It’s raining here in Singapore. I’m in the bus stop waiting for my ride home. A guy just burst out from beside me running to cross the street with nothing but his hand to cover his head. Stupid. His head alone is bigger than his fat-fingered-hand, and let alone his belly and the rest of his body. If he kept his hands to his side, at least he wouldn’t look like a pig dancing the flamenco in the middle of Orchard while it’s raining.

Raining is bad weather for some. Maybe, for most. But rain is the weather I thrive in most. Number one, I love jogging and, for that matter, jogging in the rain. Only issue is I’m not home yet. I can already hear my feather-light running shoes calling for me. Adidas. Weighing only 180 grams.

My bus just arrived. I hopped right in catching a spray of water from between the bus stop’s shed and the bus’ roof. Life ain’t perfect. I tap my card on the reader and swipe the water off my shirt. Out through the window, I see a white guy walking in the rain with wireless headphones on. Headphones, not earmuffs. Although similar. Also stupid. He was drenched and yet casual in his gait.

Number two, I love reading. And rain has the same effect as white noise/ambient/zen music that companies use, actually pay for, because of the effect it has on employees. Something to do with heightened emotions and therefore better creativity. Just now the bus’s fan belt squeals like a cow under electric torture.

I’m excited. Excited to run and to begin the week. There’s just a little left of last week’s stress in me. I am so grateful for having an incredibly supportive girlfriend. Even her flaws act to get me going again. I love her dearly. How I wish I could marry her soon. Can’t live any longer without her. She is my light house.

The bus just passed by a long flyover. A wide river was below us and far ahead, partially blocked by the Singapore Flyer, is the big ocean. The sun was still shining, only occluded by the clouds where we were. In that far distance, I could see where the part of the river that touches the sun meets our part that the gray clouds shade with darkness. It feels good. I am very hopeful.

Oh look! The sun just started shining on our road too. The windshield wipers are now wining their pleas against further work and the bus driver succumbs. I guess I’ll be running with the soft 5 0′clock sun on my back as the evaporating water rejoins the cool atmosphere today. Wonderful.

See you later.