nice weather. got a crampy feeling up my left calf. i semi-freeze in fearful anticipation at the crack of lightning; jump in pseudo-fright at deafening claps of thunder. yet i really like this weather. i like it when it rumbles and rolls gently. i wonder if the sky is red. i can't see it from here. i cover my ears when it flashes. but it's still not raining. not yet.
i know lightning precedes thunder, and thunder precedes the rain, but when's the rain coming? refreshing rain. how long more? do i wait up for it, or do i let it come, in my sleep, and half-awake, think that i'm the most blessed little girl in the whole wide world, not to need to get up, get dressed and leave the comfort of my covers? surely the rain will come?
what a funny person i am. strung up altogether, these sentences may not form much sense, but this is my exact train of thought.
you know, i really like most of his songs, i even have his first album. but sometimes guang liang just sounds like he's singing toothless. weiying says he has a weak voice. that's fine with me, i still like his songs. after coming home in the evening, i fell asleep fully dressed, with daddy droning on to sister in the background. that's my excuse for still being awake.
i'd been drained the past couple of days. grievances from the preparations apart, i had a pretty good time at uncle bee soon's. putting on a happy, excited, hyper and enthusiastic face for the kids wasn't that hard after all. it helps when they're happy, excited, hyper and enthusiastic as well. i fell in love, of course, with the only little boy there. his name is yie xuan and he's nine. huimin's from a girls' school, so all her classmates are girls, and he's her cousin. he's the funny, naughty, cheeky, attention-seeking type. don't i just love 'em all, age group regardless? i was pretty flattered that he and another attention-seeking little girl kept playfully fighting to sit right next to me.
the pinata was the highlight of the party. they just couldn't wait to start whacking it. i'd have liked a go at it too. the way a couple of the kids held the stick was really good. two hands, above their heads, in the middle, and then you just slice it down, full force. it's like using the bokken in kendo. i'd have liked to learn kendo. others used it like a baseball bat, which was fine too. it's strange how some of the bigger-sized kids don't seem to know how to whack it well, but the skinniest, shy-est, smallest-sized kids manage such a good job with it. they make me feel almost proud of them. but that's not the point. what matters is that the pinata did break, eventually, and there was a stampede for the sweets.
to end the day, the birthday girl lost her goody bag chocked full of good stuff, and she cried after the guests left. well, i do hope she found it eventually. and i hope despite that, she did have fun.
well, it's still not raining, and i don't think it's gonna rain anymore. well, actually it did already rain just now, suddenly and heavily for like five seconds, and that was that. oh well, it was good whiling my time away.
somebody asked for more mag. mag did the staying-up alone tonight, collecting her thoughts for your easy reference in future, any time, anywhere. mag doesn't tie people down. or so she tries. pastor legitimised same-sex marriage today. i was so excited, haha. :] (alright, hopefuls, disclaimer--it was a slip of his tongue.)
it's raining again! praise God! i'm hungry, starving, ravenous... will go grab a bite before i hop into bed beside hemingway. goodnight for real, for now.