Under My Umbrella

Rain inspires me to write.

I left school today feeling perplexed. Although the rain wasn't hard, but the walk from school to my bus stop is not so short when raindrops tap endlessly on the head. I ducked from cover to cover until I stopped right in front of Welcome. The option in taking a taxi home isn't so appealing when you can save thirty dollars. So I decided to purchase my first umbrella. I went into Welcome and approached the lady who was ever so helpful in introducing me to all kinds of umbrellas they sell. Half of them have the word Welcome on it. Not very attractive. So I took into my hand, what the lady called a pale yellow child umbrella. Ironically, it was bigger than what I need. The umbrella is also, just right for my height. I walked towards the cashier with a hundred dollar bill. Seeing the line, I had long moments of hesitation. But I guess my phone distracted me long enough. When it was my turn, the lady asked where the price tag was. Funny how the cashier was asking me that. I said I dont know. She said "That's seven ninety".
Wait what?

Seven nineth. $7.90. I paid and left.

For some reason, this umbrella gives me so much satisfaction. It's so true that the weather can affect us a great deal, as Terence said. But I also believe it depends a lot on you. As I began our first journey, I felt genuinely happy. Perhaps because that overcasting cloud over me the past few days is on its way out of my world. I don't know what it is. Sitting in my bus, I stared at that umbrella hanging next to me.

It was just a $7.90 worth of...umbrella. But I felt that it was my prized possession.
I've never owned a personal umbrella. And I realized as I am sitting in front of my computer, typing this, that the first is always the most precious, most memorable. Whatever it is, the first will always be the first. The umbrella now leans by the front door and looking at it gives such a satisfying feeling.

That feeling is so warm and safe. Now I am not a freak.
The umbrella, one way or another, will be in the hands of another person. Or perhaps blown away by a typhoon 8. But...right now it's safe and dry in my apartment. And the first will always be the first. That pale yellow just about describe everything I'm feeling right now. The weather doesn't define your feelings. You define the weather. Sometimes I hate the rain. I hate that wetness you feel in your socks. But today, sitting in my bus, the rain has become my friend.
Maybe because I have a umbrella now :)

This is afterall, a very random post.

The sun's in your heart when you don't see it in the sky

Time is a magical thing...

After seeing Time Traveller's Wife today, wow it made me think so much on my way home. That movie, I got to say, was one of the most impacting movie I've ever seen. Maybe to other people it's just a normal chick flick. Sure enough it was. But well...if you have the ability to travel through time would you really want to see your future? The people you're going to meet, who you're going to marry and when you're going to die? Would you really want to go back to the past, knowing nothing can be changed. For Henry, it isn't a choice. I personally won't want to know my future. I'd like to live it out. I'd like to make a decision without having to know what I've chosen. Uncertainty brings along spices in life. The unknown is what keeps us interested. The ongoing question mark in life is what pushes us forward, seeking for the answer.

By the way, Eric Bana looks a bit like Mr. Schick and Rachel McAdams a LITTLE like Jessica Alba. This is going to stir up a controversy so I'll shut up. So yea I really enjoyed the movie...you just can't NOT cry in these types of movie.

So a little update on my senior life. It has been quite...an adventure. I think to some extent, the title of a "senior" makes people behave differently. Is this what psychology means as the environment forces us to become who we are? - B.F. Skinner :) yay I still remember! But yea it's almost as if this title entitles some people to do just about anything they want. It's strange that for the last year of high school life, you discover things you've never noticed before, especially the things that are most familiar to you for all your life.

Gotta make every moment count they say.

How do you make something count? Time is a magical thing. The more you try to grasp it, the more it slips out of your hand. I think it's safe to say, nothing lasts forever. Nothing but my God. The people you hold so dear today, the people you trust and the people you turn your tears to - one day they will be gone. And I think about my life after high school. I think about the people I turn to whenever I have the lowest days...will there still be talks in the park? Each bus stops, each store, each street holds its own memories. It's strange that the memories you remember most clearly aren't those with lots of laughs and lots of people. What I remember the most is when walking alone gets difficult, someone is there beside you.

Things that used to be so important, lost their appeal. If it means I need to walk out of my way to be a friend, I'll walk away alone. If it means I need to stand alone, I'll stand alone. The world seems very small, when you're stuck in your comfort zone. There is so much to discover when you're willing to turn your head around.

All my regrets, all my acclaims

The joy and the pain

I'm making them yours

Trees Swaying Outside My Window

What would be better than blogging on a typhoon day home :) HAH after a morning of studying econ...I think I deserve a break. Anyway all I can say is that I'm ever so grateful for a day off during this hectic week. It's only the third week of school =.= but it feels like I've been in school for months already. I'm quite ready for a long weekend.

• For lunch today, I re-read the Doll's House. I'm not a feminist or anything but I am liking that play to the core.
• I'm listening to The Carpenters. (which I'm sure only my mother's generation would listen to, with the exception of Gianne of course)
• Economics is a very interesting subject
• I actually like the gloomy feeling of a typhoon. The wind banging on the window, the rain, everything :) Last night I had trouble sleeping with the typhoon right outside my building, so I listened to Rainy Days and Mondays. Oh, the irony.

There's a kind of hush, all over the world tonight

Happy Birthday Terence

You were born in a zoo

You smell like a monkey

And you look like one too.

haha just joking! =) ♥ ♥
*this was the version we wanted to sing you instead but I guess we were too nice :)*

Anyway happy 17th birthday Terry. Hope you liked the Barbie cake...we customized the white girl for you! If I was lame, I would give you a birthday shout out. But because I'm so cool and we're not people of many words (HA!), I will simply leave it at happy birthday, you are very pretty and thanks for being an awesome friend (when you don't PMS on me). Keep playing your guitar, someday I'll be as good. Since people say we look alike, I'll prove them wrong.

Here's the proof: beauty and the beast HAHAeww. =) anyway hope you have a blast on your actual birthday tomorrow. And since I can't get you a present ON your birthday, this will do?

uhhkay OLIVE JUICE ♥ ♥

BYEBYE & HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN.