victorious day, glorious day, got-the-blues day

It was started in the evening when I celebrated my victory over overcoming lust and desire for a whole month. Simply put, I only bought a stollen, and eat three pieces and drink some water, my favorite drink. Nothing much, maybe not the most appropriate choice and condiments, but I still liked it.

The day after, met and gathered with other Indonesians in General Consulate. Handshakes, laughter, so much overjoy in the air.

Got back home, called hometown, and being told that one of my father's closest cousin passed away. Right after the morning prayer. So apparently there was no celebration at home. Startled, got the phone down, and prayed for her.

In Memoriam

Wa' Puro

1930s-2004