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What's in my bag?

Dapet lemparan dari yanti buat cerita apa aja yang ada di tasku :) Oh well, benernya biasa-biasa aja kok, hehehe



Sejak dari Jakarta, tas ini paling sering kubawa kemana-mana. Kecil tapi muat banyak, praktis buat dibawa-bawa, gak cepet kotor, n tahan air. Dulu temen-temen kostku sering nyela aku kalo dah dandan rapi buat ke gereja, tapi tas yang dibawa teteppp aja tas yang satu ini. Ternyata, biarpun dicela-cela, tas ini setia menemani sampai ke Pittsburgh lho :)

Lihat barang-barang bawaanku sehari-hari, dikit ya? Hehehe, jangan salah. Aku biasa bawa-bawa dua tas sekaligus, this one, and a backpack. Jadi kayak kura-kura yang bawa rumahnya kemana-mana. I don't want to, but I should bring my big laptop :(. Beraat.

Nah, sekarang, mo crita apa lagi neh? Standar aja kan ya bawaanku : dompet, flash disk, sisir, karet rambut, body mist, my nokia 3660, n yang enggak kepotret, kamera digital. Biar sewaktu-waktu bisa motret gitu :D

Dompetnya, still the same one. Dah hampir jebol gara2 kebanyakan koin. Ada yang mo beliin :D ? Flash disknya, masih yang lama juga, cuma 128. Sisir, karet rambut, n body mist : biar tomboy, ini perlengkapan standar, hahaha. My nokia 3660 ini juga dah lama setia nemenin aku. Saking setianya sering banget kebanting2, bener2 tahan banting. Last but not least, kamera digital, ini nih yang penting, biar sewaktu2 bisa motret kalo nemu momen or objek bagus :)

Nah, berhubung gak ada ide lagi, sekian dulu aja yaaa. Dan mo dilempar ke siapa? Hmmm, enggak dulu kali ya :)

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