almanak penggenggam sang hujan

setelah sekian lama menghela nafas di khayangan,

saatnya ku turun main layangan,

setelah sekian lama mengulum rindu mengucap janji,

saatnya ku rebah dalam sembah,

bulir keringat beradu sendu,

tak pelak hadir pula sang waktu.

menggelinjang manja

menggoda.

berdiri bulu kakiku,

menyambut luapan air.

banjir.

This is My Society. How's Yours?

Society.

Being raised bounded to the "materialism" and "wealth" believes.

Someone is success if he or she accomplishes such level of wealthiness.

Someone is success if he or she is in the state of being rich and affluent; having a plentiful supply of material goods and money.

Someone is success if he or she has majestic property that has economic utility: a monetary value or an exchange value.

Someone is success if he or she has an abundance of material possessions and resources.

I, you, we, they

are

fascinated of the glimmering money and social status.

The gaps between the haves and the have-nots are in to a limb.

The green-eyed monsters are splattered all-around the isles of islands.

The joyless-eyed paupers are dashed hastily into the minuscule holes.

People are in a rush to compete who's having what.

Coup,

Why can't we just enjoy what we have now?

RWD: Cascading Thru the Window Sill..

This afternoon

This foolishly over-flown thought

This ambiguous idea

This idea of you and I

Across the sea.

a subtle mind: finer nuances :)

a brief summary up until this exact second I jotted down my thoughts:

being thankful is all that matters.













first post in 2015.
inhale negativity, exhale positivity.
don't worry, be happy. :')

Menggila dalam Sepersekian Detik.

jerit
ingin aku menjerit
diri bagai terhimpit
laiknya mata menyipit
gurau di ujung jalan 
bercerita kepadaku
gardu di perempatan
memanggil namaku
dunia gila
ya,
dunia gila
terjerembab raga
masuki lembah nista
seketika mengumpat
tertangkap bajing loncat
hilang kesadaran
telanjang
bulat
kaki terlipat
persimpangan jalan
rumah baruku

monday madness
21052007

dan, lalu, kemudian, hilang.

tetapi kemudian aku hilang.

sejurus kemudian aku bimbang.

namun kemudian dia datang.

lalu kemudian membawaku pulang.

hingga kemudian barisan kata ini tertuju untukmu, KRL sayang.

dan kemudian lari lajulah ke tanah abang.

Photos: Life of Chasing Butterfly

photos taken by victorpuguh

Sat, April 12th, 2014

Nearby you. Yes, you.

Sore ze Band: Whirling Thru Cultic Music

) ) ) M Y  E Y E S  G O T  S O R E (D) ( ( (

Price The Lorde!

Summarecon Mall Serpong

Thursday, May 1st, 2014

instantly got ear-gasm and eye-gasm.

OH, MAN!

seriously, as the end result of a succession
after 9 years fan-girling, I WATCHED SORE's LIVE PERFORMANCE!!!

T'was just totally MAGNIFYING!!!

I got Sore's newest album, contains their selected tracks and one new song entitled "SSSST..."

I also took some photographs with 'em!

HEAVEN.........

Lemme hear you sing!

"...and I'm so GLAD you're mine..."

with Bang Ade.. :))

with Bang Awan.. :))

He noticed my Beatles' Hello-Goodbye Tees.

Thanks to dhimagine for giving me this bloody awesome tees FOR FREE :))

Bang Awan said, "KAOSNYA KEREN!"

IN THE LIMELIGHT!

with Bang Echa.. :))

He's undoubtedly kindhearted and very pretty yet soooooo extraordinarily handsome!!!

oh, those photos of my foolish-looking face!

what's being a truly lamentable state was that I couldn't have any chance to take another foolish-looking face with Bang Bemby..

I was on my 11th grade at that time, when I first peripherally listened to "Somos Libres". It was back in 2005, as I withdrew. I began to unconsciously sing the song by no means. It turned out to me that I soon began savoring the song's radically distinctive ambiance and conspicuous harmony.

