It's raining outside,quite hard..it was very hard exactly,like a storm,I am serious..lotsa fallen trees along my way to campus,even it's forbidden to anyone who like coming towards..
Like a weirdo,I ran outside my boarding home,got through a rain,
I am not kinda person who adores rain.. I hate being wet,esp.my feet..ergggh!my mum asked me buying her batagor,geez..where d hell I'll going to find that?!
Admitting some voice who forced me to stay,I went and looked for it..
Even we--my boy and I-- used car (btw,thx to andesit's dad who lend me his car),not motorcycle like we used to be,we still got wet!
Rain came through our car's window,sprinkled,and I felt I was running outside,damn!
I blamed my mum,her jerk request,it was very difficult looking foward batagor in after Lebaran-day like this!
Finally..we didn't find it!
I bought my mum bread,made sure for myself that she would understand..
Huh,know what's going on?she even didn't remember ordering that BATAGOR!
After all sacrifies... I dunno what to say,my mother is windy person..