  mystery & porcupine magic i was bored this afternoon and behind me where the window overlooks the road, millions of fine raindrops were pelting everything in sight into a wet (soggy for the grass patch) but sufficiently recognisable incarnation. all that is left of the rain now is the smell; the slight, stale sensation of soil floats around. so much for a lonely late afternoon for the typical singlet-wearing teenage singaporean... like myself. my current desire is to have a good camera so that i can spend time outside taking pictures. i believe that it's the only way for me to get out of this prison i love so much... 
