the rain

i hate monday nights. because tuesdays are so packed, there is usually one million and one work to complete. and that usually results in sleepless nights. sigh.

and tdae is tiring. i'd rather do more saigang than all these brain work. people think that the latter is easy, since it doesn't involve much physical work. plzzzz brainwork requires time and energy. ideas are not easy to come by. that's why creative people are so sought after in this world we live in, where a single innovative spark could lead to revolutions as can be seen in the introduction of mp3, handphones and personal computers.

so tired. i think 'sian' and 'tired' are fast becoming my favourite vocab. xD

yesterday i made lots of observations. but i'm feeling nonchalant now. dun feel like reviewing my 'drugged' mind for those insights.

mmm, but have i ever mentioned my love for the rain?

somehow when it's raining, it seems as though a blanket of cool and calm has descended over me, sheltering me, comforting me, empowering me. i love the kind of rain where it's pouring heavily, and where the fearsome thunder and intimidating lightning are absent. i call it the 'peaceful' kind of rain.

and there seems to be a certain pattern in the seemingly-random and chaotic patter of rainfall. the beauty of design within chaos draws me close - just like a firefly is attracted to sources of light. the rhythmic beat of rain drops appears to produce a beautiful and mysterious melody that strikes a responsive chord with my heartstrings, as though rain knew the turmoil i sometimes experienced, and tries to smother it with loving care in her own ways.

yea... i'm in my artistic mood now, where i tend to romanticize experiences and embellish non-living entities with feelings. but that's just me.

i could look at the rain and get lost in its awe-inspiring display. i think one of the best things scouting introduced into my life is my love for nature. i could still remember the fearsome waterfall that we abseiled down. the dark and foreboding cave that threatened to suck us in when we were swimming in a stretch of calm waters while rafting. the phenomenal sight of the sun rise on top of a mountain, and the beautiful array of colours. no matter how different these sightings of nature are, they have one thing in common - they incite respect and a kind of fear.

nature is one mystifying and fascinating enigma that i believe the world will never solve completely. every time we think we have discovered something new about it, we only find ourselves plagued with more uncertainties and questions, as if each finding has unsealed a pandora's box.

i love the nature, but i'm not the kind who goes crazy about wild-life, environment and stuff. it's... just different.

and i think the nature understands me well too. we share an unique relationship of sorts.