it was pouring when i left temasek towers at 6pm just now...

i made a quick dash to tanjong pagar mrt station and crossed the underground tunnel to the other side of the road to take 700 back home..

on the bus as i stared out of the watery blur window... i remembered when i was young... my mum let me and leong go out and play in the rain a couple of times...

we would run around the block... or play at the playground.. of cos for a while only... not like a few hours..

i would stand in the rain (yea..pretty heavy one) and open my mouth to catch the water...then spit it all out.. haha

i would tilt my head up and try to keep my eyes open as the rain fall from the sky

when we reach home...my mum would tell both of us not to tell my dad that she let us play in the rain..



my old house/estate really brought me lots of great memories..

i remembered when i was young.. we had swimming lessons... mum would let us go out to swim after it had rained cos the water is warmer... serious.. but i still cant really apprehend why after it rains the water is warmer.. haha..

we would have survival "trap water" lessons where everyone would jump into the water fully clothed in our pajamas and with our pants tie two knots at the end and make a float with it...



ya.. i've also tasted water from fire hydrant before...

i remembered once when the fire hydrant was leaking a little..

then i put my mouth there and let it drip into my mouth...

it taste horrible! i think there's some kind of chemical or if not.. it's just some sewage water bah..

haha... lesson learnt.. but it was still fun..

anyway i also learnt that most fire hydrants wont start bursting out with water when u "uncap" both the sides like what happens in cartoons.. u know what i mean rite? haha... it's the panel on the floor beside it... where you have to remove the cover and use some rod to reach beneath to turn on the water...



i've also used a nail cutter with this small "knife" to try to cut off some jackfruits from a tree in my estate...

i couldnt wash off the sticky liquid or whatever u call that, which oozed onto my hand... hahah



ya.. of cos.. the mango tree which my mum planted bear fruits every year and the security guards and cleaners will creep around to use bamboo poles to poke them down...

and the late nites... really late nites... mignights where i would go jogging around my estate when i was in secondary school...

and catching a 1998 world cup midnight match's 2nd half with a security guard in his guard house when i went out to get some midnight snacks during half time...



such nice memories... :)

really thank God!