Quicky.

It felt like a big storm is coming when I woke up Tuesday morning so I thought I’d skip breakfast and do some cleaning – then probably hit the road for lunch because I had a new uber sunglasses from H&M, but plans was deterred by the announcement of the tropical cyclone Signal #8 which was generally expected to exceed 180km/h in the territory.

While I presumed nothing is going to happen as bad as I would imagine, Frank just started to kick in just five hours ago. I should have not bought that stupid sunglasses – it looks good on me so what the face.

Five hours prior to Frankie’s attack, I insisted that I should get a bowl of instant noodles or buy something for dinner before everyone goes panicky – not that I’d suspect there would be shortage of food whatsoever, incase the grocery shuts down, I’d buy something to save my ass.

Here’s what Frank looks like at this very moment.

Just so you know, despite feeling guilty of not putting a decent food in my stomach, I settled on to get some wafers, of all foods. I consumed at least 5 cans of coke, 5 mugs of three-in-one’s and I can’t sleep anymore.

It’s eleven past six in the morning, as I write this watching the weather, the city is doomed, sky’s looks very very angry, I’m hearing some noise outside, sounds like the signboards are being blown away into the streets.

Now my stomach is growling like thunder. I am craving on some sardines. I actually bought three cans – except that I don’t have a rice. I hope the strong signal would continue from now onwards so that I’d have an excuse not to go to work. But I doubt it.

Be safe.

Updates: As soon as I posted this, a news weather update was announced that the storm is lowering to Signal #3 in few hours. Feck, I should really get some sleep. That means work will be resumed back to normal.

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