rainy days messes everything up - tress fall because of the lightning, slow moving traffic, bus stops being more packed than it should be and lastly, it messes my urge to play soccer after school every weekday. i hate rainy days. i curse rainy days because it foils plans and it's a waste of money to cab back home. however, today's rainy day was extremely meaningful to me, i must say.

instead of taking a cab home, terencejit's father sent us to clementi interchange. i took a bus home and before boarding it, i called my maid to meet me at the bus stop with an extra umbrella. when i allighted, my maid was there already. she took the magazine i bought in clementi and gave me the extra umbrella. so, we walked home. initially, i didn't want to dirty or wet my pants, so with one hand, i pulled up my pants and held the umbrella with the other. (please hold on. i don't tell you readers all this bullcrap specific information for nothing.) i wanted to save my shoes and socks too, so i decided to walk really slowly and carefully. soon, i found it too tedious to do everything at the same time. i tried everything so that my shoes and pants will not be wet, but it was all in vain. i let go of my hand holding on to my pants, and continued my journey home. walking slowly was easy. but walking carefully so that you don't step on puddles of water was a tough job. so i decided to let it go, and walked naturally. the rain water obviously went into my shoes and socks, and eventually, my feet. i kinda liked this feeling. i hope this doesn't sound crazy to you. maybe because you get the same feeling when you're bathing. this cooling sensation chilling your feet and all. when i was nearing my house, i "let my guard down", and began running. although i'm 15, i have to admit i enjoyed looking at water splash sideways and away from me. no specific reason though.

using such an example, i can change the words of it but retain the gist and speak about my life story. like any other young teenager in secondary 1, i will be shocked when i look at others fight. it may be because of the influence i have received when i was in primary school. such a thing wasn't really common. vulgarities were hardly heard in primary school, but in secondary school, it's like a norm to everybody already. frightening.? definitely. talking about my spiritual life, i was also careful not to do the unholy things i wasn't supposed to initially, when i first joined FCBC somewhere in the beginning of secondary 1. i was afraid of its aftermath and how my life will turn out to be because i knew God can do anything, be it bad or good, to me. then somewhere in secondary 2, i was too exposed to such fightings and vulgarity-scoldings. i soon find it hard to cope not to blurt out vulgarities even when i'm speaking to my best of friends. it has become habitual for me. like in today's journey back home, i gave up holding my pants and walking carefully. it was too hard a job for me already. so i went on and on, scolding vulgarities on weekdays and praising God so extravagantly on weekends. because nothing happened to me when i did such stupid things, i thought it was a-okay. i continued and soon, i became more courageous in the negative way. like at the end of today's journey when i was nearing my house, i let my guard down and do stupid things like taking things out from the teacher's bag without the teacher's permission. because of my moment of folly and my stinking attitude that thought it was okay to do so, i took my friend's mp3 out of the teacher's bag when it was already confiscated. nobody to blame but myself. was this being courageous or was this being plain stupid.? being courageous is vital to every man, but being courageous at the right time and at the right situation is of greater vitality (like calling the girl you liked or even speaking to her face to face). but i messed everything up.

right now, i just need someone to punch me back into reality and realise i will not be able to escape so easily in future, and of course, that Mr Middle Year Examination is here.!