padan muka

its raining heavily tonight.. sudden, heavy, loud rain.. more and more hearts are broken as the rain drops on the land of makassar.. the hearts of which they belong to those full of hope.. the hearts of which full of desire.. enthusiasm.. the hearts of which they belong to those who counted the time.. belong to those who are intolerant of time as they counted the hours, minutes and seconds.. their legs giggle as their hearts pounded like the bluster of cold wind on turbulent night.. 

"hahaha!!! padan muka everyone!! tak dapat main futsal!! " shouted a man as he stands and gaze his eyes to those who possess the aggravated face..

well, that man is me.. haha. and pity me too because i myself wanted to play tonight but mother nature has its plan and are little less informative of what will happen next.. they stil wanted to go.. i am quite sick so i dont think i'll go along..