ATM, we still had MTv on the national television channel. I ran into this video clip of "Somos Libres" and I found out that Sore was the band behind those pleasingly music.
I started to request "Somos Libres" in one of capitalistic youth-segmented radio in Solo. Even one of the radio DJ noticed me since I always requested the same song. One evening, (Wednesday, October 25th, 2006) my ex surprisingly came to my house bringing me a bouquet of red roses and Sore's very first album, "CENTRALISMO"

MUEHEHE, I used to call him, "My Bxx" :P

SORE - Indonesian Indie Band Symphonizing Oldie Goldie Pop Sound

from my own way of regarding topics, as a common people who don't really perceive and comprehend the nature and significance of musicality, I was simply being hypnotized by Sore's euphony. Sore is a Jakarta-based indie band that is totally unique and outstanding. They classify their music genre as "Indonesiana Rock Revival" and I don't really get it. Their musical variety is just indescribable. It's exceptionally beyond a kind of sort; they are one of a kind, at least for me. LOL. 

They are heavily influenced by The Beatles, Morrissey, Steely Dan, Interpol, Gino Vannelli, Frank Zappa, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Smashing Pumpkins, Sonic Youth, Procol Harum, America, Paul Simon, Burt Bacharach, Charles Mingus, Miles Davis, Ludwig van Beethoven, Masaru Satoh, Krzysztof Komeda, Michael Franks, Gil Evans. Enriched by similarly obsecure harmony from  Eggstone, Andrew Bird, Arcade Fire, Badly Drawn Boy, Last Shadow Puppets, Beirut, The Wondermints. 

Their music is a pleasing combination of elements in a whole which is adorned by any melodious strings and brass instruments. Sore comprises 4-main members who are all multi-instrumentalist and are able to play their guitars and bases left-handed-ly. Some of them deliberately claimed their-selves ambidextrous. (I can't remember, either Ade, Echa, Awan, or Ade and Echa, or Awan and Echa, haha, nervermind). All of the members take part as vocalist, too. To a very great extent, it's so obviously mind-blogging having different vocals divulging different tones wrapped in one album. PERPLEXING! 

SORE's first album received mostly critical receptions. The Time Magazine Asia admitted the existence of 'CENTRALISMO' as "One of Five Asian Albums Worth Buying", and ranked number 40 in "150 Greatest Indonesian Albums of All Time" in the Rolling Stone Indonesia magazine. Their second album entitled 'PORTS OF LIMA' (Aksara Records - 2008) got great critical acclaim. It was voted "Best Album of 2008' (number one) by the Rolling Stone Indonesia magazine.  

Sore, first renowned.

from left to right: Bemby Gusti Pramudya, Ade Firza Paloh, Awan Garnida, Ramondo Gascaro, and Reza Dwiputranto. Additional player: Dono Firman.

Sore, nowadays.

Mondo left the band to concentrate on his own project.

my favorite tracks:

*Centralismo*

Mata Berdebu

Somos Libres

No Fruits for Today

Etalase

Lihat

*Ports of Lima*

Bogor Biru

Senyum dari Selatan

ESSENSIMO

Setengah Lima 

Vrijeman

Apatis Ria

Karolina

IMHO, Sore is not merely a band; it's a cult. It's my object of such devotion. It serves me that kind of disposition, a strong feeling; implies some control over my own thinking, actions, and emotions.

 udah ah, cape!

yuk mari, ngopi!

wassalam!

:))

#np: Sore ze Band - SSSST...

READ THESE!
Is this the twilight for Sore? by Felix Dass
SORE: Breaking Dusk

current circumstance, I bet you even know.

When your realism confronts your idealism.

Why It Has to be "A Cup of Trembling"?

It was back in 2011 when I decided to change my blog's address into acupoftrembling.blogspot.com. As I recalled, I was in my favorite-class-everrr, which was American Culture and Literature, conducted by Pak Kirk Branch. I have always had and always will have an immense interest towards literature and artworks, that's why I never skipped any single meeting of these lit classes (well, wait, did I? LOL). To quote one of The Beatles' song, Across the Universe,

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai Guru Deva OM~

this stanza depicts the circumstance I endured when I was attending Amlit's lectures. Coming empty-headed, going out fully-loaded and enriched with various knowledge transferred thru the discussions. Each discussion we had every week was capable enough in arousing our interest or curiosity towards each topic or story or poem. Well, this Tuesday 4-6 pm class was at first terrorize me. Why is that so? What the hey ho! I never had Pak Kirk's class before, besides, the other students enrolled in this class were typically having 'brutal' study track records and on their state of being held in high esteem and honour. One Tuesday, we were having a fascinating discussion on a short story by James Baldwin entitled "Sonny's Blues" (1957). You can download the pdf version of Sonny's Blues here. We were deciphering the closing part of it.

