The only things I love about 2016 is the last 4 month of it cause it’s the rainy season. Nothing can’t beat the feeling when you wake up at 8 o’clock, the light is off, a splatter of outside light emerge into your blue curtain, a very comfortable bed embrace you, the warm blanket perfectly wrap you and the best part is you have the absolute silence moment where nobody talks outside there; such a starter of a perfect day.
And I enjoy every moment of that which only happened on the last 4 month of 2016.
So how about the rest? The another 8 months?
Somehow I feel it’s not a really good time because I feel despaired, bitter, worried, scared, anxious, blank, confused and lost most of the time.