Alhamdulillah, the haze’s cleared. API reading in Gombak’s dipped below 100, or so I read. Back to normalcy.
Twas a rainy day today…perfect. My kind of day. There’s something breathtaking about listening to Bach when its pouring outside. Must give my thanks to ‘Danial’ (don’t know how to spell his real name, so I might as well play it safe) for lending me his collection; I’ve been enjoying Bach and Gregorian Chants, and have yet to start on Beethoven’s compilation. He’s one of the lads from mock trial, a co-scriptwriter-turned-actor who’s probably of the only witnesses who poses me a problem - he cracks me up when he brings his character to life. Found out we have many things in common on my way back to Nusaibah (he walked me home since it was close to midnight) which is cool, since we both thought we were the last people on Earth to be into classical music. He knows more about classical music than me though, so I respect him for it. I guess I did feel a little awkward walking back because of the stupid cracks ‘Dr. Lee’ and ‘Faiz’ made about him accompanying me, but overall, it was nice to listen to someone else’s take on things of my interest as well.
This I have to mention. Have you ever had this sudden urge where your inner child takes over, and you do something you last did when you were 10, just for the fun of it? Last Friday, that happened to me. As a little girl, I used to be a serious pain in the behind. As much as I would like to envision my childhood as moments of white frilly dresses with blue satin sashes, ribbons in hair, laughing gaily on swing sets, it wasn’t so. As a child, I wouldn’t sit still, I would roam and explore and wander, go on extraordinary adventures ie dig through mud, roll down hills, climb steep slopes, hide in thick shrubs and bushes, clamber up trees onto rooftops to slide down the lamposts even though I was forbidden to, and do everything else imaginable that by the time I got back, I’d be snotty, have bits of twig in my hair, and grime underneath my fingernails. *Shudders* Mum must have had a nightmare. Back to the story, I used to do these hand flips on monkey bars as a little girl…and I had this really strong urge to do it again on the handbars lining the Sumayyah walkway. Since I had undoubtedly grown taller, was much heavier and a lot less agile, I was in a state of uncertainty til Yani came along and told me to just do it if it made me happy. So I did. I flipped over, and made it safe, uninjured, and felt like a 10 year old again. Started laughing like mad after that. Yani told me later that she almost had a heart attack becasue she thought my head would hit the pavement when I flipped over, so I won’t be trying that anymore. I can’t say I regretted doing it though. 
From my last entry, I have yet to finish my list of thanks. Cheers to Yani and Abby for ‘Lulu’, to my sister for the book and the hair chopsticks, to my brothers for the coupon and card, to Dad for the dough and to Mum for dinner out and what she called the ‘preparation kit’ aka an apron and a set of kitchen mitts. I think I know what she means by ‘preparation’ but I shall not acknowledge it.
Contracts class starts at 8am tomorrow. Best get to bed.
Enough said here.
