HOT

Jakarta these days is scorching hot. The air is so hot that the slightest breeze is like a kiss from heaven. I am trying really hard to cope, but bright colored tanktop and cotton boxer can only do so much. I feel like I'm in constant need to shower, which is a ridiculous excuse to waste precious water.

I would walk randomly throughout the house, up, down, kitchen, sitting room, bro's room, older bro's room, sis' room, my room, living room, dining room, just to enjoy the simple pleasure of breaking off the air infront of me with my presence, creating slight breeze for my sweating back.

I am even eating ice creams. I stole 2 spoonful from my sister's BR's Cookies and Cream 1 L pint when I dont even like them. I never really dig the idea of enjoying ice creams, theyre so creamy it makes my throat dry.

And as I just finished writing that sentence before, half of my ice cream melted. Yes, I am not that scientifically dumb that I dont know that ice creams would melt. But this aint right. The ice cream isnt melting, its like its racing relentlessly with an unprecedented pace. Maybe it couldnt bear the heat and prefer to commit suicide.

Ice cream suicide.

Hm.

I wonder if ice creams feel pain as they melt. Or would they joyfully chant their way up to ice cream heaven, where there's always winter and snowy and cold and they can play with all the other melted ice creams and make ice cream angels, ice cream ball war, or make ice cream snowmans.

I wonder if my brain is suffering from the heat.