It rains like there is no tomorrow...

Yes, didn't I use that phrase earlier! Ha, but I can't stop complaining about the bad weather. Wet is bad. You can't agree more when it doesn't rain during the sleeping hours but right from noon throughout the evening. I'm trapped at home.

I feel shit being in a confined space, when nothing else in the house interests me. Not even cooking pasta. I could have gone out with an umbrella, come to think of it, how many of you will do that when there's more days in the month you'd be hoping to be sunny.

Talking about this, it reminds me of my lost pants. It's frustrating how my (1 favourite) cropped maroon pants has disappeared. I spent my whole midnight yesterday digging into my closet and even my sisters', but it is not there. Maybe it flew off when drying out on the bamboo, or is it misplaced. I'm so bothered!