Sunday, September 7, 2014

UNFORGETTABLE DAY

Hello, I’m back! Now I will share one of my unforgettable experiences when I was at 9th grade. I was going to take photos for my school’s memory book, and then this happens.

          The photographers told us that the photo session will be on Sunday, January 19th at 9.00 a.m but it’s cancelled so I and my friends go to the mall because we don’t want to go back home early. Then the photographer told us that the photo session will be held at Friday, February 14th.

          The day had came. So after school, I and my friends went to sabuga to take photos, that day was the schedule for ‘hippies’ theme and just some of the student, and many of them are girls.

          In the middle of the photo session, I saw my boyf came and I’m shocked like ‘WHAT IS HE DOING HERE’ so I take off my wedges by reflex because I know he will tease me like ‘why are you wearing them? I know because you’re short right?’ between his laugh, lucky me he didn’t saw me wearing those painful wedges so I feel okay=))

          After the photo session, we talked a lot of funny-not important-things and finally he asked me to go home together (by public transportation). While we in front of the UNPAD Campus, he asked me ‘Do you bring much money?’ I answered ‘not so much, why?’ ‘Let’s buy some DVDs, you buy me one’ and laugh and I think like “what type of boyf are you why you just ask me to buy you a DVD” but I just say ‘okay, just for this time’ how fool am I, right? =)) after buy DVD, he didn’t want to use the ‘angkot’ again and he force me to go home by foot L how weird is he, right? But when we arrived at gasibu, I force him to use the angkot again because my feet are tired.

          And then I arrive at home, and that day is passed! I don’t know why this day is one of my ‘unforgettable’ day but everytime I remembered this moment, I always smiled. And so the story is finished. What do you think? Bored? Weird? Or what? So I want to thank u for whoever who read this not obvious story.


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