This Freak I Became

[Dear Angel – April Sixth]

Man it was cold today! I was out hanging up the laundry in our front balcony (we’re the Asian equivalent of white-trash; undies hanging in the front balcony. Cool.) and suddenly a gust of wind blows.

Even though I was standing in the full sun, I was painfully aware of how useless it was the wind bit THROUGH my 3 layers of warm clothing. I couldn’t keep my hands in my pockets, but instead had to keep handling cold damp clothes.

I think there’s something odd going on with my mom’s body, though, because she was only wearing 2 layers, one of them light, and she was outside for ages in the wind and she said she felt warm. Though she was moving around a lot, that’s still not right.

By the way, I just realized that the laundry I’d hung had all fallen over. Damn.

We just roasted some meat with cumin. This is…I smell…fra..grant.

Jackie’s birthday tomorrow!

Alex.

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Raindrops keep pelting on my head

Today was NOT a good day for me.

My parents went to the Melbourne Uni open day in my stead, because I had a Chinese SAC I could not miss. So I had to make my own way to Chinese school. Being a Sunday, I decided to walk there.

I live about a 30-40 minute solid walk from the school, but I thought, hey, exercise.

Within 2 minutes of leaving my front door, it started raining. I put up my hood, thinking, hey, it’ll pass.

Then it started being more enthusiastic about its job, so I opened my umbrella. But at the exact same time the wind woke up, and in the interest of me not spending the rest of the walk mimicking Mary Poppins, I put the umbrella down.

When I was about 7-10 minutes into the walk, the rain REALLY let go, and I had to wait in the bus shelter for about 10 minutes. I was already pretty wet.

I thought the rain eased up a bit, so I started walking again. As I reached the lights, where there are NO places to shelter, the wind and rain decided to go at once, and I more or less stood at a 45 degree angle.

The rain only came at a northerly direction, and I was walking north the entire time, so my front was completely soaked, leaving my back dry. My jeans had a discernible line down the middle where the wet line is.

I was within the home run, having stopped once again. When I was about 3 minutes away from my destination (the trip had taken me nearly an hour because of the all the stopping), I managed to step into a huge puddle, wetting the feet I’d managed to keep dry for the past hour.

At that point, my jeans were stiff on my legs, my hoodie was soaking through to my top underneath, my hair was poof wrecked, and now my feet were wet.

I was able to wring water out of my hoodie.

It took 10 minutes of standing under the hand dryer to make my hoodie only be damp and cold.

Then I ate some dodgy sushi and had a stomach ache the entire time at Jack’s.

I came home, I showered, I put comfy warm PJs on, and in about 2 minutes I’m going to hit the hay for an early night.

“Day off” tomorrow, and I will finally write the explanation of what’s going on.

So take care, everyone.

Alex.

P.S. My back fence blew down. It’s the fence we share with our neighbors behind us. We’ve lived in this house for over 4 years and not ONCE have we talked to them. This’ll be fun.