Rain

It has been raining pretty heavily around here these few days... But I am grateful to be here nonetheless...

I had been reading the articles/ news online ( well... I ran out of things to read... So news are my last resorts =x ) and frankly speaking, things doesn't seem to be going well out there.

Queensland in Australia is flooding, having internal tsunami at that, Brasil facing some flood problems as well and elsewhere is having a landslide that kills tons of people...

As if these news ain't depressing enough, there's that crazy guy... Jared Loughner, the one that kills 6 people, including a poor 9 years old bubbly girl by the name of Christina, and put a bullet through the head of a miracle survival, Gabrielle Giffords and wounded 12 others during a meet and greet event 6 days ago.

Sigh... These things that keep the world a more depressing place than it already is.

Oh man... Speaking of depressing, the sky turns into dark grey again. Though... At times, it is such weather that brings me comfort, and such weather that held me in its embrace, washing away my pain, hurt, anger, ill-feelings and thoughts. I love to think that its crying, in my place, that it is feeling my pain for me.

And of cos, rainy weather makes a perfect snuzzly enjoyable sleeping time. Though I don't appreciate thunder nor lightning but imagine snuggling down the warm blanket/ comforter/ quilt and hiding in your bed when the weather is raining heavily, with the sky so grey it looks like someone has been using charcoal to color the previously white sky.

Though right now as I watched the vehicles traveling at a fast speed down the expressway beside where I am now, I can't help hoping that time will fast forward a couple of hours, so that I will join them and travel home.

People always telling me
"Life is short, can't you see?"
I know that in my heart so well,
From the memories that I often dwell.

People come and gone so fast,
In a blink and they are the past.
With the memories they left within,
And forever it shall be kept in.

Hmm... All these writings reminded me of an encounter I had like just 4 days ( or nights rather ) ago. I was waiting for my dear as usual at his void deck. It was another rainy day ( more like night ) and I was looking up at his apartment, contemplating to buy some stuff or not when I heard someone calling my name behind me.

I turned around and it took me a second before the name hit my mind.

"Edwin?" It was sort of a surprise, since I haven't meet him since... Since we graduated from NP! Wow! That is long. Surprise to see him there and more so that he remembers me as I hardly belong to his "group" back then. Well... After we had a short conversation, I realised I haven't changed much ( which is probably why he can remember me ) and that he remembered me as "The one that is very good in the studies aka smart one" FML...

If I were that smart, I would have a degree to my name now ( I am stupid, not in academic sense, just blind, not literally but I think most will know what I mean ).

We had a long chat ( cos poor darling's heater spoilt and he was fixing while I was waiting for him ) and I realised that my friend is getting way off better than me. But he's also having the short end of stick on some other situations as well so life's always give and take something from you =x

Eventually my darling finally came and I can never forget the look on that adorable dear's face. He looked apprehensively at me then at Edwin, a little bit rigid ( If I said I wasn't afraid of him getting jealous, it'd be all fake, for he has records of that before ) but gradually sat beside me ( and a little well placed gap inbetween so I couldn't dragged him over ). Yet at the end of the conversation, I don't sense any hostality from him and I can even say I am extremely pleased/proud of him!

Haha, perhaps because its obvious that Edwin and me are just basically on strictly friends term, and my *ahem, blush blush* extreme affections for my dear that leaves absolutely no interest or whatsoever for other guys.

Oh... The sky is clearing up a little, just now I went up to the 9th floor for the first time and I must say, I still hate heights =x Especially when in the lift heading back to the lower floors, I thought my heart is going to jump out or something. But its definately beating fast ( not love bleah, this time its fear! ) and giving me cold limps... Time to enjoy my hot milo in peace!