I don’t want to go home.
So here I am, at Starbucks, waiting for the needs to go home when I remembered I have these balloons from last week’s Indonesian independent day bazaar. These balloons are were really in when I was a kid. I can never blew up these balloons before, my boyfriend at that time, used to blow up for me and my friends used to laugh at me. I can spend thousands rupiahs (it was so expensive back in the day, it’s like 100k expensive even though they now sell it for 5k) for some balloons in a day and I can’t blow them up.
Not even once.
I used to hang out with my boyfriend, my best friend and her boyfriend after school, and there we were, near school’s basketball field, trying to blow these balloons, for hours. They usually ended up with laughed at me for trying to blow up a balloons but end up spit and no balloons. Then my boyfriend (now ex, obviously) will took initiative to blow it for me to play with, but not without laughing at me first. This kind of balloons really cracked us up back then, and it still is.
Last week, when Indonesia Independence Day, there is many bazaar in town, which bring those traditional games, foods and some local arts performers, including this kind of balloons. When I found this balloons, I didn’t think twice to buy it. I keep these balloons in my bag since then, waiting for the right moment to blow it.
And now, I finally found the time to blow it.
At public places, yeah I know.
How weird of me, right?
But at least I’m happy J
Oh, I almost forget, the most important thing is, I can blow this balloon now, on my own.
Lol.
