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Saturday, March 27, 2004
raindrops keep falling on my head... la la la...oh it's saturday again... yet another week passes by... i can still hear the waves crashing onto the shore, the father and child acorss the waters fishing to their delight... the boats and yatch bobbing up and down with each passing wave... the sampans neatly parked near the shore...
then there was this rock tt said "why do good things dun last? haiz..." dated 25/10 and many more tt were unheard sorrows of broken heartedness.. guess this is part of the place in singapore where pple find solitude in bah... then behind me was this stunt biker who was practising his stunts... what a lovely place at a lovely time... then far away there was this coconut tree at the top of the little hill... shall go there one day...
there was this old man taking his afternoon nap under one of the shelter next to him his bike. it was picture perfect. however, i had no camera to snap it... it just lingered in my mind to savour... then there was this man who walked outta the jungles, running... and then tiny droplets fell, and a purple shade i sought...
at the corner of my eye i saw the cleaners sweeping the ground... and then there was the roads, all puddles of water... drops tt went splish splash... then i waited at the crossing, fearing tt a passing car will splash water on me... then my jeans became wet and so my shoes were soaked...
i walked in, having to hear thunderous pour of rain... i climbed up the stairs and into the dark, only to realise i was trembling coz i am afraid of the dark i can't see in the dark... i grab hold of the railing and went up up up...
saw shoes lotsa them... left what i ought... and climbed down again.. into the darkness and out in the open...
the drops grew bigger and colder... saw how vivid they were creating ripples on what seemed nvr ending streams of water... one after another till my eyes grew blur... the drains were now filled halfway with water... and the sound of the water gushing through...
i walked the path tt was dry now wet... with big puddles of water... by now, my shoe felt heavier then before... my toes lost feeling, my socks soaked... i cuddled my arms near my body, praying hard i dont' fall ill... at the crossing, i saw how oil gave a beautiful shade to the panel of water on the road... how the red man reflected perfectly on what looks like a mirror now... then it turned green...
my purple shade wasn't too perfect either... it leaked...
oh raindrops keep falling on my head...
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