Her name was Keera. First saw her three years ago. Someone was walking past me. Black umbrella. Green striped polo shirt. A man. He was walking past me. Saw her approaching figure. Black hair. White socks. She was drenched.

She was walking in the rain. Aren’t we supposed to run in the rain? She was walking. Confused. Remembered someone walking past me with a black umbrella and green striped polo shirt just now. Black-umbrella-man was holding the umbrella up. Black-umbrella-man was walking. Aren’t we only supposed to walk in the rain when we have an umbrella?

She slowly walked towards me, her black hair and white socks drenched. Was inside a bus stop. Had no umbrella, and could not walk in the rain. Did not want to run. She sat next to me. A car dashed past me, sending a shower of rain into the bus stop. The rain was forming puddles of water on the road. The car splashed the water on me. The car was silver.

There was a purr. Raindrops dropped from the skies and splashed onto the road and the trees. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. There was another purr. Cars swooshed past the bus stop.

Felt something brushing against my leg. Looked down. It was Keera. She had green eyes. She purred and rubbed her head against me. It was wet. Reached down and stroked her head. Remembered someone doing this. She gave another purr, a lower one this time. Stroked her head more.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

Keera was trembling. She gave another purr. The rain stopped. Stood up. Walked towards my house. Another person walked past me. White tank top. Turquoise bra. She was holding an umbrella. Aren’t we supposed to hold an umbrella only when it is raining?

Puzzled. Turned to look at her walking away. Turquoise-bra-woman walked past Keera. Turquoise-bra-woman squatted down and stretch her hand out. What was Turquoise-bra-woman doing? Turquoise-bra-woman stroked Keera. She bared her teeth. Turquoise-bra-woman quickly stood up. Keera purred again.

Turquoise-bra-woman was speaking to Keera. Keera yawned. A torn umbrella was lying on the grass patch behind the bus stop. Keera yawned again. Turquoise-bra-woman was hyperventilating.

Turned back. Walked slowly to house. Was walking when I heard a loud scream. Turned back. Didn’t know why.

Turquoise-bra-woman had blood on her face. Turquoise-bra-woman was screaming. Keera was running away. Turned back. Didn’t care why.

Shouldn’t have pulled her tail.

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It is raining outside. I can hear the constant shattering of raindrops on the ground. I can see them as they hit the floor with such impact they shatter into a million little diamonds, sparkling for that brief split second before they disappear altogether.

I can see the rain. It is raining outside. I know it is raining outside because I can hear it and see it.

“The rain is heavy isn’t it?”
It stopped.
Let’s go before it starts raining again.

It was February the 2nd, and it was raining. I said, let’s go before it starts raining again.

Rainfall nourishes the plants and the trees. It gives us drinkable water and helps us stay alive. It is the existence of rain that allowed life. Without a water cycle, life would not have existed on Earth.

Without rain, life would not have existed.
Without rain, there will be no life.
Without rain, there will be nothing.
But why did it have to rain?

I said, let’s go before it starts raining again.

“Yeah let’s go!” was your reply. I handed you your helmet, a giant Hello Kitty sticker plastered right on top of it. The pink contrasted against the glossy black helmet.

A touch of feminine was your retort when you first stuck the sticker on the helmet despite my violent protest.

“Just to make sure I will be the only female pillion rider you will ever have,” you teased. I remember rolling my eyes. I also remember myself saying in jest that I could simply go get a new helmet.

I remember your sour face when you heard that. You didn’t say a word through that entire riding journey. I remember making weird faces just to cheer you up and assuring you that you will be my only female pillion rider ever.

It was raining, and it stopped.

I said, let’s go before it starts raining again. The one cylinder engine roared into life as I started the ignition. It was raining, and it stopped.

I waited as you climbed onto the motorcycle behind me, your shivering body against mine. Your arm wrapped my waist tightly, and I could feel your heaving breasts pushing gently against my back. You seem cold.

Are you cold?

