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Kejadian paling memalukan dalam hidup :p

Hmmm, bolak balik bolak ganti template kayak orang kurang kerjaan ... benernya ini efek rada kesel gara2 ie ku ngaco :( Gara2 pake opera, ada beberapa script yang gak support, dan bikin fleksibilitas nge-blog berkurang ... wah, sedih deh. Tapi gimana lagi, aku agak2 trauma ama ie hiks hiks ...

Daripada bersedih2 ... mendingan nginget2 kejadian2 konyol n memalukan dalam hidup aja lah ... hahaha. Tiba2 inget obrolan ama Deweu waktu ngajarin dia water trappen. Dia menuntutku buat nulis tentang obrolan seputar kejadian2 konyol itu di blog. Apa coba, dasar si Deweu :p!!

Anyway, yang aku anggap paling konyol dan memalukan seumur hidupku tuh kejadian waktu masih SD. Waktu itu aku masih kecil, tapi dah hobi renang ceritanya ... hahaha. Maklum, sejak TK sampai kelas 6 di-les-in renang,dan nyokap gak ngebolehin brenti segimanapun aku bosen. Hiks hiks, kebayang gak sih.

Nah, critanya aku dah mulai bisa gaya punggung. Itu tuh, yang jalannya mundur ke belakang. Terus kan aku suka iseng, nyobain di tengah kolam, gak peduli mundurnya nabrak2 :p ... Tapi suatu ketika ... *duh malu banget waktu itu, tapi lucu banget buat diinget2 ...* aku lagi nyobain gaya itu, dan tiba2 *plung*, gak sengaja tanganku nabrak suatu benda, lebih tepatnya, masuk ke dalamnya. Tau gak sih, tanganku masuk ke celananya mas mas yang lagi renang ... aduuuuh, kena pantatnya deh kalo gak salah waktu itu ... hehehe ... maluuuuuu banget :p ... tapi untungnya statusku waktu itu 'anak kecil' huehehe ... jadi tidak termasuk pelecehan seksual. Lha wong sengaja aja enggak kok! Asli, bagaimana mungkin sengaja, wong aku jalannya mundur, gak tau ada makhluk cowok di belakangku :))

Berbulan2 aku gak berani cerita kejadian itu ke siapapun ... sampai akhirnya aku cerita ke Etien, sobat SD ku. Dan ngakaklah dia, tertawa terpingkal2 mendengar cerita konyol itu. Bertahun-tahun sesudah itu, aku dah nyaris lupa kejadian itu. Sampai 2 minggu yll waktu ngajarin si Deweu - buset, ternyata lebih gampang praktek daripada ngajarin orang :p - tiba2 inget kejadian itu, dan kita berdua tertawa terpingkal2 .... :))

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