So finally it begins to rain, breaking the really hot spell that's been lying on my neighbourhood these past few days. All the windows are half-closed, and although it's 9 in the morning the lights are on and I'm typing on my laptop, listening to the rain.

This is bliss, do you know that? The feeling that one is entirely comfortable with the world, where one can be completely herself, can be free. The rain won't judge, and there's no one home, but you know that someone you care about will be returning, just not yet. You can be yourself, yet not feel alone.

There will be satay for lunch; Mom started preparing it from 5 this morning so that the meat would be better marinated. I have almost finished all my homework, except for Accountancy but that doesn't count because it's not on the schedule yet. There's no school, and it's the lull period in the middle of the week, the time to recover.

Actually, it isn't so bad, going home at 6.30 pm. From the MRT, you can see snatches of the sunset between the people in the crowd, and it's beautiful, rich spreads of yellow and oranges and pink, and if you're lucky, purple. I don't mind, only that it's 8 by the time I get home, and after a late dinner I only have an hour to do work before I must stumble off to sleep.

But it's a good life, this is.