“Of.. of course I am!” you replied me through quivering teeth.

Let’s go before it starts raining again.
The floor is wet.
Be careful.

I rode out of the car-park slowly. The road was wet, and I could feel the tyres of my motorcycle struggling to get a firm grip on the asphalt road.

That was what I said, let’s go before it starts raining again. I stand at the window, staring at the downpour outside.

Since then the sun has gone down a precise one thousand four hundred and sixty one times. The moon had waned into a crescent forty eight times.

It is February the 2nd today, and it is still raining.

One thousand four hundred and sixty one sunsets ago, it was February the 2nd, and it was raining. It stopped and I said, let’s go before it starts raining again. You got onto the pillion seat behind me, your hands wrapped around my waist tightly. I could feel your heavy breasts against my back, could hear your trembling lips.

The floor is wet, you said, be careful.

I rode out of the car-park carefully, testing the tyres’ grip on the wet asphalt road. It was very slippery. I remember being hesitant as I turned out onto the main road.

Three junctions later, I became more confident. I sped up, weaving in and out of the slow moving traffic that was undoubtedly caused by the wet road conditions. I remember thinking I was in control.

I remember feeling your grip on my waist tightening.
I remember hearing your request for me to slow down.
I remember turning my head to look at you, giving you a nod.
I remember hearing you scream.
I remember quickly returning my vision back to the front.
I remember seeing the car in front of me.
I remember taking a sharp turn right to avoid a collision.
I remember feeling the momentary loss of grip.
I remember thinking, oh shit.

The floor is wet, you said, be careful.

We both fell off the motorcyle, sliding across the wet floor. I saw you sliding beside me, but I could not see your face. I tried to reach out for you, but you were so far away. I heard the screening of brakes behind us, and felt a sudden jolt of horror.

I watched as it ran over you.

I gaped as I saw your blood flying in all directions, a silent scream escaping from my mouth. I ran towards you, what was left of you, and held you in my arms. I was full of blood. You were full of blood. I screamed, loudly this time. I screamed myself hoarse. I screamed and I screamed. You were in my arms. You were full of blood.

No…
No…
No…
NO!

I held you in my arms, what was left of you. I screamed and I screamed. I screamed, and it started raining again.

Forty eight crescent moons later, it is raining. I stand by my window, looking at the rain. I held you in my arms.

I screamed, and I scream.

The Basics

• Full Update Guide – from stock Dream Firmware to CyanogenMod – This includes information on how to root your phone. You do not have to install CyanogenMod (a custom rom currently running Android 2.1) if you don’t want to.
• XDA-Developers – G1 Development – If you don’t want to install CyanogenMod, find a ROM here. Most of the roms are based on CyanogenMod at the time of writing (28/6/2010).

Customising

• Themes for HTC Dream – Self-explanatory.

Mods & Hacks

• Speed up your phone’s response time to an incoming call – When you run a custom ROM, you will inevitably encounter the problem of the ROM not giving priority for memory to your Phone application. As a result, your phone lags when incoming calls come. Solve that problem with this.
• Make your phone louder – I’m not quite sure if I want this out in the open, but I guess those cursed blast-music-on-bus idiots don’t use the HTC dream. Anyway, as the title states, this makes the audio louder.

Useful applications

• setCPU – Use this to overclock your Dream while the display is on, and to underclock it when it’s sleeping. Good for conserving battery.
• Facebook app with working sync for Dream – The official Facebook application doesn’t allow Dream to sync properly with Google’s servers. This solves the problem.
• Gallery 3D/2D Switcher – Switch between having either the new 3D Gallery application or the old 2D Gallery application installed. You can also choose to install both.

A very funny mock-trailer.

Wiping off the last of the cobwebs and dust that had unfortunately settled around this domain, this is an official announcement.

I’m back!

I’ll be adding a gallery where I’ll be showcasing my photography works and also little projects here and there that I’ve been wanting to try out. Stay tuned.