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Halal Bihalal 2011

Yooo blog, apa kabar? Kamu sudah halal bihalal belum sama blog-blog yang lain? Today I visited 5 houses:
  • Cilandak - Rumah Ibu Ulfa
  • Cipayung - Rumah Mama Mimi
  • Rempoa - Rumah Mama Tini
  • TMII - Rumah Opa Farouq
Oke, sorry gue berley alias berlebay, ternyata cuma 4 rumah, cuma gempornya parah. Bayangin boy dari Cilandak ke Cipayung ke Rempoa ke TMII. So, gini ceritanya, aku bangun jam 8, sudah disuruh buru-buru mandi dan dress up sama daddy and I already knew pasti telat, pasti siang banget berangkatnya dan itu adalah benar. Ayah pake jemput kakak dulu di rumah mertua karena dia sudah gelisah (si kakak) mau beol. Kakak dan suaminya nyampe rumah jam 12 siang, haduhh basi deh halal bihalal... untung ik sama mama so bafoto duluan.


and fyi, blog, ini si mama yang minta bafoto, bukan inisiatif aku. yihii... si mama juga yang narik-narik gorden sampe akhirnya jebol, runtuh. Dan ini kan bafoto nya pake timer ya, as you know aku ngga punya tripod, kamu tau, si mama yang inisiatif nyusun buku, make up case, apapun untuk mendapatkan frame yang dia inginkan. Ngga sempet foto sama kakak karena sampe rumah dia langsung bakar rokok dan masuk toilet.

On the way ke Cilandak, gila macet parah di Organon dan Deplu. Nyampe Cilandak kayaknya udah jam 2. Aku makan sepiring opor ayam dan setengah gelas es buah. Kakak makan DUA PIRING KUAH BUGIS
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