My brother is like Cinderella. He comes home at midnight.
*mobile phone rings*

Caller: *speaks in chinese language*

Me: "I think you got the wrong no."

Caller: "No, no!.." *continue to speak in chinese language, while also mixing it with malay language*

Me: "I'm sorry, but can you please speak in english?

Caller: *pause* "Uh.. sorry. Wrong no." *click* (hangs up the phone)

Me: {seriously?!?} Wtf..

It's a very windy afternoon, and I find it hard to concentrate reading a book. I wish the sun is out, though. It would be a lot nicer and beautiful.

It was actually sunny three hours ago, but since it's a laundry day (for me), the weather shifted, as usual. It never fails. Whenever I do my laundry, the sun hides behind the clouds.

Most of the time, it rains, too. I wonder why's like that.. It can't be a coincidence. How many coincidence(s) exist anyway?

I imagine it's because of the sun's hiding behind the clouds. The clouds, burned by the sun behind it, cries.

Thankfully, the clouds are not crying now. That's probably because of the wind. It blows non-stop and real hard, and soothes the clouds' scorching back.