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Friday, July 14, 2006
Rainy Days And Mondays




"Rainy days and Mondays always get me down..."

That's a line from a Carpenters' song. I've observed that plenty of people abide by that. They agree that rainy days and Mondays aren't exactly the best days. I wonder if its my personality that dictates my going against this trend. I love it when it rains. It sometimes feels like the world is being cleansed through the cries of heaven. There's an unexplainable feeling that hovers over me when the clouds are dark. To me, it feels as if the world moves slower in a more somber mood and you get the chance to savor every second. Rainy days are the best for playing the piano. Every note pressed reverberates into the soul. Keys pressed produce billions of vibrations and these vibrations produce waves that produce sound, and sound, in turn, produces a melody. I recommend playing on a rainy night. Nothing can ever beat that. The ambience must always match the song. A Comme Amour by Richard Clayderman and the theme from Love Story by Henry Mancini are my picks for a midnight haunt on the piano. I can already imagine it. The pouring rain outside, the lights are out inside and the melancholy tinkling drains out every other noise there is. I can lose myself in that. I really think I can. Just feel what every succession of notes are trying to convey. I believe that there is a story in every melody and we just have to listen close enough to find it. The musical instrument is a pen and the air is a piece of paper.

Aside from rainy days, I like Mondays too. Mondays mean I get to go back to school. I may be one of a few who love going to school no matter the work load and complaining of high fatigue and stress. I like learning. I like being productive even though the outcome may not be the most excellent work I've done. I like filling my time with activities but I do spend time to just sit and watch the world pass by. There is just so much to do and so little time. I don't like being stagnant or being bored. Mondays mean that you get to look forward to the weekend. I think we appreciate the rest we get because we're swarmed with work most of the time. It's pretty much like happiness. You won't ever know what it is unless you've felt as if the forces of the universe are conspiring against you. They always go hand in hand, happiness and sadness, I mean.

Just a random thought:
It's sad that the country is so polluted that it isn't even advisable to bathe in the rain anymore. I miss walking with my bestfriend on a rainy monday talking about anything and everything.

Posted by Lex, 8:28:00 PM

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