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Capek! hubungan hate love yang paling melelahkan, ga kalah2 drama korea, hubungan cinta segitiga antara gua, photostock dan internet, kadang si laptop juga ikut campur supaya tambah runyam masalah, belakangan ini setiap pagi di bikin kesel sama koneksi internet, yang gua butuhkan untuk upload dagangan ke agensi photostock, dan gua butuh itu buat melanjutkan hidup pastinya... kenapa gua bilang love hate relation, soalnya tiap pagi gua di bikin emosi, kesel, moodswing sama si photostock dan internet gua, dan kadang kalo lagi bad day bgt, si laptop ikut camput dengan cara melemotkan diri (aneh... melemotkan diri, tp ya sudah lah) akhirnya gua cuma bisa males dan pasrah, ujung2nya nunda melulu padahal kan photostock quantity di atas quality, sedikit sih...

cuman sekesel2nya, gua tetap butuh mereka, ntah buat nonton youtube, maen game, ato nulis artikel ga jelas kek gini... kesel2 tapi rindu, tiap pagi pas di luar rumah pengennya pulang ketemu mereka ber 2, laptop dan internet tercinta, tapi sampai rumah malah di bikin emosi, pengennya udahan, bener2 hate love relation deh! kalo kata orang tuh, benci-benci tapi rindu cuyy~

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