I felt like writing, but I don't have much to say about any one particular thing. So I won't write just about one particular thing.

I'm not moody, but I have my moods.

I started composing a post on music, and what I think of when I hear particular songs. It got dreary just one paragraph into the post, so I deleted it.

I'm not the kind of person who maintains a personal diary. At the start of this year, I tried making it a habit to keep a diary. The last entry was on the ninth of February. I want to start writing again, but what do I do with the empty space in between? Fill it in from memory?

It just rained and the weather is wonderful. Sometime last year, I wrote a haiku after getting caught in the rain. I don't have a copy of it now but I think it went like this:

You smile like the rain.
Sudden, unexpected, but
Enough to drench me.

Two weeks into school, lotsa new friends! Literature students are the coolest. And most interesting. Though I still miss VJ and Victorians terribly.

I collect notebooks. Last year, I bought two notebooks (at the same time, because I couldn't resist) from the school bookshop. I haven't used them yet. The middle step of the bunk-bed, which is also storage space, is full of (mostly unused) notebooks I've collected over the years. The oldest one is a tiny notebook I bought for 5cents when my kindergarten took us to a nearby shop to learn about money. They gave each of us 5cents to buy either coloured paper or a notebook. That must have been my first purchase ever, alone.

Will I ever be able to write anything worth reading?

Such a pity there's no rehearsal today, I was looking forward to it the whole week. Now it's another whole week away.

I'm an extensive daydreamer. Always have been. I can't get my mind to stop. I daydream on the way to places. On the way home. When I'm bathing. When I brush my teeth. When I lie down to sleep. (sometimes I dream so much that I can't get sleep. Sounds ironic doesn't it.) When I walk around the house. I daydream whenever I'm not talking, not reading seriously, not watching anything seriously. And it's almost always dramatic daydreaming.

The mood is passing and I'm starting to feel a little silly about this post too. I better stop now or I may delete the whole thing.


Oh! To ICS people: Remember the way Reuban always used to ask why the sky is so high? I think I have an (act-cool) answer now. It's to make sure we reach for the stars.