Sonny's Blues is a story written in the first-person singular narrative style. The story opens with the narrator, who reads about his younger brother named Sonny who has been caught in a heroin bust. The narrator then goes about his day; he is a teacher at a school in Harlem. However, he cannot get his mind off Sonny. He thinks about all the boys in his class, who don’t have bright futures and are most likely doing drugs, just like Sonny. After school, he meets a friend of Sonny’s, who tells him that they will lock him up and make him detox, but eventually he will be let out and be all alone.

I got a very vivid and open-ended interpretation from here:

At the very end of the story, the narrator has come to watch Sonny play piano at a nightclub, and it seems that he finally sees how talented his brother is. But more importantly, he also seems to see that music is a part of Sonny. It's something he has to have in his life in order to function. As a gesture of this new understanding, the narrator sends Sonny a drink, which he places above him on the piano as he plays. This creates a striking image for the narrator: "For me, then, as they began to play again, it glowed and shook above my brother's head like the very cup of trembling" (239).

The "cup of trembling" is a biblical reference from the Book of Isaiah 51:22 

Thus saith thy Lord the Lord, and thy God that pleadeth the cause of his people, Behold, I have taken out of thine hand the cup of trembling, even the dregs of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again.

Scholars and critics tend to interpret this passage as God's expression of forgiveness and humankind's opportunity for redemption – God has essentially removed the temptation that initially created his anger. For this reason literary critics often read the ending of "Sonny's Blues" as a symbol of Sonny's redemption. 

After hearing and trying to decode this message infused, I felt like I was going under a spell. It shed a light on me then finally I started blogging again and changed my blog's address into this cup of trembling thingy. Referring to this allusion, I got the illusion of getting myself redeemed and was removed from something perilous. Speaking of which, I don't want to just feel the ambiance of this allusion, to drown in the act of deluding; deception by creating illusory ideas, but also to create, post, and savor feasible ideas of perfection brings forth in imperfections. 

AMERICAN CULTURE AND LITERATURE YEAR 2011 FULL CASTS:

  

from left to right:
Adit (big guy wearing stripes shirt)
One of the SoE's Three Musketeers. (sorry, I forget your name, pal.....)
Mas 2006ers. (I also forget his name :D)
Ogie (black jacket)
Ligar (grey tees and stripes jacket)
ADI PRATAMA, meeen! (stripes shirt)
Kokoh 2006ers. (lali, aku laliii)
Pak Kirk Branch
The always happy and cheerful, the famous George (bald, skinhead)
The joyful noise! Wida (hands on cheek)
Partner in crime, Antonia (chubby!)
Christian (Nike jacket)

the crouchings, left to right:
The Man of the Match! Offin
Dewi
The Scholar! Ikka (flowery shirt)
Dian
Butet
Cutest friend! Konjel (blue flannel)
MEH! Nyssa :)))))))

down on their knees, left to right:
2007ers
mba 2006ers
The popular gal, Yuandhita:)))

Dari Coelho, Lewat Brida.. #2

T: Jadi, kalau begitu, apa gunanya mencari jawaban?

J: Kita tidak mencari jawaban. Kita menerima, lalu hidup menjadi lebih intens, lebih bercahaya, karena kita memahami setiap menit, setiap langkah yang kita ambil, memiliki arti yang lebih dalam dari sekedar diri kita sendiri. Kita menyadari di suatu tempat dalam ruang dan waktu, pertanyaan ini sesungguhnya memiliki jawaban. Kita menyadari bahwa memang ada alasan untuk keberadaan kita di sini, dan bagi kita, itu sudah cukup.

Thanks for Warning Me. :)

Prolog:

going a bit mainstream. I just can't crack his code. he's just so unfair. well, might be me, tho. bewilder me, sun of a beach.

