May the rain come

It's a busy Thursday. I like to be busy. In fact, I think I ought to be a lot busier than this. At least it's much better than staring into blank space and over-thinking. Last night we visited Z's work place. I like seeing that she's really happy there, with her working environment, with the people there, with the animals I never used to see her come in contact with. In the car, I shared with them what happened. And they started arguing over who should be at fault. I didn't like to see them argue. And I didn't think anyone was at fault. But I felt a warm fuzzy feeling when I heard what my two besties said, "She shouldn't be hearing all these and going back to what she was like." I don't really know what I was like. But I know I must have been a very wimpy kid. Thank you, for loving me so dearly still, even though I have been harping on the same thing, unwilling to move on. I know they are probably sick of hearing the same tales. I shall, put my foot down this time, and promise myself that I will not talk about it again. Accusations, unfairness, truths, whatever. I am going to bury them and put them behind me. 

Hopefully I am in time to resume my 2014 resolution.

On a side note, let's continue to pray for MH370.
I still believe in miracles...

And yesterday we saw a big fire in CCK/Yew Tee area. It seemed really serious, I hope no one was hurt.

Last but not least, I hope the rain comes soon. Maybe people will be less angsty.