On the first of september, it rained all day... Sometimes, I tend to forget the changing of months and give it little thought. One day on the shuttle bus, I suddenly felt that having months, and having 12 months in a year is perfect. Every month has its own personality, and about 30 days of each in a year is just nice. I think the aggressive first september rain was the thing that reminded me of the existence of months... I tend to like the months of september, october, november and december. It's probably associated with the cooler, rainier season in singapore :)
It's 6am in the morning, I haven't slept all night, I'm typing incoherent stuff on my blog and I just don't want to go to bed. Sometimes, I think I'm just afraid of going to bed. And I don't really know why.
Wy is coming over to stay tomorrow, yess company for one night :)))
I went off @
2:51 PM
Thursday, September 3, 2009