no matter how prepared, you can still be taken by surprise.all that lala mood for sentosa trip has melt away ever since the clouds decide to pour bucketful of cold water on our plans. pfft!
so i headed to novena sq for lunch with some loves instead and while i was there, it was all sunny and yummy! and char's declaration that it still hasnt rain got me hoping that it might just be another false alarm, so we decided to carry on with our tanning plans.
'walao eh, look so cloudy but until now still dont rain. want rain just rain lah!'
'knn, i wanna stay at tpy lah. novena n tpy is one whole stretch of brighty yummy sunshine and serangoon looks like king kong is falling down can!'
and... it started raining cows and buffaloes when i was walking home to get the gear for tanning. thank you very much.
oh but it was pretty...funnily idiotic. i started running home from the bus stop and since my slippers wouldnt cooperate in the rain, i had to go barefooted. and god-knows-from-where, poddy started playing the original version of the stupid 'mai-ah-hee-mai-ah-hoo' song and i dont know what struck me, i felt this adrenalin rushing in and i ran even faster and even started laughing and singing to myself. it felt pretty good for awhile cos i've been feeling like running till my lungs burst for quite some time, whenever i start feeling a little...emo-ish. and i've always always want to play in the rain! so i got both today and all drenched, i vomited when i got home. wahaha.
and all that rush had me running up that lane i've been avoiding for 3weeks, without quite meaning to. i almost drop down on the ground to cry in the rain and envelop myself in all that emo-drama when i saw memories of us pushing and playing with each other while walking up the lane, just a month back; but i didnt. i stood by the corner where
we always kiss and part, for a teeny little while, and carry on running.
I leave myself about, slatternly,
bits of me, and times I liked:
I let them go on lying where
they fall, crumple, if they will,
I know fine how to make them walk
and breathe again. Sometimes at night,
or on the train, I dream I’m dancing,
or lying in someone’s arms who says
he loves my eyes in French, and again
and again I am walking up your road,
that first time, bidden and wanted,
the blossom on the trees, light,
light and buoyant. Pull yourself
together, they say, quite rightly,
but she is stubborn, that girl,
that hopeful one, still walking.