snowing.

perhaps if we consider raining in singapore to be snowing, then we are having a white christmas indeed.

strong winds, strong pelts of raindrops on the pavements, on the roads, the people.
is it snowing in their hearts too?


today, as i stood out there in the balcony, the wind smelt sweet.
surprisingly.
like sugar-coated cakes and candies.
with whipped cream on the top and cherries adorned.
with icing all over, colours sprinkled.


so sweet, i wanted to breathe in everything.
wished i could eat air.
perhaps my heart would too be filled in that sweetness.


i used to hate the rain.
i found myself loving it this year.
the cold, the chill that runs down your spine when wind sweeps your hair across your face.
whips your clothes in all directions, loose leaves falling on your head.
the grey skies, as pretty as the once clear-blues.
you just need a different perspective.


so, i received my first christmas card this year.
nowadays people don't bother with the tiresome snail-mail anymore.
sms-es, emails, msn greetings.
this unexpected card warmed my heart.

i think if maybe i don't care so much,
it doesn't matter that much at all.
sometimes, somethings, i think i don't care at all.
i choose selectively.
i placed these choices wrongly.


digression.
i like my hair.
found the right way to style it.
at least i won't look so boy anymore.
HAHAHAHA.


samsam is right.
im suffering from a syndrome.
and i hope i can get out of it soon.

creep.
now, if only someone could sing that song to me.


that tree, infront of my window for years.
only today, that i realised it's all bare.
shedding it's leaves year by year.
twigs, branches, trunk, roots; its remnants.
it has bared its soul.
around it, the other trees wave their green covered branches happily.
ignorant, oblivious, proud, sheltered.
humbly, that bare tree stood, silent, watching, observing, knowing.

the humble tree.
the rainy day.
the sweet winds.