".......... and I still don't know why, WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH?"

Alas, Dallas Buyers Club.

I was on my motorcycle when the thought of having this movie I've just watched jotted down and posted it on my blog. It was quite-good-rather-boring movie, for me.

D A L L A S  B U Y E R S  C L U B

Directed by	Jean-Marc Vallée
Produced by	Robbie Brenner Rachel Winter
Written by	Craig Borten Melisa Wallack
Starring	Matthew McConaughey Jennifer Garner Jared Leto
Cinematography	Yves Bélanger
Editing by	John Mac McMurphy (Pseudonym for Jean-Marc Vallée) Martin Pensa
Studio	Truth Entertainment Voltage Pictures
Distributed by	Focus Features
Release dates	September 7, 2013 (TIFF) November 1, 2013 (United States)
Running time	116 minutes
Country	United States

Cast Matthew McConaughey as Ron Woodroof Jennifer Garner as Dr. Eve Saks Jared Leto as Rayon Denis O'Hare as Dr. Sevard Steve Zahn as Tucker Michael O'Neill as Richard Barkley Dallas Roberts as David Wayne Griffin Dunne as Dr. Vass Kevin Rankin as T. J. Bradford Cox as "Sunflower" (Rayon's Lover) John Tabler as Rick Ferris

ASTOUNDING, yet kinda drilling. That word came forward after I watched this movie. In some ways I found this movie conveyed an upstanding biopic which required the two main actors to transform dramatically representing the character by body metamorphoses, speech, action and gestures.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...

Matthew McConaughey as Ron Woodroof. 

Where have all those bulky arms gone? :P

 Jared Leto as Rayon

GEEZ! He's got Cara Delevigne's THIGH GAP! MY EYES!

 

 

well, what would have happened if the director, Jean-Marc Vallée, really cast a trans-gender woman as Rayon? I bet it would arouse critical and sincere comment from LGBT community. well, just a thought.

Here's the movie info from Focus Features

"Matthew McConaughey stars in DALLAS BUYERS CLUB as real-life Texas cowboy Ron Woodroof, whose free-wheeling life was overturned in 1985 when he was diagnosed as HIV-positive and given 30 days to live. These were the early days of the AIDS epidemic, and the U.S. was divided over how to combat the virus. Ron, now shunned and ostracized by many of his old friends, and bereft of government-approved effective medicines, decided to take matters in his own hands, tracking down alternative treatments from all over the world by means both legal and illegal. Bypassing the establishment, the entrepreneurial Woodroof joined forces with an unlikely band of renegades and outcasts - who he once would have shunned - and established a hugely successful "buyers' club." Their shared struggle for dignity and acceptance is a uniquely American story of the transformative power of resilience. (c) Focus Features"

This epic biopic movie moved me but not really pathetic. Getting off with the uh-oh sound of Ron made love to two unknown women, it was quite surprise me, LOL. Inside the cinema, there were only approx 12 people watching, and three of them, including me, we were the only women. thank goodness i wasn't alone that nite. and we all were like, "WHOA, what on earth was that?"

Thru the movie, we were surely impressed by McConaughey's and Leto's acting abilities. Their portrayal to the characters (Rayon was fictional, tho, according to some sources) was immensely splendid, indeed. No wonder why at the 71st Golden Globe Awards, they won Best Actor – Motion Picture – Drama and Best Supporting Actor – Motion Picture respectively.

Despite bits of its draggy dialogs and irksome scenes, the message transmitted quite successfully. As an AIDS-infected, Ron's struggle was not a happy-ending one. He became the doctor for his own medication and helped others with the disease to be the subject to his own specified treatment or analysis of HIV-AIDS illegally medicine in the US at that time. In addition, Rayon's character was intravenously injected an undeniable quality of being open and truthful; not deceitful or hypocritical trans. Rayon graciously enclosed a sucker punch of mere, meek, and touché extravagant drama in which action is more salient than characterization. Sweet, tender, yet much inflictive and enchanting.

here's a spoiler, hahaha. no kidding.

would you be the reason WHY I smile?

my so called uncertain nature or significance; or (often) intended to mislead. pervasive misleading.

"What a bloody nuisance."

Can't agree more, Daria.

