On a Sunday Morning

This Sunday morning was really beautiful. I wanted to go out but had no company. My wife was not feeling well (she has a sore throat). My son was still sleeping. He was also sick (coughing and the like). My daughter is in a different country. Usually, I walk around our place with my wife. We live in up on a hill, a little off the city. We can see part of Bandung from our place.

So I ended up in front of my computer, doing some work. I have to prepare something for my presentation tomorrow. Of course, I did some blogwalking, looking and reading some blogs.

I couldn’t resist to go out. My wife asked me to buy lunch. Aha, that’s the ticket. So I went to a cafe higher up, “de Tuik”. I ordered some food and started to read a book. I am currently reading “The Long Tail”. Here’s a picture of the book and a cup of bajigur (a traditional Sundaneese drink). Ha … this time it was not Starbucks. (Bagi yang sering komentar saya kebanyakan Starbucks, lihat ini. he he he. Saya suka yang tradisional juga kok.) Traditional stuff is so great. Look at the wall, it’s made of “bilik” (bamboo).

The place was so serene. Alone. I could see Bandung from here. It looked quiet. It was so deceiving. I know that many tourists were still flocking Bandung’s Factory Outlets at that time. But here, it was so nice and quiet. Ah, I wish I brought my notebook so I could put my thoughts down here. There were some (wild) ideas floating in my mind. They’re gone now. No problem. If they – those ideas – are really that good, they will show up again.

Food is ready. It’s time to go home …

[Catatan: biasanya saya menuliskan tulisan dalam Bahasa Inggris di blog saya yang gbt.blogspot.com, tapi kali ini saya melanggar kebiasaan saya itu. Kebiasaan sekali-kali harus dilanggar. Ha ha ha. Bukannya saya bermaksud sok-sokan dengan Bahasa Inggris, tapi kadang-kadang perasaan muncul dalam bahasa yang campur aduk. Kali ini, entah kenapa, perasaan saya tersebut muncul dalam Bahasa Inggris. Saya pikir mungkin karena suasana yang saya alami tersebut seperti pernah saya lalui - dejavu? - ketika tinggal di Kanada dulu. Ah, ini cerita lain kali saja.]