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Setelah sekian lama tak bersua dengan blog ini, akhirnya kembali lagi. Segala hiruk pikuk rutinitas membuat aku lupa aku pernah punya blog. Dulu terakhir aku posting sesuatu waktu aku kelas 9, sekarang aku udah kuliah semester akhir.
Kurang lebih 8 tahun aku udah mengabaikan blog ini. Padahal dulu dari kecil aku suka banget nulis, entah apa aja. puisi, keseharianku, tentang apa yang aku pikirkan pokonya apa aja. Makanya, darisitu aku buat blog, lebih tepatnya papa aku yang buatin blog sebagai wadah hobi aku. Tapi aku ga manfaatin secara maksimal. Mungkin dulu aku kurang kritis. Aku malah kebawa arus yang membuat aku ga produktif dan membuang jauh-jauh hobi dan potensiku, maklum lah ya, namanya masa abg labil, masa-masa pencarian jati diri.
Sampai akhirnya aku ada di masa sekarang, masa dimana pola pikirku berubah dan sedikit mengerti filosofi kehidupan dan aku bisa memilah arus mana yang membawa diriku, circle mana yang hendak aku singgahi. Aku bersyukur pada akhirnya otak aku bisa agak "waras" buat menjalani kehidupan ini. Ya meski, aku kadang nyesel kenapa ga dulu-dulu aku kayak gini. Tapi yaudahlah, waktu gabisa diulang, dan diriku yang dulu adalah material pembentuk diriku yang sekarang.
Omong-omong masalah waktu, aku ini sebenernya tipe orang yang belum bisa memaksimalkan waktu alias suka menunda-nunda pekerjaan. Ya tipikal mahasiswa kebanyakan lah hehe. Tapi berkat orang tuaku yang super (duper) tegas, aku jadi terpaksa gesit. Mereka mendidik aku untuk melakukan pekerjaan apapun secara tepat waktu, bahkan sebelum dateline. Belakangan aku ngerasain, keterpaksaan ini jadi banyak manfaatnya buat aku. (thanks to mom and dad) meski dengan hati dongkol karena omelan mereka, tapi aku jadi bisa menyelesaikan apapun tepat waktu.
Jadi intinya gitu, aku bakal berusaha menghidupkan kembali hobi lama aku, yaitu nulis. Blog ini isinya random apa aja segala opini dan hal lainnya tentang aku (meski gapenting). Doain juga supaya aku cepet kelar nyusun proposal yang buat kepalaku pecah.
See you~

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