walked home in the rain today.

it wasn't raining but it was when i got to tanah merah. I didn't like walk in the rain to enhance the atmosphere or something dumb like that.

wonder if the skies try to match the weather with the moods of the people that walk beneath it and look up?

what makes a person good at something?

all may have seemed good but nothing was good since yesterday..



met jeremy on the mrt. managed to forget some things.

but not for long.