The weather man

wet wet wet is in the town. not the music group with sexy long-hair vocalist, mind you. literally watery wet.
this afternoon at the elevator i met one of my colleagues. she always dress nicely, very much girly. i think she's somewhat a fashionholic. today, she's wearing white sleeveless t-shirt with embroidery on it, a pedal pusher denim trousers and a beautiful strappy sandals. i really wish i wore those sandals. the sun was shining when we did a check on termostat.
19!
she wished she saw at least 24.
i laughed. i don't trust the sunshine anymore, said i. i mean, i'm glad when it is warm and sun shiny, and i always make a good use of it. but i don't expect them to stay longer.
i take a look at my self at the mirror. i was tempted to wear a short skirt but recently i don't pay much attention to the outfit. so, white cross t-shirt, bell bottom pair of jeans and teva's pair. that's it. and choose a jacket according to the mood.
and here i am now, at the end of the day, when suddenly the rain was pouring heavily.

ouw wow. sometimes i am glad that i am more into comfortable things than a glittery look. and this is also the same case with people.

ok, guys. gotta go back to the work. gotta stop blogging for a while. even more when this blog turns to be a weather report rather than a documentation of a college student life.
maybe i should get a life.

So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere
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Listening to ther weather – Bic Runga