Fillial Ophelia

Well nope, actually in the context of Shakespeare's plays, the one known for fillial piety is Cordelia in King Lear.

Bright White Lights are out.
Yellow Mellow Lights are in.
At least in my life.
So, one of the greater obssessions in the life of Vanessa (one of which is obssessing over the obssession with homework, but not actually getting anything done) is now yellow lights. Her room had just been fitted with a yellow ceiling light. Warm light, as the lighting people call it. And she is currently sitting in front of the computer screen basking in the warm yellow glow from the hall wall lights. Ha don't you just love rhymes?

Gosh what am I doing I'm supposed to be working on an assignment, but I guess a break now and then doesn't harm anyone right?

My teeth are brushed and my face is washed, and I have drunk two glasses of water since. This is one of those times when I'm feeling slightly sedated by time and the lateness of it all, which is a feeling equivalent to a subtle kind of high. Is that how I should put it... Nope, it's more like a subtle kind of consciousness that you're alive, that your senses are more than slightly awake yet asleep. Everything is quiet except for the stupid bunch of screaming youths who just drove past on the road outside. The side of my knee itches. I scratch at the itch mindlessly. Cough cough. (Oh I just realised that my music has stopped playing. And that I spelled occasional the first time correctly and the second time wrongly in the previous entry. I must have some sort of spelling disorder. Or you could simply call it carelessness.)

What a waste of Internet connection time this entry is. Yes I do not have unlimited Internet connection time. I scratch my ear lobe. And sneeze. I swallow and my throat feels sore and I smell that phlegmy smell. The noisy vehicle has just moved off noisily. My other knee itches and I scratch it. I look at the clock and it says 3 o'clock. I think it's time for me to go back to my assignment.

I swear I need a life. I shall upload pictures! If I ever learn how to. And if I ever get to upload the pictures into my computer first. AAARGH. Everything is so pointless. My knee itches.

I Was An Unwilling Party.

About forty eight minutes ago--

I am taking a break from my assignment. The room window looks so tempting I cannot help but stick my head out of it. The last time I recall such a beautiful night was probably around December of 2006. The sky is a luminous red and moderate winds are blowing. It smells deliciously of rain. There are no stars tonight. There are no cars on the road except for the occasional taxi. The units on the block opposite are all dark. It feels like no one else is awake except for me and the streetlights and the ocassional taxi drivers. I have not felt such great peace and calm in ages. The feeling is so overwhelming that I get goosebumps on my legs. I take in the winds and the rainy smell and the lights and all of the clouds in the sky.



About thirteen minutes ago--

I have completed the assignment. The room window still looks tempting. Again I stick my head out of the window. I see a man on a bicycle and start fantasising about having a motorbike and riding on the road at night. I see two ah bengs ride past on bikes. I look up at the sky and it looks like it is going to rain.

And then I recall.

And then I unwittingly recall.

I recall the month of December in the year of Two Thousand And Six and the time when we had our annual starwatching expedition. I recall when I waited at the bus stop across the road.
It was drizzling.

I no longer am recalling.

I am watching it happen.

It was raining when we ran across the road. It was raining when we sat in the bus. It was raining when we walked in the mall. I think the rain must have washed the traces of body soap off your hand onto mine. I could smell your soap on my palm afterwards.
And then I remember.

I remember.

Why do I remember.