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Monday, September 22, 2008 Monday, September 22, 2008
food food and more food.

oh god.
im so stupid.
i wrote this post ages ago and forgotten to publish it.



Hello there.
On Saturday me, my sis and dad headed off to batam.
Need to visit the relatives on my mom's side before rayer.
Oh the drama.
I TRAVELLED WITH AN EXPIRED PASSPORT.
Okay not really expired uhh.
Its gonna expired in 5 months time.
And the rule is the passport expire 6 months before the actual expiry date.
Get it??
So in the ferry daddy was teaching me what to say if the immigration officer ask.

The conversation between the officer and me:
him: What are you doing here?(he spoke in english when i obviously understand indonesian!")
me: Uhh. Visiting my grandmother. Ehh!!. Jumpe nenek. (i didnt want to mcm action nak bebual english kan)
him: Are you alone?(urghh nak step english lagi)
me: No. Im with my dad.
he stared at me, i stared at him for about 5 minutes.
then my dad came and the staring continues.
like WTH?
Finally my dad spoke and bargained with him to let me go.










Arrived at my grandmother house and the first thing i saw was: MASITA'S SHRINE(as qouted by my sister.)
SEE.
its a cross-stitching of my name and birthdate.
and beside the flower, the gold frame- ITS MY PICTURE!
and it really looks like a shrine
AHAHAH!!!
And so i was told that i have a new cousin.
Hello NUR ASHIFA EKA SAPUTRI (what a name!)
Welcome to the family!




The next day we went shopping.
My aunt said she wanted to buy us clothes because we RARELY meet and they want to do something for us.
On sunday we headed back home.
And guess what?
I had the same immigration officer again.
And now he just smiled.
Oh btw daddy said HI!