It's pouring hard-on outside. I like it like this. Do you ever watch the world from afar when it rains? I mean, just really watch. Do it from the top. The cold gray skies. The line of rooftops. The flats, houses and condominiums. The lawns, the track and the moor-like fields. The trees swaying to the rhythm of the rain. When it's raining like this, the world seems to go silent. And the only sign of life outside is the occasional trucks and cars passing by. Everyone nestles in the comforts of home. And the world outside is left quiet at last.

There are so many memories that rain brings to me. No wonder they say childhood is very important. It keeps you going on times like this. I'm feeling rather PMS-y right now and I could just cry for about anything. Anything at all. Like the fact that going back home this Christmas will be nothing more, if nothing less, than a torture. God I just miss Kathy and Vem right now. Now that I come to think of it, they are like my all-time best friends. They are sooo very different from each other and I run to them for different reasons. You have one to listen to your rants and will continue listening till probably the end of the world. Then you have one to give you the in-your-face truth; to shake you up so that you'll open your eyes, wake up from your dream and accept reality. And the fact that they are way on the other side of the globe, not coming back home this Christmas, is just arrgggghh! There you go.