Wednesday- Wakes up at 12

It feels nice waking up and knowing most of my friends just finished 7 periods of lessons (plus rehat).

Oh, yup. I didn't go to school today.
I was down with a fever and I called in sick.
Err, well, I called Kok Ming to tell him that I was sick. At least he'll be able to satisfy the
'Where is Chuas'.
At least my sudden (Innocent) absence will not be marred with suspicions of truancy/ponteng.
I hope.

Well, for how I got sick. Heheh.
FYI, shit happens to me regularly.
I've been trudging through shit all my life.
But hey, that's life right?
We'll just have to face them.
Get them f*cking done and over with
And emerge victorious (of course while cracking dirty jokes and rolling cigarette leaves)
...
Before the next wave shit happens.

So, que flashback! (ala 3rd person. I have serious time to kill anyway.)

"No, don't get any heavier!" he pleads as he looks up to the cloud filled sky that is bombarding the residents of Cheras with rain.

"BOOM," his prayers are replied almost sadistically as thunder and lightning rage above him as if saying "Hah, yeah right"

"Fuck!" He shouts back uselessly at the clouds.
Knowing starting verbal fights with mother nature will not do him any good, nor results, our
intrepid, stupid and stubborn blogger, armed with only an umbrella embarks on his journey. To where you might ask?
A place of tutelage: MC.
A place where one gets the privilege of joy
Whilst learning the ins and outs of language
With the comfort of friends, 3 air conditioning units and a quick sighting of someone :)
All under the guidance of a seriously damn good teacher: sir

Then it hits him. 3 air conditioning units!
With the drenched clothes on his back, he knows he'll probably last a few minutes in a room
with a steady flow of frigidly cold air supplied by 3 bloody air cons before he becomes an icicle.

Of course, his grim realisation couldn't have come earlier.
Having already made it to the foot of Fresh Hill, he cannot do anything but walk in the direction he originally set.
"Oh well" he mutters to himself. A chuckle and a grin later, he walks shielding himself from the downpour only with a flimsy umbrella, a string of comforting sms-es and a rose-coloured attitude.

Well, it ends with him returning home sick, cold and tired.
Oh well.
Shit happens.

Eh, where am I?

What happens if you find yourself lost in unfamiliar ground?
Imagine looking around frantically for a building, a signpost, a stretch of road or anything familiar to your eyes that will ring that tiny bell in your head.

Now, imagine being cold and hungry, with a few coins jingling in your pocket. What do you do?

Well, for starters, you walk.
Whether you're walking in the right way, that's another matter but it's better than being stationary.

So, with every step taking you further into the never-before-seen, you start to absorb what you see. You enquire about your whereabouts from signboards or maybe a local only to find out that you're lost in a Taman or Jalan you've never heard of before.

Though you can safely say you're standing waist-high in shit you don't. You manage to keep a nonchalant composure and with a cup half-full attitude, you actually enjoy your unwanted misplacement.

You enjoy this sudden change in plans. An anomaly in your monotonous life. It amuses you that if everything went as how it was suppose to be, you'd be doing homework at home right this minute. Oh well.

Well, give it a few hours walking and finally you find something that reminds you of home.
Alas! Your environment starts to bear a familiarity and you map your way back.
Awaiting a curious family member, a hot meal, and the best fucking shower you ever had. Ha ha