Wednesday, April 23, 2008
it has been said that i'm a somewhat muddled-headed, 'blur' and clumsy individual. i couldn't agree more. and tis' lucky that i revel in this kind of 'blur'ness.
this morn i missed my shuttle bus, got myself drenched in perspiration (walk from home to busstop) and later, rain (a precarious sharing-umbrella exercise with some kind lady who offered to shelter me from fullerton's shelterless busstop to some random building- murphy's law when i have it, it rains not and when i don't, it does.) and of course, i appeared half an hour late for work - quite cold and wet, but still happy and alive.
But if not for all that, i wouldn't have got 75 all to myself on a rainy thurday morning. grey skies, thundering rain and sopping water drizzling down the bus windows. all that space to myself right in the middle of a jam-packed city! i had to muzzle all the temptation in me to start singing (cue in singing in the rain in an empty bus ;)), the bus driver would have thrown me off!
rainstorms are wonderful things.
thus that was a wonderful morning to what was a terrible night.
dreams are odd things. and i rather not dream at all. they present you the impossible in a realistic light. how painful.
in an instant when i woke, i knew everything was wrong again. and the guilt ate into me. always on my mind.
i should stop psychoanalysing myself (and my dreams) it scares me.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
