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Jumat, 28 Juni 2013

My nostalgia

In the morning, the rooster crows.
I woke rushed to shower and change uniforms. Out of the house accompanied by the warm rays of the sun. I smell the cool air in the morning. Hmm,,, morning smell, very comfortable.
I walked, then stopped to wait four other friends gathered. While waiting for a friend who is yet to come, we usually mild joke. After a few minutes we've gathered five of our means to immediately go to the school abuzz. Along the way to meet other friends greet each other. Some there are who go ride a bike, but I and my friends choose to walk. Although the schools to home is rather far ,we have become accustomed. For we , went to school on the foot  it's fun because while exercising can also. Along the way we chatted and occasionally joked back, without feeling we've arrived at the school. The bell rang we all get into the classroom. From the window of my classroom, I could immediately see Slamet mountain. Unusual scene when I saw first elementary school in Jakarta. God's creation is truly extraordinary nature.

I felt this incredible, is not as busy in all the different cities. Here feels more peaceful..
It was already noon, now the home bell rang. Five of us go home, change from warm sunshine to be scorching. But we never complained even though the heat was very oppressive, usually to relieve the heat we stopped to buy coconut ice. Well there we were joking until he came back towards the house. The next day the same thing happen sometimes coupled with new stories.

Actually this is my memory of when I was school first, the memory of it still attached. Everyday  smiling, laughing off without load. Our first is not as advanced today's children are facilitated by a wide range of gadgets. But we were happy, there was never a sense that the kids today say "galau". I just know it feels happy to have friends who always make me smile. Period of nostalgia that can not be forgotten. Such as the lyrics in the song Sheila on 7,,,,,
Bersenang-senanglah,,
karena hari ini yang kan kita rindukan,di hari nanti
sebuah kisah klasik untuk masa depan

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