I'm singing in the rain.

Okay, I grumble a lot about the rain.

But you know...I love the rain. Everything about it.

I love the smell of rain.
I love the cold feeling to the point someone yells "Did you just get out of a freezer?!".
I love the warm feeling I get when I put on my oversized sweater.
I love doing random word and Sudoku puzzles while listening to music fit perfectly for the weather (in this case it would include Jamie Scott and Jamie Cullum...and maybe a bit of Ryan Star on the piano =p).
I love sleeping in this weather. Sometimes I just don't want to get out of bed.
I love the sound it makes outside my balcony.
I love the way it makes me wrap my blanket tight to my body.
I love the way it hides the tears.

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I have no idea why but some part of me has this sudden urge to buy things.

And apparently, there's a bazaar at Block A tomorrow, selling some (apparently) nice stuff.


Oh God. Save me save money.

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I have finally decided that listening to sad Take That songs causes rain.

And how fitting is it that when it rains, the radio stations plays Umbrella?


Excuse the stupidity. My keloid hurts, and don't hit me on my left arm. I want my keloid to decrease in size properly so that I won't have to go to the doctor a million times to get myself stabbed by a needle.

Like a very wise Mr Wenger said: There is no way to differentiate stupidity and intelligence.

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P/S: Gary Giggs =p HAHAHAHA!