Flying Made

December reminds me of rain and rain all day long. When I was a kid, we didn't have a white Christmas, instead we had wet Christmas. Visiting neighbours to have some cookies and sweet was always accompanied by an umbrella. I enjoy having Christmas when I was a kid back in Indonesia compared to Singapore. It was all about sharing, caring, and laughing with neighbours and the people that I knew closely, while in Singapore it's about fireworks, roads full of people, foams, and whatever stuff to show off.

It's been raining for the past couple of days. Sun comes in between. That's goed, because I can do many outdoor activities while the sun is out. My feet are sore because of twisting and kicking, my lower back is in pain 'coz of trying to balance my upper body when slipping on a slippery court, and my neck is stiff because I think I slept in a wrong position.

Sometimes I love rain. The solemness atmosphere that it brings will just calm my mind. Watching a good movie on the bed, plus mango juice, and a few bits of crackers would make it complete.