After a long trip to celebrate Frat's birthday, I'm back here at Surabaya, my lovely hometown. I just finished scrubbing my stinky shoe, socks, shirt and training pants that were full of dried mud. The trip to Wonosalam was an epic adventure, just by the vehicle taking us there itself, a city bus half-broken, with hardly any ventilation, ripped seats, dirt everywhere, and a pretty rough trip with an emotional driver speeding with no suspension soothing the bumps, more like an offroad rally than a formal trip. Plus the unforgivable delay the OSIS gave us(class), we were instructed to get to school by the latest at 6:15 AM, but the busses that came weren't enough for all of the participants of the trip, so we had to wait until 8 then we could get on a bus.
Luckily the event wasn't as dissapointing as the trip to the training center, we had some damn fun we couldn't get back here at Surabaya. From simple pillow fights 'til feathers were flying to mud fights. I can hardly forget the taste of mud in my mouth because during the game I was pushed into a pile of mud then piled by my friends face on the ground. One word, AWESOME!! Soon after I felt like vomiting, luckily I didn't.
