post #215
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *screaming with frustration. I thought my struggle to get to the office was hard enough, but I was wrong...so wrong. The journey back home was wayyyy tougher than I'd imagined. The road along Thamrin and Djuanda was clear; wet, but clear. The first sign of the misery that lied ahead was at Angkasa traffic light. Lots of people waiting for public transportation. There were some people who walked. But I thought, what the heck.
The underpass in front of Golden Hotel was dry, ermmm...good sign I thought. Kemayoran still looked okay. The misery started at Danau Sunter Selatan. Before Sun Lake hotel, the water was high...about 15-20 cm...But I still kept on going, cautiously. I made it till the traffic light. As I looked to the left, my usual route...it looked rather unconvincing. No vehicles went through there and it was dark, so I decided to go around from bypass, in front of Artha Gading Mall. It was a decision later on proved a big mistake. Drove Elisha carefully and slowly, I got to the front of Mitra Sunter apartment. There was a little water that reached almost 40cm I think. Ermmm...Elisha's muffler would surely drowned...I took the risk and safely got through that test. Arrived in front of Graha Kirana, lied a view that struck horror into me.
Dark and gloomy...plus high water awaited in front of Artha Gadink. It took a few minutes for me to decide. Since I couldn't think of better alternative, I went on. Elisha was struggling hard too. She really put a fight there. But the more I went on, the higher the water was. I kept on going, the water reached almost to my thighs. I didn't care about the fact that my pants were already soaked wet. But Elisha had her limit. Near Isuzu, she collapsed. Her engine died. I screamed (silently of course) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did the only thing I could, walk her. There I was, about 4sth km from home, pants soaked up, shirt's wet because of sweating, cold, hungry. And to add it up, I was bringing my laptop. That's additional 3kgs to bear while I walk Elisha. Just swell I thought. The thing that bothered me was how to fix her. So I walked, fast paced, determined to get home asap, after all, it's only 4 km, right? :D
As I walked, I saw lots of motorcycles that experienced the same thing like Elisha. So many people there. Cars didn't move. It's a deadlock. I kept on walking. Why??? Why did I force my way? Why did this happen to Elisha?? (I saw there were few motorcycles that survived the killing field in front of Artha Gadink) Then I remembered, no use to complain. It's my decision, I had to face the consequences, no matter how bad they were. Beside... BJ Thomas' song reminded me too..."Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin"
I kept walking, ignoring the cold and the hunger that started to creep in me. The road was clear. Wet, but there's no water whatsoever. If only Elisha had survived the killing field. I shrugged this thought and quickly considering some plans to fix Elisha. After walking for about 2-3 km, my eyes were set on a motorcycles workshop. There were three motorcycles being repaired. I was sure they had the same condition like Elisha. So I decided to fix Elisha asap. I walk her there. It was 8sth PM. It'd been two hours since I went back from office. It's surely the longest two hour home journey. Short story, Elisha was revived. It's such a relief. Yeah my baby's back in action. I paid the service free and drove Elisha home.
And that, is a wrap up of this black..black Friday. Hopefully it's the first and the last.
Epilogue:
Writing this blog while managing to chat with some people simultaneously. It feels better to talk to someone, to share the bad experience. Helps to make me feel better...maybe because I dump that emotions to others....Anw...my eyes are getting heavier. I think I'm gonna head to sleep now.
*originally finish at 12.38 AM, but for the sake of post title, some adjustment have been made
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *screaming with frustration. I thought my struggle to get to the office was hard enough, but I was wrong...so wrong. The journey back home was wayyyy tougher than I'd imagined. The road along Thamrin and Djuanda was clear; wet, but clear. The first sign of the misery that lied ahead was at Angkasa traffic light. Lots of people waiting for public transportation. There were some people who walked. But I thought, what the heck.
The underpass in front of Golden Hotel was dry, ermmm...good sign I thought. Kemayoran still looked okay. The misery started at Danau Sunter Selatan. Before Sun Lake hotel, the water was high...about 15-20 cm...But I still kept on going, cautiously. I made it till the traffic light. As I looked to the left, my usual route...it looked rather unconvincing. No vehicles went through there and it was dark, so I decided to go around from bypass, in front of Artha Gading Mall. It was a decision later on proved a big mistake. Drove Elisha carefully and slowly, I got to the front of Mitra Sunter apartment. There was a little water that reached almost 40cm I think. Ermmm...Elisha's muffler would surely drowned...I took the risk and safely got through that test. Arrived in front of Graha Kirana, lied a view that struck horror into me.
Dark and gloomy...plus high water awaited in front of Artha Gadink. It took a few minutes for me to decide. Since I couldn't think of better alternative, I went on. Elisha was struggling hard too. She really put a fight there. But the more I went on, the higher the water was. I kept on going, the water reached almost to my thighs. I didn't care about the fact that my pants were already soaked wet. But Elisha had her limit. Near Isuzu, she collapsed. Her engine died. I screamed (silently of course) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did the only thing I could, walk her. There I was, about 4sth km from home, pants soaked up, shirt's wet because of sweating, cold, hungry. And to add it up, I was bringing my laptop. That's additional 3kgs to bear while I walk Elisha. Just swell I thought. The thing that bothered me was how to fix her. So I walked, fast paced, determined to get home asap, after all, it's only 4 km, right? :D
As I walked, I saw lots of motorcycles that experienced the same thing like Elisha. So many people there. Cars didn't move. It's a deadlock. I kept on walking. Why??? Why did I force my way? Why did this happen to Elisha?? (I saw there were few motorcycles that survived the killing field in front of Artha Gadink) Then I remembered, no use to complain. It's my decision, I had to face the consequences, no matter how bad they were. Beside... BJ Thomas' song reminded me too..."Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin"
I kept walking, ignoring the cold and the hunger that started to creep in me. The road was clear. Wet, but there's no water whatsoever. If only Elisha had survived the killing field. I shrugged this thought and quickly considering some plans to fix Elisha. After walking for about 2-3 km, my eyes were set on a motorcycles workshop. There were three motorcycles being repaired. I was sure they had the same condition like Elisha. So I decided to fix Elisha asap. I walk her there. It was 8sth PM. It'd been two hours since I went back from office. It's surely the longest two hour home journey. Short story, Elisha was revived. It's such a relief. Yeah my baby's back in action. I paid the service free and drove Elisha home.
And that, is a wrap up of this black..black Friday. Hopefully it's the first and the last.
Epilogue:
Writing this blog while managing to chat with some people simultaneously. It feels better to talk to someone, to share the bad experience. Helps to make me feel better...maybe because I dump that emotions to others....Anw...my eyes are getting heavier. I think I'm gonna head to sleep now.
*originally finish at 12.38 AM, but for the sake of post title, some adjustment have been made
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