11th December 2008
Thursday
Raindrops keep falling on my...
On days like this, I feel really thankful for being born into a family which can afford a roof over our heads. Whilst other less fortunate people in rather backward societies have to stand with trees as shelter. I watch the rain through the glass panes of the window, taking in the steady pitter-patter like morphine to a drug dependent patient. In crazy rush-hour Singapore, taking a slow day is really a luxury.
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
It is pretty quiet in school. The only audible sounds are the brass quintet rehearsing for Christmas busking, a euphonium, and a flute practicing. Ironic how everyone is fighting for rooms during school days, and how the school is half a step away from being a ghost town during holidays. Makes me wonder what everyone is doing.
The most beautiful things in the world is usually free
-Han Yong
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