it was a dark and stormy night

Does Snoopy ever finish off with what he started?

The days have been dark and stormy.

Or really sunny, but still humid.

Cold sunshine.

Bright storms.

Oxymoronic opportunities galore.

The weather officially enjoys tragedies.

monday - traisped to school, the light drizzle hardly a dampener. Hardly. Wet enough to be able to be in a position to turn down extra umbrellas.

tuesday- The heavenlies let loose. It rained, it poured, we drowned. 'We' meaning that Chris couldn't find the umbrella in the morning. 'It rained' also meaning that we strolled along nonchalantly in the deluge, as if it was the most normal thing to do; walking in the heavy, angry rain on a dandy tuesday morning to the awaiting bus. 'It poured' meaning that we were attempting to appear laidback and cool in our utterly soaked uniform and shaking our heads vigorously to spray unfortunate innocent victims. We know our neighbors just love us. Although I'm not too sure about the bus driver and/or the wet seats we left behind. Or the lovely people in the MTR stations either. I can't be certain whether the... lady beside me flashed a grimace of benevolence at our sorry state. 'We drowned' definitely means exactly what it implies. So much so that Carly, Jennie and Cat could spot 2 drowned rats from a far distance. Suddenly, Carly was not into dispensing hugs. Made a beeline for the shelter of Edmund's umbrella for the last 20m to school. School mates were askance at the impromptu early morning shower. Sarah kept her distance!  But it rained in school. Till the wind blew the rain all the ways into the corridors and were slapping against the windows. And Dick couldn't stop laughing because I stupidly refused to take the umbrella yesterday. Even all the way at Festival Walk. Until he got stalked by...people

wednesday- No rain in the morning. Which was well as we miraculously managed to take the 7.50 am bus (ie.we were late, it was the last bus). The end of school approached. The skies were... well, whaddya know! Ominous dark clouds had gathered in the horizons. This time, in lieu of falling sick, hurriedly went back to the lockers to wrangle an umbrella out of Dick. Picture pathetic face . There. Was. Only. One. Umbrella. Which spells doom, death, darkness and destruction. A teensy exaggeration. After going through the various shocked faces/predictable responses/arguments/protests, much haggling/ throwing the sole umbrella/pushing it around,it ended up pitched into my locker.

It didn't rain.

"Damnit,why isn't it raining!" - George

Someone else ended up being the thoroughly drenched one this time. Guess it wouldn't be a good time to mention that Rico had offered another umbrella afterwards.

thursday- it's midnight,its pitch black and...oh,its raining! Please let it rain in the morning again!

I suppose I can make money out of the situation too, by selling off the umbrella to certain people!

I love the rainy season this week.

Sorta.

P.S I hate Wiki!

musings on a slow progression

Now everyone is walking to the plaintive melody,

it came, it saw, it conquered

There's a Bison bison living on Animal Farm and its main purpose in life is to evolve to concote grand political speeches, when it's not hell bent on keeping the revolution and killing me in the name of uprising.

The week dragging on reluctantly,

but random sprigs of flowers never cease to appear

Who killed the muffin man?

Where is the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, where is the muffin man...

[off-key voices trail off here in a wobbly high note]

Where is this dreadful muffin man who's haunting our every step in school today?

What is this monster that insists on amassing an army of muffins?

Why is he doing this to us,pitiful mortals? [He is a man afterall]

How is going to achieve this dastardly plan of his?

Who IS he?

Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane?

Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane.

Oh, two of us know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, two of us know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane.

A few of us know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
A few of us know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane.

Now we all know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Now we all know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane.

Oh, do you know who killed the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know who killed the muffin man.

When is Hugo going to elope with him or run of with him into the sunset.

Speaking of :

Oh, well,I'm going home,back to the place where I belong

And where your love has always been enough for me

I'm not running from, no, I think you got me all wrong

I don't regret this life I chose for me

But these places and these faces are getting old

So I'm going home, I'm going home

There's a lightness in the step, as if one is no longer earthbound; free from the confines of the Earth, to waltz upon clouds, no, fly even, in a state of heavenly euphoria, with chiors of angels uplifting their voices to the highs;

A frenzied tizzy, an aura of excitement, a glimmer of hope. Rays of sunshine permeate the gloom, chasing the shadows away, hithero back to the shadowlands. Bliss is a severely intoxicating drug, inducing a mental high, elevating one to previously unknown levels of ecstasy.

Thrill tingles throughout, echoing amongst the dusty tunnels of rememberance, quickening the pulse as it jolts to life, the heart beating violently elatedly. The wind is a gentle zephyr and birdsong is sweet on the ear and in the air which is infused and alive with magic, seeming to turn dreams into a reality.

Life is beautiful...

'Jack, are you trying to write a romance novel for the doll who finally agreed to go out on a date with you?        So...when are you going to give up?'

Those voices in my head would never relent That is, IF there were voices in my head...

Singapore 04 July-09 July

Disconcerting heart shapes            are difficult to attempt

Oh, enough of this dissembling....................................To say it plainly:

I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you, I love you,I love you,

I love you.

气死我,that does it! It can't appear on xanga, but this would do as a lovely substitute;

Where art thou?

  At such moments I tried to elevate myself. I would touch the turban I had made with the remnants of my shirt and I would say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S HAT!"

  I would pat my pants and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S ATTIRE!"

  I would point to Richard Parker and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S CAT!"

  I would point to the lifeboat and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S ARK!"

  I would spread my hands wide and say aloud, "THESE ARE GOD'S WIDE ACRES!"

  I would point at the sky and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S EAR!"

  And in this way I would remind myself of creation and of my place in it.

  But God's hat was always unravelling. God's pants were falling apart. God's cat was a constant danger. God's ark was a jail. God's wide acres were slowly kiling me. God's ear didn't seem to be listening.

(Life of Pi)

Moon: ...Where is God?

Birdboot: (peers into his programme) ...God?

(The Real Inspector Hound)

S.O.S

Does one really need flashing neon lights and signboard, just to say

'Come and save me?'

Can I really cry out in desperation? Or humble myself/fall to my knees?

'I need you Jesus, to come to my rescue'

Hypocritical statements, everywhere.

P.S The Jonas Brothers are definitely not 'faggots' nor can they be subjected to other vivid degratory terminology as brilliantly pointed out, Heah.

P.P.S My mother's angelfish just gave birth