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Beberapa hari gak nge-blog, gara2nya pas mau apdet senen kemaren tiba2 lupa nge-save, padahal postingnya dah lumayan panjang ... hiks. Sekarang mah benernya lagi gak ada cerita yang seru2. Kerjaaa terus. Pulang rumah, cape, paling baca2 bentar ... terus ketiduran. Hiks, baca Da Vinci Code nya gak selesai2 neh ...

Omong2 tentang Da Vinci Code, untung juga gak beli bahasa Inggrisnya. Soalnya baca bahasa Indonesianya aja harus lumayan mikir ... hehehe ... atau seperti temen2 bilang, kita emang jadi tambah bego setelah kita kerja ya :p ? ...

Hari Minggu kemaren aku jadi beli laptop 2nd buat Mama. Nitip dibeliin, bukannya aku yang beliin. Hari Jumat sempet nanya2 di Ambasador, jadi aku pikir pas Sabtu bisa mampir bentar ke Ambasador buat beli. Eh, taunya pas hari Sabtu harus k Cibinong, nyampe Jakarta lagi dah jam setengah lima sore, itu pun dalam keadaan basah kuyub kehujanan. Mana keburu ke Ambasador ... delay deh cari laptopnya ke hari Minggu.

Tadinya aku pikir males banget ke MangDu buat cari laptop, tapi ngubek Ratu Plaza bentar gak nemu, untung temenku berbaik hati accompanying me ke MangDu ... (thanks Lus :) Ngubek sana sini bentar ... akhirnya nemu, IBM A22, P-III 800, HDD 10 GB, RAM 128, harganya 5.25 juta. Ambil deh ... Pulang2 ternyata dah sore. Lama juga yak. Ngopi2 and ngobrol ngalor ngidul bentar, trus cabut pulang. Ngantuk ... tapi belum ke Gereja. Dengan perjuangan akhirnya misa jam 7 malem.

Hhhhh, what a weekend ... Nah, sekarang dah kembali ke kesibukan normal. Besok Senen harus deliver software ke BCA neh ... sekarang masih bug fixing, but hopefully everything goes well.

Oke, sekian dulu, abis lagi gak ada yang menarik untuk diceritain sihhh. Masalah hati juga lagi datar2 aja ... huehehe ...

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