This morning I woke up at around 6 am. Was a bit lazy to go to work indeed. Ya.. you know, I work in Semarang whereas I stay in Salatiga. Means that I have to ride my bike at around 1.5 hours to reach my office ( especially every Monday as I always return home to Salatiga every weekend and go to Semarang again on Monday morning).
Ooops!! nearly forgot what actually I wanted to share with you guys. Well, let's repeat again. I woke up at 6 a.m this morning. Tried to combine all the spirit I had, I went to my bath room and took a shower.
At 6.45 I departed from home, lighted my CG, played cool with a cigarette on my hand while riding my pure black motor bike, MEGA-PRO.
Finished my cigarette, I was ready to "enjoy" my quite long trip on my bike. On my way, still in Salatiga, I saw a tragic accident. There was a father, I reckon. He was taking his daughter to school, but a motor bike crashed them. The kid looked oke, but I don't really think so with the other three adults(the father, and the the