Chequie,

My life is being automated. What happens everyday is systematic. As 'programmed', I woke up at 12.15 pm today, took a shower and went out to study. Did a bit of Maths, 18 questions from Paper 1, I think it's June 2002 paper, and as expected, I fared a lot less than a decent pass. Then I felt demoralised and kept everything in my bag and chilled.

It rained in the evening, and the gloomy atmosphere reflected my own self. I was in the bus, under a strong air-con, pondering while looking at the droplets of rain trickling down the window. Weathers like this make me happy, though the atmosphere is moody. When I alighted from the bus, I avoided the shelters and played in the rain. I was drenched in the heavy rain and survived a thunder. When I reached Alfiah restaurant, the patrons were staring at me while I walked past them. Then I got out from the shelter and continued walking under the rain. It was reliving, and it reminded me of my deprived childhood, and playing in the rain was the only thing that I could remember as something very fun and entertaining when my age was single digit. I remembered vividly when I took small footsteps under the heavy rain. Then I reminisced, from such an innocent and naive little child grows into a wayward adolescent which makes up what I am today. I was picturing my surrounding to be in a sepia mode, and my body switched to my childhood days. And together with the falling rain, tears rolled down my cheeks, but nobody knows, cos it's camouflaged.

Then the moment I reached home, mom had to chase me to the bathroom to take a shower. Aaah too late, my head had already spun like a washing machine even before I reached home. Looks like I'm down with fever sooner or later. But who cares..

Anyway, practical exam is tomorrow. I better set 5 000 000 alarm clocks tonight so I can be punctual tomorrow. It's now or never.