An annoying money-wasting accident has granted me the reluctance to spent extra bucks for some institutions, thus my room find itself here without air conditioning for the next two weeks. For some reasons, the air feels more like my home country's capital city now,
not that I mind.
The warm climate. The night breeze + the one from the ceiling fan. The faint sound of some random cricking bugs outside. The scent of wind and grass. This is a tropical summer night, a quite therapeutical one I might say. It has been a while since I'm sitting at my favorite corner of the room like this.
If I may ignore that horrifying shrooms incident now, ...
It's a good evening. :)
