February 22nd
It rained last night. While a common sight back home in Singapore, it's only the second time I've seen the ground wet from something other than an over-enthusiastic sprinkler. It started in the afternoon, while I was cycling to one of my classes. Small droplets fell, and you could feel the excitement in the 35000 strong student body that was moving from building to building. Hushed tones of awe and a weird smile was plastered over the face of us Wildcats. It brought out some feelings I've never experienced in my life.
In the cold evening wind, the yellow street lights glowed with a certain fuzziness from the rain, as me and a few of my dorm mates went just outside campus to have a smoothie. It's kinda like a milkshake, with lots of fruit thrown in for good measure. The fuzzy street lights have always brought back childhood memories. It always reminded me of the times I cried as a child, and stared outside the window. The lights on the street would refract through my tears and produce a sparkle that would stay etched in my mind's eye. Don't get me wrong, I was never a cry baby as a kid, these moments happened when I had to leave my nanny's home to spend the weekend with my parents. It's not that I don't love my parents, it's just that when you're five or six, that's a lot to handle - moving from one place to another.
I got back my science test results today. A smile flooded my face despite my best efforts to keep it in. I did well beyond my expectations. This subject, which I so dreaded, then loved, gave me the most uncertainty as to the grades I would get, but opened my mind to the infinite universe, and the laws that govern it in a most wondrous, cohesive manner. The Professor even asked me why I wasn't doing Engineering or Science. To be honest, I don't know.
I want to be so many things. Not to stroke my ego, or make me look good, but there are so many things that I love, or learnt to love in my life (statistics and brinjals I have to work on). I don't know if I'll end up doing MIS like I came to Arizona for, but I want to entrust it all in God's hands. He knows what's best.
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