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Monday, March 08, 2004
*Simple and Clean//Utada Hikaru
The sky was a ominous grey, with dark clouds hanging heavily overhead. A bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the darkened sky, and a loud peal of thunder followed shortly thereafter, the sound seeming to rattle the metal bars that held up the container classroom. Huge sheets of rain pelted down the window pane, each drop hitting the glass like a minature torpedo. The girl glanced out of the window and noted the rain washing everything on the glass down with it as it fell; all the dirt and grime, the leaves littering the pavement - everything was swept by the torrent of water that fell from the sky as it flowed into the drains and canals.
Yes, today was a wet wet day.
I got soaked to the bone, and feel as though I never want to get wet ever again in my entire life. The feeling of wearing wet shoes the entire day, of feeling the toes squish about with each other in the sloppy water in the shoes... Ick. It was truly traumatic. My books and papers and practically everything I carried with me today in my bag suffered a far worse fate than I did, though. At least I had a chance to dry out properly once in the comfort of my nice, dry home, but my poor possessions are still fairly damp from this afternoon's drenching. My papers and books are completely ruined (especially Othello, which has become so tattered and abused after all the pages had mysteriously received a splashing, and my Chinese book which doesn't even fairly resemble a book anymore owing to the pathetic state of the front and back covers). I spent an hour just now using Mom's hairdryer just now trying to save the new testpad that I bought last week plus the reams and reams of notes in my droplet-covered neon pink file. Sighs. All my papers look so... studied.
Went back to IJ today for Thanksgiving mass. Decided to return for what could be my last mass in IJ, and realised that I missed IJ masses so much. The hymns I used to sing and the hyms sung now are totally different. As I sung the hymns today during mass, I felt this odd sense of loss. I thought back to the hymns sung during Monday chapel and comparing them both, I rather much prefer the IJ ones. Maybe it's just a matter of being brought up singing those familiar songs that I love so much and having to sing something I haven't heard before in my entire life? Sighs.
I want to sleep now. The rain's still falling, and the rhythmitic pitter-patter of the raindrops falling on my tiled roof's so comforting. It's the sound that I have fallen asleep to after crying my heart out for some matter or the other many times in the past, the sound I fall asleep to with a heavy heart and tears falling down onto my pillow as I cry myself to sleep. Right now, I'm pretty much happy, but I still want to fall asleep to that sound - the sound that has brought me so much comfort in the past. Yawns. It's lovely, this sound, and is one of my favourite sounds in the world. I can't exactly express myself very well right now 'cause I'm about to rush off to finish my GP work so I can snuggle into bed with the comfortor pulled up to my chin. This is pure torture, not being able to sleep and having to toil. Argh.
heard
those magic reindeer click @
8:31 PM
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