Who would have thought that I experienced fire in the building. This is my first time living in an appartement. Of course I never chose appartement when living in Indonesia because it’s a real high risk when the earthquake happen. But here we are placed in an appartement. What got me relieved the first time that we are in the lowest floor so if something happen we will be quickly evacuated. That’s what I thought. Until it really happened. We slept around midnight and abruptly woken up by the noise outside. I thought it was the drunk people just got back from night club or the restaurant next door was doing some deep cleaning. So loud that I had to wake up. My husband peeked outside and immediately said “fire brigade outside, you wait here!” I was just “am I dreaming or what?” I put on clothes, checked outside and saw a few of fire trucks. I checked the other side of the appartement and saw a few of police cars and ambulances. “Oh no, something serious...
When I was child, I always said that one of my hobbies is writing. I don’t really get what does it mean actually. I just think that if I say my hobby is writing, it sounds so cool. Like an author, writer, or whatever. I don’t realize it, that writing is my hobby. I like to write. I like to write since I was maybe in high school. Just write something that I really want to write. Most of them are what I want to get, like a short term plan. Since I was in college and had my own Sammy (my laptop), it makes me regularly write. Write about something that I saw before, something that suddenly came up in my mind, about things. I write lots. Usually I write and just save it in Sammy. But since 2012 I write and publish in my own blog. I don’t care if no one read my articles. I just love to write. Mostly write about social things or something I’ve done before and just want to share in blog. I never write poems, because I don’t know how to make it and I don’t have good sense of it. So, ...