It's a random thought night again.

I love rainy days.
I love the sound of rain pattering on rooftops and puddles.
I love the smell that precedes it.
I love the weather it brings.
I love the splatters it makes on windows.
I love the raindrops that are illuminated around a bulb of light.
I love snuggling under my blanket while a heavy storm rages outside my window.
I love being in a car on a rainy day, for it brings back good memories of being a kid and enjoying how the spots of rain on the windows would cast shadows on me and make me ask my parents enthusiastically 'do i look like a dalmatian?' Haha.. I certainly miss being a kid.
I love being in a car on a rainy day, for it brings me fuzzy images of my future, where I would be the one driving on a rainy night with the one I love.
I love how the rain makes me feel good without any reason at all.
I constantly search on for the reasons why, and I realise the above reasons are separate things I enjoy, but they do not explain why I just love rain. That's why I love it as much as ever, because it's mysterious.

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I was wondering why some of my friends are unattached, and I came up with a too-good-for-him hypothesis, the togfoh theory. One is too rich, one is too straightforward(in a good way), one is too damn smart, one is too nice-natured, one is too driven. All too-good-for-him. Haha the terms used to describe these girls are by no means exhaustive and are meant to be a stereotypical joke. If you find that you fit the descriptions of any of the above-mentioned, don't fret, instead, be honored cos I'm paying you a compliment, haha!

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Last night, I fulfilled my long-awaited desire. Very very long awaited. I had been wanting to down a couple of beers very badly ever since exam preparations started three weeks ago, but resisted it time and again in the fear that I would not be able to wake up early enough the next day. But last night I finallyyyy got what I wanted, and it was bloody worth the wait! It was GOOD and I'm so darn happy =)) Watched 50 first dates while drinking last night and surprisingly, I didn't even feel like crying this time. Beats me why I sobbed at the touching scenes like a battered bitch when I watched it when I was eighteen. Have I hardened or have circumstances just changed? If they have, they definitely have changed for the better.

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Went to chomp chomp for the first time in my life today, for the novelty factor. I'm just a sucker for going to places I've never been to before, and got suan-ed by some mean people for looking out of the bus and asking 'reaching already right??' as enthusiastically as when I was a kid =( Haha.. Had satay beehoon, hokkien mee, stingray, chicken wing and sugarcane! All shared of course =p I'd been surviving on canteen A/13/14 food for the past three weeks and anything, anything from the outside world would be satisfactory. But having my favorite hawker food was more than satisfactory, it was just heavennn. I don't really know how to judge the standard of the food, as long as it's not awful, I'm happy! Rather easily pleased =p

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There are two ways of seeing why I prefer looking forward to things rather than the event itself.
One - I just like hankering after things and do not appreciate it when I get it.
Two - I like thinking of the possibilities and that is hampered when reality (only one possibility out of so many) happens. And well a lot of the time, reality doesn't match up to what I imagine. Thus the disappointment.
I think I'll go for option two, haha.. But I must admit that option one is probably true to some extent.

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I've been feeling exceedingly tired the past two days, constantly on the verge of sleep in the afternoons and feeling a strange throbbing in my head that tells me I'm gonna fall sick. But after the lovely beer and chips affair last night, the symptoms disappeared. I wonder if it just put it off or cured it. Actually been tired the whole day since the moment I woke up, to the dreary NUAing in the afternoon, to the night time when I should have already gone to bed. Instead, it's 2.30 a.m. now and I am still reluctant to go to bed. Beats me why I do some things really. There's so much of myself I still don't understand, and I will never want to know everything. Where would the fun in life be if I did?