i wrote this last february regarding rain and reading back on it, it made me think. do i sound the same now as i did before? has anything in my writing changed?

i'm not usually a rain person but today, as i was walking back to my dorm, i merely lifted my head and closed my eyes and for a moment i lost myself in the moment. it was like one of those old, exaggerated producer-productions in the late communistic 1950's era when a character stands in the rain and the audience feels his complete pathos and loses it in just this mere character's self-deprivation to awaken and see that indeed, it sometimes takes pain to progress. i think i like rain now.

i hear christine's alarm clock chirp in the other room. damn lucky girl. why do i always get the 8 am classes? and why oh why do i have to always attend lecture in order to get a decent grade in the class? it's not fair damn you christine, it's not fair you're so smart and i'm so...not. hah, oh well, perhaps we'll even out someday, just not on the intellectual level.

it's cold in berkeley now. weather seriously took a 360. but i kind of like it. wool coats, scarves, cashmere gloves. when do you ever get to wear this stuff in LA? granted i get cold way too easily and most the time i'm still freezing, but occassionally, the slight tremors of coldness remind me of my sanity.

and so i get to go home this weekend where things are probably not as cold. i miss my house, i learned that my backyard fence doesn't look the same anymore and my parents are installing a new shower in my bathroom. i miss the comforts of having parents around, the convenience of having a car, i actually even miss diamond bar suburbia! so i'm excited nevertheless, i get to go home!