I spaced out for a second, couldn't remember the english term for 'tai feng'. And I googled - typhoon. What a direct translation, phonetic. I wonder where this word comes from. The wind's been blowing for two days, raging on and on like a lunatic. The windows are shaking with spasmic bangings. Standing close to it, I was imagining if the glass would really shatter. I could see some cyclers struggling to keep their raincoats on as the wind threatened to throw them off balance. There was one man whose hat tipped on and off and he kept putting it back on again and again. Before I realized, I was actually laughing as I watched it from the 6th floor. Don't know what's wrong with me. I seldom gloat... Feel like my childhood self was back again eating away my control.
Nothing much interesting. Did a few readings. I marvel at my own patience. There was one line I saw that says 'the rendevous is like a drop of ink falling into a glass full of water. It spreads, and nothing can go back the way it should.' Or an oil stain in similar fashion. The effect is slow, unconscious, and after all toxic. Creeping up till you're lost.
Watched 'Head in the Clouds', starring Charlize Theron, Stuart Townsend (Char's bf) & Penelop Cruz. As long as Char's in it, it's guranteed to be FAB. more to come...
