward to 2016, eighth of February, nine of us were miraculously met in a reunion. We *ate, became bored, got into traffic on our way to watching a horror movie, watched the horror movie, parted, and are now back in our homes (I think).
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| Bagas was bald. That was his reason for the cap. |
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| Ariq was a bit desperate to be in the picture with Putri and Pristina. So I let him in. |
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| My baby fujifilm X30 has been a little off lately, Tsamara was a model for trial |
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| Because you can never get a good picture of me. |
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| Here's a picture of Dika enjoying his arrival and Huzi's majestic hoodie (IT HAS EARPHONES IN THE HOODIE STRINGS!) |
Love always, Zee.
