100 km journey
I won't ever forget the journey that i always do every weekend. The journey i never imagine before. Every Friday and Monday early morning, i am like a commuter train. i go back to SBY then back to SPG again. It looks quite near. A two hours journey, it is easy and near not too far. Hey, wake up!! Riding my best companion, my best motor bike is going through the wind of SBY-SPG. Big local caravan, trucks in very careless speed, motor bikes like a moto gp racing are my everyday view when i am rolling my roles as the commuter man. Then, the freezing wind that runs into every single my bones and epidermis. That's the reality i have to face every weekend.
Friday, the day i always wait cause it's the time to celebrate weekend in SBY. Living in SPG just for weekend. Haha..that's too ridiculous. Yeah, that's the fact. it's not only me but my roommate too. We are the weekend lover. Everyday's just the days for weekend. On friday, i go for working as usual. After friday praying, going back to SBY is the most precious moment since i start to work in SPG. In the beginning, the cultural shock attacks me like a bullet shoots into my forehead. Doom...DOOm..Blash..maybe that's how i describe it.In SBY, i usually live in a crowded, busy all day long city. Then, i am like to be abandoned in a quiet and silent city. At night, no body crowds the city, no mall decorates the city view, no complete sport facilities. Arghhh....that's like sky and Earth. I really wanna go back to SBY, the city of everything.
The lovely Friday then The cursed Monday, this is the day i have to go back to SPG to this quiet city. Very early morning, i start to ride my motor bike to a hundred kilometer journey. It has been the habit in the last five months.Going back and going back again. life is like turning table. This journey i hate the most. The journey i have never imagined. But This journey i won't ever leave as my valuable lesson in my life. How hard your life is, i must be harder than the life is.
Friday, the day i always wait cause it's the time to celebrate weekend in SBY. Living in SPG just for weekend. Haha..that's too ridiculous. Yeah, that's the fact. it's not only me but my roommate too. We are the weekend lover. Everyday's just the days for weekend. On friday, i go for working as usual. After friday praying, going back to SBY is the most precious moment since i start to work in SPG. In the beginning, the cultural shock attacks me like a bullet shoots into my forehead. Doom...DOOm..Blash..maybe that's how i describe it.In SBY, i usually live in a crowded, busy all day long city. Then, i am like to be abandoned in a quiet and silent city. At night, no body crowds the city, no mall decorates the city view, no complete sport facilities. Arghhh....that's like sky and Earth. I really wanna go back to SBY, the city of everything.
The lovely Friday then The cursed Monday, this is the day i have to go back to SPG to this quiet city. Very early morning, i start to ride my motor bike to a hundred kilometer journey. It has been the habit in the last five months.Going back and going back again. life is like turning table. This journey i hate the most. The journey i have never imagined. But This journey i won't ever leave as my valuable lesson in my life. How hard your life is, i must be harder than the life is.
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