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Weekend

Udah beberapa hari nggak update niih ... :)

Weekend ku kemaren lumayan menyenangkan. Sabtu diajak temen ke Kinokuniya di Sogo PS. Waah, tokonya baru diperbesar! Luaas dan lengkap banget. Mau browsing and surfing buku bagus? Di sini tempatnya. Ada banyak buku2 yang nggak umum di Indonesia. Saking nggak umumnya aku kadang gak ngerti juga ... hehehe.
Saking asiknya buat browsing, godaannya gede banget buat nggak belanja. Sabtu itu aku nyaris keluar 200 ribu buat buku tentang travelling di Prancis. Padahal lagi bokek2nya ... Soalnya kupikir, aku nggak akan pernah keturutan untuk melihat Prancis, which is one of my dreams, jadi lewat buku boljug lah ... hahaha ... Sayang seribu sayang, tempat ini cuma asik buat browsing doang, bukan buat belanja.
Kalo capek browsing buku, di lantai yang sama ada Starbuck, menyenangkan sekali kan :) ? Hehehe ... sekali lagi, cuma sekedar impian indah di saat tanggung bulan gini. Jadi akhirnya, setelah capek liat2 buku, aku dan temenku memilih ke Food Court ajah, lalu pulang.

Malemnya aku ke Matraman, ngumpul sama Wawan dan sepupu2ku, Dik Ilud dan Mas Yoyok, Risa, Dik Yis dan Mas Cahyo dan Marinin! Hehehe ... panggilan sayangku untuk si Anindya kecil yang manis tapi ndableg kayak emaknya :)!

Minggunya ke Cibinong setelah berhasil ngebujukin sahabatku *yang namanya tidak mau ditulis karena sering disalah gunakan untuk mempopulerkan blog ini :))* untuk nganterin aku instead of nonton basket sister city. Dan baru kali itu di Cibinong tiba2 banyak banget tukang2 yang nawarin aku korden, pager, tralis, etc. Selidik punya selidik ternyata karena selama ini aku dateng ke situ selalu jalan kaki, kali ini dianterin pake mobil. Hahaha, dasar! Mobil juga mobil siapaaa ...

Pulangnya mandi, terus tidurr ... nyaman deh ... paling ada gangguan2 kecil kayak tenggorokan ku yang serak.

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