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Friday, 17 June 2011

nineteen

me and my grandparents

Last sunday, I turned 19. There was nothing too special on that day. It was just me, my parents, my grandparents, my sister (the other sis went to Jakarta for a tennis tournament) plus, endless birthday tweets and walls, uh oh and of course, my mother's birthday cookings (she is a really good cook). It was a good day, i'm glad I spent such a blissful time with my family on my birthday.

Though I really did have a blast staying at home with my family, I thought to myself, I wanted something more, I wanted to dance. So, the next day I finally decided to throw a party at a-place-I-don't-have-to-say-its-name, but is also a good dancing venue with a really great music.

me and few gurls that came way too early

udo

I wasn't allowed to bring my camera inside (and heck I don't know for what fucking reason).  At first, I was so pissed off that I had rented the place and yet I still wasn't able to take pictures. Moreover, I ordered too much drinks for us all $$$$$$-( But however, the great time I had inside made it even. People were coming, and though it was no lux and glamour, but I was having a real good time. I danced the fullest and felt like the happiest man on earth (thanks to my best friends). We finished at about 3-4 in the morning, and decided to go to Gempol to eat and redeem our heads. It was a halfway to Gempol, kemal couldn't stop throwing, and I just remembered I forgot to pick up my camera. We meant to hail back and get the camera, but kemal couldn't bare the moving car any longer. So, I had to stay with him at the street-side with ucok while the others went to get my cam. After the jump are the photos i took after I finally got my camera back. That's what I call a night.

Apparently, the party was too harsh for kemal.

Hard time hopping kemal on the car.

These two goonnies surely had a good time too.

Finally arrived at Gempol.

b-b-b-best chums

We stayed over at Udo's.

Norah Jones's was put on repeat, what a way to end such an exhausting night.

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born and raised in Indonesia, currently in progress of figuring out the essence of life through discoveries and travellings. (krissatyatulus@aol.com)