Tadinya postingan ini berjudul Balada Transjakarta. Waktu itu saya ingin mengeluhkan sekian poin kepada Transjakarta dan manajemennya. Kemudian ga selesai, karena sudah pernah ada yang membahas bahkan sampai ke seluruh aspek transportasi untuk Jakarta di sini.
Selanjutnya, saya hanya ingin menyampaikan keluhan saya kepada para pengemudi angkutan umum S11 jurusan Lebak Bulus-Pasar Minggu. Selama masih harus ngelaju dari Cilandak ke Kalibata, saya dua kali naik angkutan umum. S11 sampai Pasar Minggu, dilanjutkan M-16 sampai ke pertigaan volvo sebelum lokasi kantor proyek di Komplek BIN. Sejauh ini si S11 aja yang kelakuan sopirnya nyebelin. Pernah di awal, saya memuji-muji sopir yang mengingatkan penumpang untuk melihat-lihat jalan dulu sebelum turun.
Eh besoknya dan seterusnya sampai sekarang, kelakuan sopirnya kaga ada yang beres.
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I hate smokers. none in this world have exceeded my hatred towards smokers. I still can tolerate an atheist. but not a smoker. I even hate my dad when he’s being a smoker. thank God, he’s an occasional smoker and he doesn’t smoke in front of his children. he goes out of the room/house, smokes there.
I hate smokers. they screw not only their own life but others. remember Tika (@tikuyuz)? she died because she had Bronchopneumonia Duplex. she got that because she worked with bunch of smokers in an air-conditioned room. she died because of those smokers-asses. WHY HER? WHY NOT THEM? since then, I hate the smokers more. especially the ones who ignore the sign “NO SMOKING” in the air-conditioned room.
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Idle time is good, and bad in the same time.
good because I could do anything without being followed by whole crappy deadlines, do whatever I wanna do. without worrying it’s not gonna be finished. there is no due date, I can change the due date up to me.
bad because it makes me fatter (the line is: EAT-SLEEP-REPEAT, as my friend, Aan once said in his tweet) and moreeeee emotional. in one day, I could feel happy and sad and angry many times. wake up with smile, having brunch while yelling out, heading town with anger, wake up from afternoon nap with smile again, then go to bed with sorrows in my head.
then, I went to Bengkulu last week. I spent around 10 days in order to make me feel refresh. baaahh. boro-boroooooo. my mom and dad was busy doing that Sensus Penduduk 2010’s things, Bengkulu is not a big city and nothing I could do except, babysitting my 7-years-old sister. there is a beach near my house, actually but… it’s too crowded dan bukan semacam pantey cem di Gunung Kidul sana yg asik buat ditongkrongin. lebih mirip Pantai Padang. malls? Jogja has the better ones.
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