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Raindrops on Roses

It's a rainy start this morning. The kind of morning that would ideally be fit for a snuggle in bed surrounded by fluffy pillows and a nice soft thick duvet. Sigh... I can only dream right now because I am in fact at work. I wonder if it will be raining throughout the whole day. That would be nice.

As I was driving rather sleepily to work this morning, I decided that I love rainy days. The kind where you can see the rain falling on the window pane and it's a nice melody of droplets hitting on ground. Thunder and lightning scares me though, but I still like the rain. Maybe it's because I live in such a hot weathered country. The rain cools the air around and somehow makes it easier to breathe too... at least for me.

I'm hoping for a quiet day in the office and an early end. I don't hope to stay back for any reason whatsoever, so what I plan to do is to stay in for lunch and work on my office packing. That way I can leave the office early for home and hopefully sleep early. I pray that I'm lucky enough today. I'm just so not in the mood to be productive today. GOD help me...

A quick reminder...

Earth Hour is in 5 days! Have to remember Saturday, 28th March 2009, at 8.30pm - LIGHTS OUT!

I asked my dad if we could do it in our house since they're back here. He said, "Can, but half an hour only laa... Got Akademi Fantasia at 9pm." LOL!! I'm hoping that even Astro would support this and not start their live TV programme until 9.30pm that night. We'll see!
Join me?


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