The monsoon has begun.

And if i owned a horse and had loads of free time, id race up down the street of pasir ris heights delcaring to all who would listen "THE MONSOON HAS COME!!! THE MONSOON HAS COME!!" sigh... maybe sing the opening song from the movie 'lagaan'. yeaa. hmmm. well i might have. haha.


sweet sweet rain. siigh. nothing so beautiful wakes you up like the rain. the sheer power and poetry of it all. breathtaking.


and nothing is more annoying than being dragged out of bed at 8-freagin AM to prepare for a lunch party. gaah! its a lunch party! LUNCH! we have lunch at 2! come on....


and put in context with the fact that i came home around 1 or so last night, and today is a holiday... grrr! not exactly making me the happiest of 17 year-olds right now.



But last night was definitely a blast. everyone who came. jeremy, marc, alfred, alex, ben mao, dominic, michael joo, laurel, jonny 'bau' Eu, brandon wong, christopher, and all. dammit man. these guys are great. and i feel so freaking awake around them. i feel louder, unafraid to make jokes and laugh, to 'suan', tease, yell, cheer, make noise... you get the idea. its amazing how when im surrounded by them another side of me comes out. a side thats happier, louder, braver. A side that feels smart, witty, in control of the situation, and significant. A side that knows what he's doing and knows how he's doing it, and doesnt regret zit.


I never stuttered so much before coming TJ. I never cut myself short in mid sentence when i realised i was about to say something stupid. So much changes. And its really not me who has changed. Merely the circumstance which surrounds me.


So before heading down to marina south to meet my rocking ex-classmates, was at my aunt's place. was listening to my dad talk to my uncle. was pretty funny. he was speaking in proper english, inserting a tamil word every ten words or so. haha. so contrived. so amusing.


Tamil exam next friday. bleagh. dont wanna think about my A levels. Which include PW of course. ironic cause the reason i turned on the com is to finish up my little script for my OP and start on my little I & R.


So have any of you ever wondered, why is it most cleaning products like to be 'lemony' clean, when it comes to floors, kitchens, and clothes. but 'minty' clean for our mouths. point to ponder on...


Realised the above while tidying up the house this morning, fer our deepavali lunch thingy. sigh. once again i must tell everyone how beautiful my house is. Not for what it is, but for where it is. and what it allows me to feel. waking up in the morning opening my back door to a view of greenery. lazing on my bed, and seeing a pair of brown and white birds, dancing, and chirping. all happening before me, at eye level. taking a few more steps into the balcony to see butterflies flying from my hibiscus to the lime tree. gazing into clouds. and lying on the roof at night getting lost in the stars, and the lovely Moon.


but all good things HAVE to come to an end...do they?... = S


but they'll all end. and all i can do right now is wait. and enjoy. and wait for more to enjoy.

its over-pumped with anxiety: this feeling. thinking of what i have to do, what i want to do, and when ill have to do it all. this eagerness of a sort to get it all over. humph. im sure i can do it. im sure i can make it. its just the wait before thats killing.


the after-rain is beautiful. screw PW. im going go skate. or run. or walk. doesnt really matter, when you think about it.