Tragic comedy.
What a fucking day.
It was raining like hell just as I was on my way back from dance. I'd never seen such relentless rains since living in Bangkok and the typhoon in Hong Kong earlier this year. The roads were somewhat flooded and everyone else in the bus were like ooh-ing and aah-ing and one guy even called his friend. I heard one lady joke that it was like a mini tsunami and I couldn't help rolling my eyes. I swear, some adults make the most mindless, unnecessary remarks.
So I stood at my house's bus stop for like five whole minutes staring at the sky and all I could see was grey. I was like the only impatient, impulsive person who ended up walking home in the rain. It was quite nice though because it seemed like the rest world suddenly disappeared. Had a hot bath once I reached home, and by the time I'd finished bathing, the deluge had weakened to a drizzle. A scene totally reminiscent of the day of my literature paper.