Showing posts with label sore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sore. Show all posts

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Late Afternoon

What do you do when you are not doing fine? Here comes my time and I just want to be in a crowded place, stare blankly ahead, and people do not notice me. Just like those desperate scenes in drama movies.

I subconsciously gave me and people an impression that I was in the middle of my 'jalan-jalan-sore' where I was actually not. I mean, I really did it, but simply to distract me from the mopes (haha, I acted like I was that girl whose fell stepmother).

If you saw what I had been doing, you might think I was from Mars; alone and weird, because I myself even thought (and still think) the same. Riding my motorcycle, I went around the city with no definite direction. I enjoyed the air of late afternoon as if my olfactory senses had been getting a high-five from nature. In purpose to make it look cooler, I occasionally stopped and took some pictures, until the calling of Azaan (am I spelling it correctly?) sent me home. And I wish as the sun goes down, there arises a sign that my bad day is over.


Thank God, I go on this draft when I have pulled myself together so that everything is under control.