Thank God It's Friday

Finally the weekend's come
And everything is goin' down
Nine to five and now it's time
For me to get around

......
R. Kelly

Yeahh the weekend is front of my eyes. Just in the next hours. While waiting the end of this working day, i evaluate this week and found some things that force me to think that i am luckier than i ever thought.

This morning, I met with the old man who usually sell chicken porridge in front of my boarding house. He was crying. He said to me his son died last night. He only have fifty thousand Rupiah in his pocket. He has to go home but impossible. To help him, i order one portion of porridge and pay with the last money in my wallet then go. He look very mess. The porridge spilled every where.

I don't how hurt I feel if I lost someone for good. (errr, actually I had. broke up with my very far and past ex is included.. okay, forget it..). But when he was crying, I think of my mom. My family. Now, we are separated by 90 minutes in plane, 8 cm in map of Indonesia, but seems too far away. I don't have much money to meet them one in a month. Even once in three month maybe. But at least, they are still alive. I can hear their voice.

Mom, Dad, Brothers, sorry I can't meet you recently. But, please pray for me. That one day, we would achieve a better life.

Okay, stop for being melancholy. Time to thank God it's Friday. Thank God I'm alive. Thank God.