Soaked

It used to be all green. Water damaged indeed.

It rained heavily for the past two days in Miri. Everyone is dreading the cold weather. Upon stepping the tiles, the chill just seeped to your joints. And that is not good. Our clothes were really wet. Blame the place for not having a washing machine. You can’t spin and all. Bummer.

On the other hand, I enjoyed my sleeps. I don’t even have to switch on my ancient ceiling fan to feel cold. I never thought that would happen since I’m living in a warm city. Waking up at 5.25 spoilt everything, of course. I’m waking up earlier year by year. Heck, today’s Saturday and my biological clock woke me up. Yes, I woke up at 5.30 this morning. I went to sleep back, duh. Oh I was wondering whether flood hits Kuching or not. Update me on my chat box if you happen to know.

Allowance is not in yet. Gah. I’m almost broke. Seriously slow la the government. Can’t you do at least one freakin’ efficient work? I see none, okay? Lectures were unusually hectic. I got my head screwed on, I suppose. But not every day is a perfect day right. Thank God for an awesome lecturer for Social Studies. Oh-my-Gawd. Nothing beats a sporting lecturer with tons of things to say in the class. Me loves her stories.

I want more perfect outings.
And a new pair of flip flops.