I just got home from a long trek. I actually walked from my friend's dorm to my own. How far? Well, if you use the public transport it'll cost you Rp 2000. For those who live in Bandung, it's from around the zoo near ITB to Dago Asri.
Not bad huh? Well, that's what you get when you got nothing to do on Saturday nights and no one to spend your free time with... Well, as in my case, no longer have anyone..
I went to a mini-mart to buy tomorrow's breakfast and an ice cream (dunno why, sudden appetite). And when I got back home, I opened the fridge to put the ice cream. Something caught my interest there. A box with a Bread Talk label....
After I secured my ice cream in the fridge, I looked around to check my surroundings.. Empty, good..
I opened the box to see what's inside, just curious... It's a cake, still got more than half of it left.. There was one piece (the cake) that looked like it hasn't been cut properly..
After a sudden inspiration, a second of thinking, a quick glance backwards.. I pilfered that piece, walk upstairs, went inside my room, closed the door, and ate it like nothing was wrong.
So, for the morale of the story, when you bought or received some expensive and tasty stuffs, don't forget to offer me. I usually will refuse even if I actually want to accept the offer, that's to show my sympathy for your generosity.
If you didn't say anything at all... Then I shall take it right under your nose for your arrogance. >:)
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