Listen to JAMIE

My title sound somewhat, wrong. Never mind that.

I’m actually basking myself in this warming peacefulness that the rain brought. The (rain) icon on Skype has been my favourite for some times now. I bet that’s how I confess to have (rain) and finally it (rain)-ed. Sorry, can’t help with the brackets.

I have 2 assignments to be due. A research to be done. A write-up to be composed. A few phone calls to make. A game to design. And some readings to do. I think this life is almost perfect now.

I miss my friends. I miss some of those late night chats that made us rueful. Or a MSN conversation on Thursday morning ‘cos we skipped school to study Biology at home. EST lessons. Steamboats (tomyam soup!!). Passing notes. Copying homeworks.

I guess other than these people, there really is nothing else that I would miss. The past was beautiful. And I had definitely reaped what I had sow. And I assure you, I do not despise any of the fruits I got.

I’m better than I had ever been.

And even if it’s raining out there, I can easily foresee the sun and the rainbow that follow by.

Are some things simply unobtainable?

Do we really have to give in to the majority all the time?

What about our hearts? Who’s gonna look after them?

Who’s gonna mend this broken heart…

When it was broken and broken, and yet, broken again.

How could the world not see what these 2 souls long for?

Why isn’t anyone giving them a chance? An opportunity to make up for their past.

Don’t they deserve at all?

No?

Is giving up the only option they have?

How cruel. Really.

Request access?

But you really should know, how I feel of this.

Of whom you are.

And how you make my heart skipped a beat when someone mentioned your name.

Or how, when I say your name, I find myself saying it with caution cos it was too precious.

Seriously.

This HAS TO turn out to be something. Good.

that there are these little fireworks keep exploding inside of me when I talk to you. You make my stomach feel funny like I’m going to vomit, minus the disgusting part. It’s arcane, you know.

I really want this to turn into something. A something that would matter. To us. To make us us.

I want to tell you of my stories and I wanna learn yours. I wanna tell you what’s my favourite smell and which colour I’ve always hated. I want to know what did you have for breakfast and what was on your mind before you go to sleep. I want to know the colour of your toothbrush.

And here we are, caught in the best days of our lives, with no way of knowing…

Wanted to do this at the end of last month, but procrastination got the better of me. Sorry.

I can’t believe I took so little pictures that are worth showing over the one month plus.

Instead of Project 365, this shall be some very brief record of the start of my year 2010, in chronological order no less.

1.

It was one of those 7:30am in church. Took the picture cos pastor needed it in overseas.

2.

Combined cell-group meeting. Love these people!

3.

Brought Philip for a haircut cos it was the start of another school year. His hair can get quite troublesome at times!

4.

A very random kitten outside church during a late night (after all the meetings and stuff).

5.

Busy busy busy.

6.

My favourite kid, Oscar Tiong.

7.

Bible Combat! Bible flipping skills. Woots.

8.

One supper at night.

9.

Gasoline cos the plan to watch movie was canceled.

10.

And then suddenly it is February!

11.

In Touch!

12.

Getting ready for CNY special service.

13.

More shootings to be done before CNY. This was taken before we got chased away by the security in the mall.

14.

One of Edward’s good days. But I looked… nevermind.

15.

Girls. Sigh.

These rainy days had brought me to somewhere far. I love the rain, always do. I don’t mind the occasional shiver under the rain or the wet feet while crossing a pavement.

This rain took me on an adventure I had never had the courage to. It led me to discover more things than I had ever known of myself. And once I ventured into it, I couldn’t stop. And neither did the rain. The dripping water lasted for more than 3 days.

I have this picture, that captured some perfect smiles, with front teeth showing, curving eyes and all those, but I forgot who the persons were. Not the kind of unfamiliarity of name, but the type when we stopped having connection with each other. The kind that tells you the people in the picture can never had the same smile again.

But really, that wasn’t the best smile one could have in an entire life.

You know what’s one of the easiest way to obtain happiness? It’s contentment. Who says these rainy days bring you only troubles?