one nurse, one housewife

is it lalang? yes i think it's lalang, all the wheaty-looking plants that have suddenly grown out. there was yet another suddent storm in the evening, a deluge to flood the stairways and bring down the mangoes prematurely. and the setting sun made the corridor diamond again. (as if 'diamond' were a colour.)

maybe the rain tamed the sun's evening glow, but then didn't the sun bring about the rain? the air is definitely cool, but you can still feel the warmth of the sun rays. 暖光.

haha, i had a good evening in the ops room with weiyang. for once, we weren't running and, instead, getting fat. drinking tea, hot chocolate, eating cookies. and the fried food. god, the fried food. but i have a 29 inch waist.

i think this week i have - for the last time - cleared out the platoon 6 bunk, and along with it all traces of everyone. it's easy to think about them when i think about the arrangements of their beds, but now even the beds have been moved. i picked up the slip of paper i wrote to label my cupboard.

i have again failed SOC too, which was followed immediately by another evening storm. and then the bus stops on the road in the rain. it's at moments like these that you start pondering your past - past choices, past mistakes - and willing the rain to wash away even the most indelible stains. and then the bus moves on, and so do we.

i'm actually tired.