It’s really-really the water pouring down the earth, not the famous charming Korean singer who likes to sing topless showing his six packs, which always makes me think about the soapy washing board that mothers in the villages like to use when they wash clothes in the river. It’s just rain, hujan. And rain always makes me feel this kind of unsubscribed comfortable warm feeling... off course when I don’t feel like to sleep, or cannot fall asleep like several years back when I was still a student. So, after a good night sleep that need really great effort to collect all my willingness to get up, after a quick glance at Patsy Healy’s planning process, with a cup of cold coffee my mom has made since early this morning ...hey, it’s Saturday..., and after a bowl of hot instant noodle for breakfast..(so.. perfect), I suddenly feel like to write my blog again.
It ‘s such a heavy rain this morning. Hujan lebat sekali pagi ini. Anginnya juga bertiup keras, sampai pohon-pohon yang terlihat dari seberang kamarku rasanya mau roboh. Apalagi pohon pisang kepok kurus tetangga depan tapi tandan buahnya besar-besar dan sudah hampir siap dipanen itu, seperti sudah tidak sanggup menahan beban.
