thank god it has stopped raining. i was pretty elated with the rain pouring late this noon, thinking i didn't have to be soaked wet since i'll be just hopping into my car and then getting off in the porch. but after dinner i came home to a same wet patch just right next to my mattress like yesterday which i brushed off yesterday.... and it was .... why why... a puddle of water from the ceiling. like seriously.
no offence. but this deserves a part in 'how not to build your house' which is really, a compilation of mental notes i made since i've been in seremban. there are just so many things that could go wrong.. which one wouldn't even know they exist... until and unless you experience and of course, see it with your own eyes. seeing is truly believing here.
before you think i'm such a 'kacang melupakan kulit' i was really worried thinking how to fit my mattress in the room for tonight just to avoid the puddle / possible wet patch. anyways... this comes from yesterday's scare of blackout. also another night of pouring rain. i came home happily at 10+ after celebrating potato's birthday.. and why why.... the auto gate just won't open. thinking it was spoilt (like many other things) we entered through the side door (lucky le old uncle) just arrived at the same time, and i knew the fuse popped. but we just couldn't put it back. lucky he had that fixed and electricity was back. else it would have been darkness and sweat sweat sweattttt. all i was thinking was.... how am i going to spend the night.
so.... i guess you couldn't blame me that i feel that this house is slowly breaking apart. eeeeeeeeeeeeep
i sure hope the rain doesn't come back. or it ever rain at all here in sban. not while i'm still here.
p/s; i'm pretty amazed with my level of tolerance too btw. and until next time... i wonder what horror awaits.
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