great news!!!
we did not go to bangkok (doing cartwheels, jumping up and down, has gone crazy happy)! instead we spent until 2am merrying with friends and to think it was still a weekday.
i finished class at 7:30 last night. half an hour before my class, allan went in the room and asked me if he should go home to get our car as it seemed like it was about to rain. i told him that we will be fine.
not a minute after my class and just as i rode the motorcycle, droplets of rain came pouring down. now, a sensible person would say, let’s wait here where there are sturdy roof, comfortable sofas, internet connection and much more. but no, i said we’ll brave it since it did not look like it was going to be heavy rains.
an hour late, we arrived home soaking wet. he he he *blush*
but i did enjoy the experience. i can’t remember the last time we played in the rain. i must admit it was a bit romantic. not once did i complain (well i did not really have the right to, it was my stupid idea to go ahead and not let the rain pass) but being out there, under the rain, in late march where humidity and burning heat are everywhere, was a different but quite nice change, imo.
it made me want to write something romantic, something warm, a short story about how love, albeit stupid, can be heavy rain in the height of summer.
