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Whatsup lately?

Not much :) Tapi omong2 gw lama nggak nulis. Nah, gw cerita aja tentang 2 "anak" gw. Sejak gw pindah ke Centre Ave, gw jadi "single mother" dengan 2 "anak" :p, si kurus dan si gemuk. Resminya mereka adalah temen2 kerja gw, sesama anak Informatika ITB yang terdampar di Pittsburgh.

Si sulung alias si kurus tidak terlalu merepotkan. Mungkin dia tidak terlalu merepotkan karena tidak suka makan ya :p Saking kurusnya, dulu gw lebih kenal nama panggilan dia "skeleton" dibanding nama aslinya :p *piss man :p*. Si kurus ini sukanya programming dan nyela gw (baca: melakukan mental abuse terhadap seniornya ini) sebagai balas dendam karena dulu gw katanya senior paling kejam waktu nge-os dia. Si kurus ini lumayan pinter masak, jadi kalo lagi males masak gw bisa nodong masakannya. Tapi ati2 kalo masak di depan dia, gak perfect dikit aja, dia bisa ngomel2 panjang lebar. Capeee deh :p

Nah, yang nomer dua alias si gendut ini, yang bikin gara2 dan bikin panggilan "mom" ke gw. Karena tinggi besar dan agak2 tanned :D, kalo lagi di bis dia selalu dilirik2 sama cewek2 kulit hitam (kayaknya mereka nganggep dia sebagai prince charming :p) Sayangnya dia nggak mau ngaku bahwa dia bangga dilirik2 sama ce2 itu. Dia lebih suka ngeliatin cewek2 "bule anak bawang" - kayak dia bukan anak bawang aja :p Si gendut ini makannya banyak, hobinya bikin bangkrut restaurant all u can eat. Karena body mass nya yang lebih dari rata2 orang lain, nggak gampang bikin dia high dengan ngasih dia minuman beralkohol (orang laen boleh dah haha hihi, tapi buat dia, alkohol nya dengan mudah terserap ke segala penjuru tubuh, hehehe).

Untung juga ada si kurus dan si gendut di kantor dan di apartment ini. Ruangan 6029 (ruangan kami bertiga) menjadi ruangan paling berisik di jurusan Health Information Management. Rame booo. Di apartment, walaupun mereka gak satu lantai ma gw, tapi at least gw ada temen buat pergi ke grocery shop dan nggak cengok kalo lagi sepi. Ruginya? Ya, rugi2 dikitlah. Makanan gw lebih cepet abis, terutama kalo si gendut mampir. Barusan gw goreng tempe, eh, dah hampir amblas :p

Sayangnya gw gak ada foto ber3 bareng mereka. Tar deh kalo ada, disusulin posting di sini.

Comments

Anonymous said…
hihihih.. seneng dong ada temen...

pa kabar jeng.. mami mita? ;)
Anonymous said…
that's what friends are for... Mom :)

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