Enjoying an afternoon in the concrete jungle, in a corner of the crowded Thamrin street, strain of music anesthetized my ear and mind for a moment.
Hmmmmm..... almost every day I spent the late afternoon at this cafe, waiting for the traffic jam to unravel.
Jakarta,.... crowded road, for suburban people like me it's better to find a nice and comfortable shelter before I struggle to reach home....
Light bulbs entertaining......Jakarta becomes a city of light when the night comes
"What am I to you" by Norah Jones softly seduced my eyes, I forgot my long way ring road to home for a while....
At 20.00 pm, time to move my lazy body, straight to home, imagine my cozy bed waiting for me.. crowded less, I penetrate jammed, drive carefully on a drizzling night.
As a capital city of Indonesia, Jakarta is a magnet which attracted people from various parts of Indonesia to come and tempt their fate
Jakarta is offering glorious and sore in every part of it.
I'm not a cynical person, but every day I see people struggle for a rupiah to survive their life, when other spent a million only for nothing
Crazy traffic jam, annual flooding ( LOL we celebrate the flood every year like celebrate my birthday party), pollution, big population that's a few problem which burden our city government.
Discrepancy becomes a media consumption to increase circulation and rating, Hahaha... now I become a social observer, it's a bitter reality.
Noisy Jakarta, I left behind, the city that I love most, the place where giving me the opportunities, chasing my dreams, raise a better quality of life as a human, teaching me how to be a survival without losing my humanity.
I live in a suburb of Jakarta, quiet and peaceful place, in a small house filled with loving and caring person.
My dad is a journalist and my mom is a full-time housewife, l am sharing their love with my four brother, I am the youngest daughter,.......hmm it so easy to become their sweet heart, my life is full of joy..
And now almost midnight, I still sit in my backyard, surrounding by my mom's blooming flowers, breathe a faint scent of roses, I'm enjoying the moment and feel so fortunate.
happiness is as simple as a smile in your face, and I want to share it here......
Note: Thamrin is a name of a protocol street in Jakarta
Rupiah is Indonesian Currency
Mr. Bob I try to write this story in my own style and my personal point of view. I hope it could describe the place where I live in.
thank you for encouraging me....
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thanks brother, Ill fix it
20.00 pm,
This is not the correct way to describe time:
2000 hours (24 hours clock)
8:00 p.m. (12 hours clock A.M. & P.M.)
8:00 a.m. (morning)
Very nicely written story. Your happiness makes me happy too. Thanks for sharing :)
Thank you....thank you Lady Anne, yes you're right grammar is my weakness part, I really need someone like you to correct me in grammar.
I will not hesitate to ask you from now on, I really appreciate your big help, thanks for always reading my story, it means a lot.....
You have described it perfectly, Ratu. I enjoyed reading it.
For my correction:
***Enjoying an afternoon in the concrete jungle, in a corner of the crowded Thamrin street, strain of music anesthetized my ear and mind for a moment.
***almost everyday I spent the late afternoon at this cafe, waiting for unravel the traffic jam to unravel.
***for sub urban people like me it's better to find a nice and comfortable shelter before I struggle to reach home....
***Jakarta becomes a city of light when the night comes
***"What am I to you" by Norah Jones softly seduced my eyes,
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I noticed that you are not consistent with the tenses that you used. You began your story in the past tense but as the story goes on, you are using the present tense somewhere. You have to decide which tense you are going to use. If it's past tense, all the tenses of the verbs should be in the past form.
Don't hesitate to ask me if you have questions, Ratu. Keep on writing!
Thank you for reading Jesson, ya home sweet home....
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