So today theres a big match between Persija and persib (cmiiw). i went to mall in Senayan (yauda si bilang aja plaza senayan) with my family and bf.
We decide to go home early, though the football match is over.
Yes. In fact its already over, but the supporters are still outthere. Out ofnowhere there’s a police cars and a panzer. I swear to god, theres a panzer. Then, the supporters starting to throw rocks to police cars and panzer. We panic! I was thinking “oh my god we trapped at the chaos. We’re gonna die man. We are” but my sister told my bf who drove my car to took transjakarta line. Then heyy, i’m in between panzer. Its cool yo. Feeling like you’re one of the minister and it feels like the panzer protecting you.
But it doesn’t take a long time, few mins after that another police who rode a motorcycle ask we to pull over from transjakartabusway.
lesson of the day: if you stuck in the middle of chaos, go took transjakarta line!

X.
Natassya

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2nd i want marc by marc jacbos watch 

anyone? ;p

Been a while not posting (or reblogging) but anyways. Here my story.
Since 2012, i’ve become a travelling addictive. I put a target in my life., well at least i must travel to overseas that i’ve never been to or somewhere in indonesia.
And yet. Still going. But therefore, i was at college. so ya know,its still so easy to do absent or titip absen stuff at class. Or give the sick letter from any hospital (FYI you can buy it with 50k. Cheap huh?) and the most important thing, i used my parents money. So i dont care how much it will spend. What i’m doing is only spending.

But now, since i already work, i make a promise to my self that i wont ask for money to my parents. Its hard huh. And now i know.. Work is hard… *deepsigh*

I went to japan abt 2 mnths ago. With my sister, friend, and boyfriend. And it was my very 1st trip with my own money. Ya know, own money. I just worked for 4 months, working my ass off for this. And.. Its Japan and.. Tokyo. The most expensive living cost. Do the math! Its friggin expensive. How i dont wanna waste my food at there :”(

But its paying off! I love my trip. The moral story behind this is…
When you know work is hard, stop being fragile and spoiled little kid who always asking asking and asking.
Go find your own money and feel it. So you know how hard to earn some money.

X.
Nts