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3.Weekend #36

HAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! *hugs* *cipikacipiki*

Aku lama nggak nge-blog. Kenapa? Karena entahlah:/ . Aku mau cerita tentang weekend bareng classmate nih. hihi..

Sunday, 24th of May 2015

Aku dan kawan2 Sembilan Ichii jalan kaki ke Balikpapan. Kita ngapain ? Cari duit? Nggaklah! Cari jodoh? Bisa jadi. Cari masalah? Mungkin. Yang bener, kita cari keseruan!

First stop kita di Lamin Etam km 28. Nggak tau di mana itu. Soalnya pas di jalan aku tidur tau2 udah nyampe aja. Pokonya kira2 satu jam dari atap sekolah. Naik bus nya berasa naik rollercoaster *padahal belom pernah naik* *soktau* *lanjut*. Jadi temen2 pada teriak2. Yang cowok heboh kayak baru pertama kali naik bus. Yang cewek diem pada bobo cantik,

Trus kita nyampe. Disana seru banget gilak terwakwaw sumpah *lebay* . Aku naik flying fox. Pertama deg-degan. Takut jatoh ke kolam di bawahnya. Tapi alhamdulillah selamat, sehat walafiat, panjang umur, banyak rejeki *selametan 7 hari*.

Sebenernya aku nggak jelas banget di sana. Cuma keliling liatin orang2 jalan. Abisnya bingung mau ngapain. Tapi tetep asik dan seru.

Yang ada di Balikpapan, Samarinda dan sekitarnya Datang ya! Ntar ketemu aku yang baik hati suka menabung dan tidak sombong.


Last stop kita di Pantai Manggar. Gatau? cari aja di Google Maps! Di sana ada air. Rasanya asin, kalo nggak percaya cobain sendiri. Keliling sambil liatin ombak, ngerasain pasir pantai *read:di injek, bukan di cobain*, terus waktu di ujung aku sama temen nemu cowok cakep. Berhenti, sok2 lewat mondar-mandir. Hahahah, tokek dugong cicak melayang Ifah.

Terus akhirnya kita naik kapal. Aku di pojok hampir jatoh. Kapalnya goyang2. Aku ketawa2. Temen sebelah aku katanya mual, mungkin dia mabok laut. Terus dia ngerengek minta turun. Kalo ini bus mungkin bisa di turunin di halte jalan. Tapi ini kapal. Masa iya mau di turunin di atas karang kan nggak mungkin. Kayak orang terdampar jadinya.


>Regina, sylvi, hanik, Momon, Aku, Hana (yg pegang kamera)<
abaikan Ifah.


Terus kita turun. Aku sama temen jalan lagi, katanya mau liat cowok cakep tadi. Ternyata waktu balik udah nggak ada. Akhirnya kita jalan balik. Di tengah jalan ada temen2 yang lagi main. Gatau namanya apa, aku lupa. Kotak gitu terus kita lompatin. Ya gitulah. Tapi kotaknya kegedean, kalo lompat mungkin bikin celana sobek. Aku liatin aja..

Terus kita mulai lelah dan balik jam 4.30 sore.

Perjalanan pulang lebih cepet dari berangkat. Yang awalnya naik rollercoaster berubah jadi jetcoaster. Alhamdulillah nyampe di rumah dengan selamat abis isya.

Weekend yang seru!!! Kapan-kapan jalan lagi ya kawan!! :D. haha siapa yg bayar?






Oh ya itu rekreasi nya beberapa anak kelas lain juga gabung :)
Love you Kyu Ichii :*

Bye,


Ifah

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