I over-indulged myself with sleeping yesterday, Sunday. Um, too much, eh? I mean, I literally tortured myself with real long nap and very early night rest. Everyone at the rooming house apparently shared the same hesitation to be extremely exposed to the fierceness of the afternoon heat. I didn't hear the hysterical laughter of neighboring kids, not until after the sun had receded into tame beautiful late afternoon beauty.
Yan, my next-room housemate stood in front of my closed door many times, knocked on the door and invited me to watch TV in his room. There were times I thought the loud man's voice came from next door until I turned down the radio and heard it was my name. Yan tried another way, shouting calling me out right from his closed door, competing with his own TV. I was a compulsive TV audience, um, TV freak and it's pretty easy to get into that habit but these Indonesian channels have never been appealing to me. That reminds me how I miss those US TV series on cable channels, the fun-filing Monday evening watched Ellen Degeneres, 30 Rocks, Geeks.
And in these days, I take more baths in my life, ever. And the freshness is the short-live one. As soon as I wrapped myself in the towel, and sat down on the floor next to my mattress, sweat would wash all over my body. I sweat as if I just overdone my own jogging record. Well, sure, the room does not have any air con nor ceiling fan.
Woke up this morning with more good feelings, optimism that life has good things in store for me.
