Rainy days

Today was a rainy day. Once in awhile you'll get drenched easily no matter if you have a bloody umbrella or not. For now, i don't wanna be under the rain. I don't wanna get sick, and i don't like coming back in wet jeans, at least at the back of it. Why must it always be the back? I was thought to not get my head wet first.
Rainy days bring memories to me during different phases in my life. Generally, i still do love them. While young, or sleepy, or lazy, the best place to be during an outraged downpour would be under covers and in lala land. I was an asthmatic little kid and it was the best lying there in my bed, lying to my form teacher who would be lying to herself if she didn't believed i was not sick. I was so famous for being sick that Mrs. Ong didn't have to ask the class if they've seen me, she would just wait for the infamous pink slip, aka Medical certificate to be brought upon her table first thing in the following morning.
Life was good during those times. I could get so freaking sick that I can't even call out to my Ma and my Pa who was right beside me on their queen size bed fit for five, when we were young. I do miss those days, even the sick ones. At least i had a Ma around then.
Then there was the teenage years, where condoms were legends and porn were video tapes, guys teaching each other how to masturbate, video games were coolest, basketball was fantastic, and everyone wants to be the MAN! I missed my first crush most when we talk about rainy days.
She wasn't the one that i liked during the my last primary year. She was the one that i saw after graduation in the Grocery store right behind my house. I fell head over heels in love then, love at first sight then, so cool, so over now, but that was an incredible infatuation at that particular age. I didn't get to talk to her till I was in my third year then! I remembered the incident well since I'll always remember the burning sensation that i felt when i walked up to her while we were always on the same path to school. I really can't remember anything I've said but the sensation was irrefutable. 7 years after that day, i still loved it. Her mum's my hair stylist for now, but i guess i won't see her that way anymore (grin). Life has changed so much, that sometimes i ask myself if there was anything i would like to change in the past. The answer will be for me to regain the time i've not spent with my beloved Ma when i had the chance.


It was about a week or so in between for me to finish this blog. It's still been raining at different times of the day. Sometimes i wonder if there's a pattern just like my shift schedule, so that i could follow it and my clothes will be dried in the shortest time, i don't have to get caught in the rain when i'm outside.
So coming back to the subject of this blog, what does my first real crush have to do about rainy days? I walk to school everyday, so definitely there will be rainy days when i would wait for her even though i knew deep down that she doesn't like me and treats me as a friend, but i still waited. Sometimes i purposely forget to bring my umbrella during the monsoon only hoping that i could share her umbrella. Sometimes it does work but sometimes i had to walk back alone since those days discipline was strict and if her class goes off first, chances were she'll leave first. This shows how thick a guy's skin can be when he's in love, even if his love was not reciprocated.
The local comic store is along the path to my secondary school. I would always smile when i think of all the times in the rain with or without an umbrella. Come to think of it, i really had to thank my parents to at least have the decency to get a water resistant bag for me, i'm very particular about it even for now.
Recently, i met someone whom i shouldn'tve started meeting and one of our meetings ended in that exact comic store. I went in to update myself and then walked back in the midst of a thunderstorm which just started when i started walking. I remembered trying not to get wet for i wanted to wear the same pair of jeans to a dinner i'm going to later, but i focused mostly on not getting my head wet, which i did pretty well while my umbrella was slowly shedding apart. (that was how freakishly heavy the rain was). The thing is, i didn't take any time to reminisce of my walks back. That was sad, just plain sad.
Then speaking about my unforgivable meetings, there were times when we had to share an umbrella together in downpours so bad that the only way for both of us not to get wet was to stay tight. It felt, as flushed as the day i went up to my 1st crush, but not that strong. I sholdn't have these feelings, but i do.

Despite the whole asthmatic thing, i do enjoy being drenched under the rain in the right apparel. It feels like some sort of cleansing where I am reborned and ready to take on anything that's thrown to me in life. If i wrote this 10 years ago, i think the last sentence wouldn't mention anything about what i'm wearing under the rain, but things has changed so drastically since i have to wash my own clothes when I grow older, not more mature. Just older.