Touching earth

To the least of anyone’s expectation, the dewas fell down from the heaven. Nobody knows what exactly had happened back then, but the fact that the dewas fell can’t be changed. Even the dewas have no clue why they fell. Even them. Sure thing is: no bones were broken.

Sometimes, you may feel like touching earth when you are at the top of the sky. falling is not the optionate way, however.

With most holidays fall on Monday, this semester is sure to be hot; – even not as hot as freshly steamed drily-squeezed minced tapioca mixed with some halba, and gula melaka as the filling (this is putu halba to you) – the replacement classes will be either on the evenings or the weekends (who's going to class on weekend?), and the laboratories and the tutorials and the clubs and the alumni and all sort of stuffs are waiting to give their contributions in paralyzing the brain.

The dewas are sure to find their way back to heaven, and I will try to reach there.