moved

hey! i guess i’m moving to another platform. it will be the last though. here it is,

scribbled world.

can’t resist!

i just can’t resist the tempation to write about what just happened to me.

eniweis, i went to my KM (Komunitas Sel Mesianik/Messianic Cell Community) with my friend, Dora. And so, I am also going home with her. We went home at 10 pm and when we just passed the market in taman griya, suddenly there’s was this noise coming from the rear tire. I was so scared because I thought something was wrong with the motorbike and that we would reach home late. So then we stopped in front of Dailymart. It turned out that the chain was off from its place (i don’t what it’s called ). We both had no phone credit and most of the shops were closed. So we walked to find a bengkel, and at the same time to find phone credit seller, because we thought the one near Dailymart was already closed. After walking around, greeted by anonymous people, scared because of empty and dark houses, we went to the place where we left the motorbike. Thank God Dora’s father was repairing the motorbike and thank God, again, because it’s not a really serious problem. But still. We traded motorbikes because we were scared that it would happen again when we go uphill.

So then we left taman griya at about 10.30 pm. AMAZINGLY, there was a raid in Unud, so then we had stop again. Dora took her license and the vehicle registration letter out, but it turned out that the police was just looking at our baggage. uugghh!

so, chronologically, it started with blackout in my suburb. Then the KM that’s full with laughter. Then the broken motorbike. Walk around. Greeted by anonymous people. Scared by the empty and dark houses. Motorbike trade. Baggage raid. And finally, home sweet home.

oh! and i also found this on RedBubble, art piece by Jegustavsen. But apparently I can’t upload the file, so just look here.