back in england,
we talked about the weather,
heaps about it,
a whole channel about it,
serious talk about it
how the winds are,
the direction of the rain,
the colours of the clouds,
how nice it is to see real blue sky today!
here in singapore,
we don't.
if we do, it's just because we are not having
a real conversation.
a monologue:
heat outside.
coolness inside the staff (stuffed) room.
in and out,
hot and cold.
after hours of paper work,
my head went numb.,
it's 6.30pm and i am still stucked at school.
suddenly it rained.
i stood outside and watched the rain.
closed my eyes and listened to the rain.
a monologue of the sound of rain.
then i wonder how i'm getting over to my car.
you said i should just ran over.
i stood,
watching the rain.
not bothered by how to get to the car anymore.
an umbrella was obtained.
still i was drenched.
but i'm fine.
you were at home,
there is no conversation,
you had flu instead.
reader k | 5/03/2005 07:58:00 PM |
