i went to dekat rumah and met with some old friends from the radio i was working sometimes ago. imet with nino and ria. i thought i never can contact them again, since i left that place. coincidently wayan, ardi are actually nino and ria's friends too. what a small world. kinda missing the moment when i broadcast my voice around the city sometimes ago.people started to know me, kinda well known and there was this gossip frenzy about me. kinda boasting though, but i loved the frenzy. at least they know me, not that i am trying to brag anything. radio was everything to me. it was. and up to now, i am still wondering will i ever have the chance to cast myself in the wadyabala lines. a friend once said,though you left, you are still a wadyabala (that is how Prambors network called their announcers). being wadyabala was a heck of a way of calling to a person. it might be everything. but then again, i have the chores to do either in campus. i cannot leave that place just like that.i still remember how i rushed to the studio each day i have my schedule to host my show. kinda proud, cause that show was mine sometimes ago. that show belongs to me, and i was the image for that show. some said its the best radio program in jogja during 10 to 1 am in the morning. thats why they call it one double o one show...10pm to 01 am. it was tiring but i got loads of knowledge, entertainment, and joy there. i always know, and fully realize that i belong there, in the studio. there's always a part of me that wants me to comeback there.and it comes to the point when i have to put my priorities. saying goodbye is sickening, thats what i told u the other day. its sickening. cause its been a while and it left me the memories for good. miss you all there sweet buddies.