Are You Mingier Than A Summer Finn?

*opening track*

now playing: Regina Spektor - Us.

Here by, I summed up some noteworthy dialogs, lines, and narrations from the movie that I'd never get bored to watch, might be for the 500th time(s) of 500 days of summer.

Author (((edited)))

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you XXX. BEACH.

Narration

• This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie The Graduate. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parents' marriage she'd only loved two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and feel nothing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

• Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.

• If Tom had learned anything, it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple Earthly event. Coincidence, that's all anything ever is. Nothing more, than coincidence. Tom had finally learned there are no miracles, there is no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now. Tom was... he was pretty sure.

Tom

• People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.
• Why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that lasts forever, like a greeting card.
• You never wanted to be anybody's girlfriend, and now you're someone's wife?
• Either she's an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or... she's a robot.
• I need to know that you're not gonna wake up tomorrow morning and feel differently.
• It's these cards and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all lies and the heartache, everything. 
• This is lies. We are liars. Think about it. Why do people buy cards? It's not because they want to say how they feel. People buy cards because they can't say they feel or are afraid to. And we provide the service that let's them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. Or at least let them speak for themselves. Right? 

Tom vs Summer

Summer: We're just fr...
Tom      : [Interrupting]
Tom      : No! Don't pull that with me! This is not how you treat your friend! Kissing in the copy room? Holding hands in IKEA? Shower sex? Come on! Friends my balls!

and this one is the one really characterized by often poignant difference or incongruity between what is expected and what actually is~

Summer: We've been like Sid and Nancy for months now.
Tom      : Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy, seven times with a kitchen knife, I mean we have some disagreements but I hardly think I'm Sid Vicious.
Summer: No I'm Sid.
Tom      : Oh, so I'm Nancy...
[Pancakes arrive]
Summer: Let's just eat and we'll talk about it later. Mmm, that is good, I'm really glad we did this. I love these pancakes... what?
[Tom gets up and walks away from the table]
Summer: Tom, don't go! You're still my best friend!

Narrator 

Tom walked to her apartment, intoxicated by the promise of the evening. He believed that this time his expectations would align with reality...  

Summer

• I just kept thinking..."Tom was right". It just wasn't me you were right about.
• There's no such thing as love. It's a fantasy.
• Colour my life with the chaos of trouble. -quoted from Belle & Sebastian in Summer's high school yearbook.

Dialogs

Vance: I don't mean to pry but... does this have something to do with Summer leaving?

Tom: Who?

Vance: My assistant... Tom, everyone knows. Never mind... and the reason I'm asking is because lately, your work performance seems to be... a little bit off.

Tom: I'm not following.

Vance: Okay, here's something that you wrote last week... "Roses are red, violets are blue... fuck you whore."

Taglines

• Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love. Girl doesn't. (((GIRL, TOO!!!)))
• This is not a love story. This is a story about love.
• It was almost like falling in love.

 whoops, we're not stopping there, check out!

WWYD?

What Would YOU Do?

and so?

 

The temporal end?

 thanks, Summer. you made my day. should I aspire you? *toilet flush*

I was kinda being preoccupied with these two characters; Tom Hansen and Summer Finn. They're just, like, indulged of something that is not perceived as real and is not present to the senses. I found this unfeignedly article that I think was really disturbingly provocative. I don't wanna be you, Summer Finn. PERIOD. FULL STOP.

*closing track*

#nowplaying: Regina Spektor - Hero.

W H A T?

you got it right, D. 

you do too, right?

you, yes you. 

Traveling 101: Trippy Trip to Bandoengsche

Been drowning here and there by the piles of students' werk, finally I could step into this undeniably sweet escapism.

