Ritual
Filed Under (For Remember ) by Pitiful Kuro on Thursday, November 01, 2012
Posted at : 1:17 AM
One for tonight,
another one for tommorow. It’s what I said to myself a few minutes earlier, it’s
about cigarettes, I only have two cigs left. Even my tongue are burning with
bitter and my throat is screaming in agony, I always need those
cancer-infested-money-spender thing., no matter what. One for now, and another
one for later, it’s simply because my morning is incomplete without a smoke, I can
handle my morning without coffee, but not a smoke. A habit, you can say it’s a
bad one, but not for me. Though, theres a good habit in me, my morning habit.
Yeah, my morning
always start with a lovely sound of my phone’s alarm, an old one, it’s not too
loud, but I always woke up with it. I turn on the water heater and heating my
iron. Then I go to the bathroom. For a cold day, I only brush my teeth and wash
my head, not a single drip of water touch my warm-over-night body. Well, I love
cold, but not this kind of cold. If the weathers warm enough, I still ended
burrito-ing my body over my blanket, still cold, a damn cold one.
When I finished my
bath, my water for coffee is already boiling, get a cup and scoop a spoonful of
coffee (usually Aroma, sometimes Jenggo). Pour the boiling water to the cup,
wait one minute for the coffee to ‘cooked’ and then stir it gently. Then I do
the ironing of my uniform with my coffee on the side, and a cig stick on my
mouth, don’t forget about the music, Sore’s Somos Libres or Mata Berdebu always
played on the winamp. When I got a little time left, I usually polish my shoes,
I love shiny shoes, but I love polishing it more. Thanks to artofmanliness.com,
now I have a different prespective about polishing. Like, a manly habit.
(maybe.)
And done. I fully
prepared to campus. While in fact, the ironing is not that big of a difference,
I don’t know, since I was in a junior grade, my cloth always had a wrinkle in
it, no matter who iron it. Some kind of magic.
Yeah. It’s my daily
morning ritual that I’m proud of. That is why a cig is so important I could save them for tomorrow. Still, mulut
asem always the big problem in this saving problem.
Now I wonder, why I
post this in english since my englishs grammar is so ecekeblek? The answer
might be.. ngetes aje.
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