LUNACERS: CHERRY BLOSSOM AND SUMMER HOLIDAY RECAP. 📂🩷

Kenapa gw gak jadi MC

EjByunn pengganti Sooha

mata bengkak begadang

perasaan tadi pas briefing gak ada gini? (garuk kepala)

Besok pagi langsung ngopi

Gulali

Mas makan apa kita malam ini

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List sebutan Noe sama Harris Noe: Harua imut, Harua gak nolep, Harua gak gragas Harris: Harua amit, Harua nolep, Harua Gragas

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Nder di group kami pun dia disebut Harua nolep

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ㅤㅤㅤ This is not the end of everything. However, we want to convey the message that everything will turn out beautifully if we have each other. If we have someone who is always there, always loyal, always accompanying us in all circumstances—through all seasons, in joy and in sorrow. Remember, you are not alone. Remember that you were created to accompany someone, and that someone was created to accompany you. You can accompany each other in any way, and no one is ever left alone. Do not worry, and do not be anxious. May a smile always be etched on your perfect face. Warm regards from us, Lunacers—The Rugby Club. ㅤㅤㅤ

📝 under moonlight—stars, we gathered in a tent, amidst laughter—tasty food. "congratulations for new moment to your “lovely pack” file. you guys so happy.” folk flocked to us. but do they know? as long as we're together, we'll always be happy. ☻ 👥 0 people have voted so far. 📖 Anonymous Board

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ FROM THE SILENCE OF MELTED WINTER. ㅤㅤㅤ from the hush after winter breaks and the first pale bloom learning its own light, we move through this season as fragments stitched gently together. every small pause, every slow breath, carries the quiet echo of something soft finally unfolding. to @ancienttechne, who turned cold hours into warm outlines that lingered longer than they should. to @ejbyunn, whose drifting colors settled into our days without demanding to be seen. and to @romra @joasakurra, whose words arrived like snowfall—quiet, precise, impossible to forget. ☻ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ─────────────┄┄┄┄┄┄    ㅤㅤlet this message stay as a sign : “we weren’t searching for perfection, only the places where light lands softly.” under a sky still deciding between winter and spring, we keep going—slow, certain, waiting for whatever chooses to bloom next. ☁️ ㅤㅤㅤ