drill
Once again the fire alarm went off in our crappy student residence--this time, however, two in a row. One around 4:30am followed by one at 5am (despite being unable to see anything around this time of the day, was still pissed off enough to look at the clock). Adding a cherry of annoyingness to my sundae of early morning tragedy, while waiting outside for the firemen to come, this architect PhD student approached me and asked, "So, how's your application thing going?" A) You don't ask people these questions at 4 in the morning. B) It's topping the chart of my most hated questions list. The good part is that he will be flying back to TWN soon, hence I'm plotting on to ask him to bring back some of my summer clothes. Woke up in a genuinely good mood though. Dad is seeing writing as a way to heal, and people are giving him nice comments about his elegy, so I suppose he's slightly feeling better. Plus he is still inquiring about my studies; this proves that Dad can still function. Coldblooded A-li, on the other hand, has suddenly realised that his mom may vanish one day as well, so he's behaving more like a son. I guess no one can go on and on about their sorrows.