4 years has pass since the last time I saw those familiar faces that I saw every morning in the field. Those semi-closed clam eyes just look so irritating but memorable. Forced to sing the Wira Wirawati song very early in the morning in the field. Going to class and practice marching is just like an everyday must for us. But now it seems so so so far away. Leaving those sweet. sour memories in the back of our minds. Sometime it still haunt us in our dreams. Thought meeting up with each other seems like a dream until a few days ago.
"Owh wait do you remember the pretty girl? the one with big boobs! " Hahahaha. Familiar voices that you will hear everyday. Finally i got to hear it again once. with my own ears.
Meeting you people again is a miracle with all of us busy with our own hectic life. Striving for money and some for education.
Sincerely hope that we can comtinue to keep in contact no matter where we are.
