raindrops...

i arrived back in Singapore from the other side of the Pacific after a time-warping experience... air-travel is still a mysterious thing for me... particularly if it involves multiple time-zones... and if you think that procrastinating is a good way to kill time?! try flying... you could erase days!

it's been raining all night... thunderstormy... and unsettling. i don't think one ever gets such rains in europe, although, i have experienced monsoon-like rains in germany for weeks and weeks and getting soaked to the skin. it has literally been pouring buckets... the sky's all misty and grey... clogged up with the angst of all the world's troubles.

everyone needs a bit of catharsis... and i suppose the earth, too.

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed,
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

So, I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done,
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long 'til happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

(trumpet solo)

It won't be long 'til happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

by B.J. Thomas, 1969; from Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid Soundtrack

nobody said it was easy...

it is a cold bitter day... yet warm enough for some snow, finally. f and i boarded a bus which takes passengers across the mississippi from st. paul to minneapolis and ends up at a light-rail station. from there, the light-rail would get us to the airport. f's been here visiting... and it's been lovely having him around.

the brief passage on the bridge across the river rendered the visual confirmation of winter's presence, as if the biting cold one feels was mere illusion... the surface of the mississippi was frozen and cracked ... and the snow-sprinkled icy jig-saws encapsulated part of what was once the moving mass of water... stopping motion... as if to stop time.

f and i go ways back to our days in grad-school in germany... we've been friends as though it's been forever... and also a little more than just very good pals... driving each other insane... and helping each other out... well, he helped me more than i ever helped him in return... but such as it is... i seem to be the one who needed more help; me, the little miss "damsel-in-distress"... and little miss "lack-of-self-confidence".

it's a blessing to have a friend like f, who is not only a wonderful confidant, but also someone open-minded and realistic about life... someone who is able to appreciate that often many circumstances are hard to overcome... and that we never know if what we choose to do, decide upon, or the path(s) we end up taking... is necessarily right or wrong.

and so we parted as friends, time and again. perhaps a little wiser and more grown-up in many ways... and more appreciative of who we are because of each other.

"Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard"

--- © Coldplay ---

soon, the warmth will release the icy sheets and set the trapped water free... and time will no doubt pass until we next meet.

... i'll still miss you so.