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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

darn. feel so guilty today, not able to go for band prac. dotz. darn. feel reali very very bad. hai. shall try to persuade mom to relent and let me go for band prac on thurs. buden even though throat not hurting so much now, it's still very bad, esp in the morning. I can't speak lar. so I can't really lie if off if I still can't manage to speak properly on thurs morning. I sound totally hoarse today. to make things worse, I seem to have developed a cough. -dotz- and it seemed to come at the most unexpected times. like when I was drinking water and there was this sudden immense itch in my throat. I choked very badly after that.
One day, the sky would come toppling over, announcing the doom of the world. Maybe, that would be the day mankind would finally realise his mistakes, but it's to late to repent already. The beautiful shade of blue that always hung over all, overlooked, taken for granted. Finally, it got it's chance for revenge. All things stopped in motion, staring at the blue-ness that was slowly, but surely, lowering. Slowly at first, then faster, and faster. It was the day when all would end.
Just as many started resigning to their fate, pink streaks shoot across the sky. Most dismissed them, thinking that it was just Heavens rubbing salt into the wounds. But then, they noticed that the sky had stopped lowering itself. A closer glance at the small, pink figures in the distance revealed to be what most could never imagine. They fought valiantly against the Heavens.
The Ones above were not very happy and occasional flash of lightnings could be seen. They winced as one whenever the lightnings struck one of their tiny heroes, hearts going all out for the figures as it squealed loudly and plunged to it's death, the smell of burnt bacon hanging in the air. They stared at the figures in the sky intently, willing them to suceed and after some moments, they finally discovered the identity of their brave heroes on the front line.
They were the pink, squealing, air-bourne, bacon smelling FLYING PIGS.
HELL had frozen over. heh.
had to get that out of my mind. it's been plaguing me ever since maths. heh. dun ask why. I don't even know myself most of the times. still have homework to finish. baka.

dusted at 8:20 PM
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