 

Couple weeks ago, I got the chance to visit the absobloodylootely indiest city in Indonesia, BANDOENGSCHE (((so far, AFAIK, IMHO))) I've been waiting like forever for those days to come. Me and my truly amazing friends @Antoniatztztz and @cicuph have planned to stay in Bandung for 3 days and two nights. T'was a some-sorta backpacker trip, so we have sorted places we'd like to pay a brief visit without paying too much. hahaha. Since @cicuph lives in Bandung, we took an advantage of getting her as a for-free tour guide *fingers crossed~

First thing we did before we sailed there was finding a hostel or motel to stay, at affordable price, of course.We ended up at Samudra Hotel. It's located on Cihampelas 274. We spent IDR 340k for 3 days 2 nights. The room's quite neat and clean for an un-air-conditionered one (Bandung is already freezing cold in the morning and at night). The rate included 2 breakfast set for 2 days. We were cautious openly distrustful and unwilling to confide what hotel we stayed in. Why? Because we saw lotsa young love birds came in back and forth. I was kinda (((kepo))) so I took a long fixed look at their ring fingers, intending to see a ring, but there's nothing. So the telly apparently got it right. Moral degradation. Present generation. It might be you, might be me. Blimey.

The place to sleep: CHECK.

How to get there  : RANDOM.

Up until the night before we off to Bandung, we haven't booked the travel agent who supposed to bring us there. Oh crap. We dashed into the nearest travel agent and no more seats left. great. Out of nowhere, I got an omen. The only hope. We finally reached the other travel agent. Thank goodness there were two seats left, but they were at the very back and would go at the very late schedule, we said no probs and nailed it. This cost us to pay more, tho. But that's fine, the thing was, how to get these ass off to Bandung! YEA.

Day #1

it took us 3 hours from BSD to Bandung. we arrived there around 7 pm. bloody starving. after met up with @cicuph, @Antoniatztztz and I decided to find something to eat, checked in at the hotel, and walked to Ciwalk, which is supposed to be walked around. 

Day #2

We woke up quite early that day. @omuniuum was the scheduled place to drop by. It was a small shop sells various books, records from indie artist and singers, and also indie bands' merchs. @Antoniatztztz was the one who urged us to go there. She said she wanted to buy some CDs for her partner. What kinda partner? Don't ask me any further. It's absurd. Strikingly absurd. LOL.

Actually, I didn't have any plan to buy something here, but the stuffs are SPARKLES. So I decided to buy a @bottlesmoker tees for IDR 125k. 

BEEN THERE, DONE THAT, GOT THE T-SHIRT (LITERALLY) 

GIGA LOL!

Done with the shopping thingy, we took the angkot to Braga. As we all know, Bandung is widely-known as the place where amounts of Dutch colonial architectural buildings began and flourished; particularly the tropical Art Deco architectural style. Braga street's so astounding and overwhelmingly impressive. 

The deprivation for food seemingly came and stroke back, so we hurried ourselves to Warung Misbar. An eating place which fosters a warm or friendly and informal atmosphere designated in an oldschool-like movie theater. It supplies us traditional Sundanese food, tastes quite good and at a good price too. We were welcomed by gigantic vintage movie posters at the facade and inside, right in the middle, there's a giant screen played vintage movies and surrounded by giant posters of legendary actors and actresses.

IT'S TIME TO HAVE OUR FAITH RECHARGED. :))

@ St. Laurentius Church, Sukajadi.

Next destination was Paris Van Java mall. I didn't take many pictures in here. It's just normal TOFF-Class shopping avenue. I stepped into this popular shoe-store, tried the boots and took off, hahaha.

We waited for another angkot to take us to Dipatiukur street but it didn't appear for long. Walking is not an option but we were starving to death. we were about to have a munch of the famous and scrumptious Surabi Bandung. it is indeed extremely pleasing to the sense of taste.

We have another appointment with another friend, Surya, or Mas Sur, I recalled. After having our mouth and tummy fully loaded, we headed to Gasibu.

On our way back home to the hotel, we encounter an unpleasant moment in which we were involved in an unexpectedly car accident. Our car hit another car and Mas Sur had to pay for the damage. Uh I'm terribly sorry for that...

Day #3
Gasibu in the morning. Everyone's there. I couldn't barely breathe. Unfortunately I didn't make it. I didn't go to the most popular flea market around Indonesia, GEDEBAGE :((((((((
But I got this, for only IDR 30k.

Batagor KirCon was our lunch menu that day. IDR 15k you got 3 jumbo batagor. Magnifying.

The last destination...
Cimuncang, where @cicuph resides.

I think I need to get another inclination to retreat from unpleasant realities through diversion or fantasy for the sake of my mental's health. LOL.