TORTURE

these pics was taken on wednesday, right before I took the trip to Jakarta. Right before my feet's nightmare started.

what nightmare?

It all began with my urge of wearing new shoes to class. I thought it will be great to wear it while i'm working as a lecturer. and it'll also great if i wear it to Senayan City, have a good laugh with my girlfriend from high school. lastly, it'll also great for another meet-ups with my college friends in PVJ before i go home.

this is my original plan:

1. take point to point shuttle service from Bandung to Jakarta.

2. arrived in Jakarta, take a cab from SCBD to Senayan City.

3. my husband will pick me up in SenCi and we'll go home together.

4. going to campus by motorcycle with dad.

5. have a long day at campus. i have two classes, 5 hour each.

6. going home with dad. (FYI, my dad is a lecturer in the same campus)

7. going back to bandung.

8. have an easy ride with public transportation from pasteur-PVJ

9. waiting for my sister to pick me up and home.

with that thoughts in mind, i decided to pack lightly, with no spare shoes, and only one blouse.

and here my plan goes...

1. take point to point shuttle service from Bandung to Jakarta. --> smooth as silk

2. arrived in Jakarta, take a cab from SCBD to Senayan City. --> earthquake!!! i didn't feel it at all, but couldn't avoid the after-effect. chaos everywhere!

i did arrived in SCBD safe and sound, but couldn't find a single available taxi to senayan city. even if I did, i'm sure i'll stuck in the chaotic traffic jam. so, with google maps in hand, i walked to the glorious senayan city.

note it: walked, by foot, in 8 cm wedges which is killing my feet, for about 3 km, in the middle of chaotic main street.

i'm finally arrived tho, sore feet, almost-faint, but happy.

3. my husband will pick me up in SenCi and we'll go home together.--> suddenly, my husband got some issues in his work he couldn't pick me. while i have to go home to Depok, which is miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles from there. fortunately my friend Kiva's husband willing to drop me to my husband's work site in Cawang. it was miles too. cannot reach it by foot this time or i'll be, seriously, dead.

4. going to campus by motorcycle with dad.

5. have a long day at campus. i have two classes, 5 hour each. --> my schedule's happen to rearranged. instead of long one day, i got two short day. and it was short notice, too late, i've already there and dandy! damn. so, i decided to take a walk home and sleep.

please notice the word 'take a walk'. yes, i tortured my feet again. the road i took is, of course, NOT heels-friendly. i almost tripped the whole time. *sigh*

FYI, jarak antara rumah dan kampus tuh cuma selemparan kolor, tapi mesti ada jalan kakinya, dan medannya off road berat. canggih deh.

first (and only) thing i did when i arrived home is sleeping, resting my feet before i took the same road for next class. oh-my-god.

6. going home with dad. in the very end. finally. *pengsan*

7. going back to bandung.--> nope, not yet. i had second class in the next day! even though i didn't take long, heels unfriendly way by foot, but i have to stand for about 5 hours in class. yet another torture. this time i really, really wanna get rid of this shoes immediately! promise myself will not wear it for a year from now on!!

8. going back to bandung. have an easy ride with public transportation from pasteur-PVJ--> surprisingly, it's so hard to find angkot in pasteur in that particular time. should i mention torture again? *nangis kenceng-kenceng*

9. waiting for my sister to pick me up and home.--> get rid of the shoes, at last.

good lesson: never leave your flats at home. i mean it.