fast times

I have a really emo post about my mother in my drafts that I fell asleep writing a few nights ago. But since my weekend has been a really nice weekend, I shall save the sadness for later. 

On friday, tkgs had its annual cross country/ zany parade at bedok reservoir. I didn't bother rushing for it and I reached about an hour late, getting lost along the way because I walked in the wrong direction after getting off the bus. A man on a bike offered to take me there but a lady who was jogging insisted I go with her instead. Zany parade wasn't much but it was nice just having a day off from studying. Cut the queue at the milo van and had like 6 cups of milo at one go, sat around watching other girls, walked around, watched people some more, and then we had prize presentation early because it was going to rain. The wind picked up just as that ended. It was quite pretty. The rest of the morning had been bright, hot and cloudless but at once the skies turned grey and the winds rained leaves on our faces. It looked a bit apocalyptic, though, but it was exciting.

We were told to rush to the tiny shelter nearby but obviously it could not protect all one thousand and three hundred screaming girls from the storm. The rain first came down as tiny darts that stung the back of my calves as we hurried away, and coalesced quickly into large raindrops that chilled the day's warmth from my body. I found my friends in all the frenzy and we decided to just head for the bus stop. We were soaked to the skin once we got there but we were laughing and happy and it felt good. The bus stop was crowded as well and we had to huddle under umbrellas. Then there was rain dancing and rain hugs and just a lot of excitement because we've never really embraced the rain like that, you know? That being said, there was also a lot of worrying about whether our phones were alright or if our spare clothes would be drenched as well and wondering what to do about soaked underwear. We got onto a bus headed for tampines after a while, leaving puddles of rain water that flowed from our clothes and skin. It was incredibly cold and uncomfortable, but I liked it.

The rest of the day was a blur of shivering like crazy, blue lips, walking around in wet clothes, buying disposable panties cause we were too uncomfortable, lunch at popeye's, looking at people who were nice to look at, trying to warm up and getting dizzy at the open plaza at tampines mall, stealing forgotten sunflowers and harry potter for the second time.

Yesterday I watched Interview with the Vampire. I read the novel by Anne Rice when I was 12. My dad was an Anne Rice fan and our bookshelves were crammed with her classic horror stories. But her language was complex and not as easily-comprehended as a 12 year old would have liked so I must read it once more.