Like the wind trapped in the room...
It can only blow through a small gap in the window...
Inhaled without sense of, stuffy, and what it is...
That voice, that shout, shrill infiltrate in the corners of the room...
I wrote this on the third day of "Masta"...
Yes, the last day of "Masta and Propesa" Muhammadiyah University of Tangerang, 03 of September 2014...
Masta attended by more than 3000 participants. And it was amazing...
To the extent that we had to scramble oxygen to breathe...
And I'm going to miss moments like this...
Moments of togetherness, sing, laugh, and have lunch together...
Here I find a lot of new things, new atmosphere, and new life...
Alhamdulillah for everything, alhamdulillah a-la kulli hal... ^_^
.... (: This story special for Kak Wirayana Sari, who has helped me to translate this story... :)
It can only blow through a small gap in the window...
Inhaled without sense of, stuffy, and what it is...
That voice, that shout, shrill infiltrate in the corners of the room...
I wrote this on the third day of "Masta"...
Yes, the last day of "Masta and Propesa" Muhammadiyah University of Tangerang, 03 of September 2014...
Masta attended by more than 3000 participants. And it was amazing...
To the extent that we had to scramble oxygen to breathe...
And I'm going to miss moments like this...
Moments of togetherness, sing, laugh, and have lunch together...
Here I find a lot of new things, new atmosphere, and new life...
Alhamdulillah for everything, alhamdulillah a-la kulli hal... ^_^
.... (: This story special for Kak Wirayana Sari, who has helped me to translate this story... :)
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