Fiction Campus
SERIES 23

Before proceeding, I must go towards the location of my consciousness. The name of the location is the bed. Uh, no, if I sleep then this story will stop in memory of that night on the tram alone. All right, I'll go get some coffee for a second. If you've got to this part, it means I'm brewing a coffee philosophy.

The names in the members of the six kelana that I should have explained, are Picolo figures. The important role was to get me to pick up Melbourne, leave the Fiction Campus sweetly, and meet Mus again to show you the first part of Campus Fiction.

Yes, before I tell you about the continuation of my journey, Mus, and Grandpa Hwang, I will give a little breath between us so that it is more beautiful to breathe life. Picolo, who parallels the good comedian but is not as hurt as the Joker. I understood any form of answer as fresh air from him. As a good friend, I always understood the series of words of his mischievous first.

"If I see people having wedding receptions on the side of the road, it means I'm still in Indonesia" Picolo said as we were almost stopped by police, wanting to eat for free at a public event.

"If I see mothers who are still turning on the right penny, but turning left, then I am still in Indonesia" I reply not to be outdone, trying to get into his sense of humor.

Well, I was once a human who needed no more light than Mus. Even since his departure, whatever mask I had faked as an attitude toward people, was unable to cover my grief.

But when Picolo and the six members suddenly appeared like acne, I returned to glow even a little. There is nothing I am most grateful for as a young human being living on Earth, other than being able to be allowed side by side with them in sculpting the points of shared dreams.

I thought about asking her for help finding Hajar from the other side of the plan. Then Takiya, he became a cool preacher, elegant, but not rigid. Takiya built a strong and charming community of Muslim teenagers. And one more, the last figure that has been transformed into a rainbow in Green House, Fiction Campus. The name of the legend I gave her, is really the strongest prayer in the universe.

It's like Majin Buu in Dragonball. Time and time again had to fuse even though his heart was often crushed many times. His heart was made of rubber. Pink rubber like gum. Her sincere elasticity, so soft that strong hurt many times by women. Although a famous relationship player, he who you may remember who, often heartbroken a dozen to dozens of times. Amazingly, he never traumatized as a romance coach. He is happy with the unpleasant final treatment of the opposite sex.

As the real human version of Majin Buu, the last six figures I mean, are examples of individuals with a good and correct way of survival as a sand crocodile man. Uh, I mean .. rain-grasping man. If the angel Gabriel is commanded to split his chest and wash his heart, then the angel Gabriel will see the pink and tender color of the heart made of rubber.

As I focused my gaze towards Mus, my daydreams of that second thickened. No longer melted like the petals of coffee beans eaten by civets. He was with me with his sleepiness, not just fulfilling basic human needs such as sleep alone, in his exhaustion that night there were quite a lot of reasonable caring alternatives. In that peace of mind, there was a great quarrel called stimulation.

The battle between logic and feeling, which is squeezed between ratio and idealism. End in stimulation that every day must repeat his screams. Repetition is then read by the mind as an individual way to manage stress. The ability to produce inner peace and thought, will not succeed if the production of stimulation between logic and feeling in the full space of the cosmos called the brain, has a ratio that exceeds the desire of the heart.

Although it feels heavy to tell Mus about Six Kelana, I believe on the other hand there will be a new friendship box that synergizes, intersects and harmonizes in the sky of Sidney. Although I can imagine the strangeness on his face when he met his hemisphere. Yeah, picolo. Mus and Picolo will answer my curiosity back then, I can only imagine when the two of them were in front of me directly.