Slurpee in the Rain.

I did the stupidest thing, and bought a Slurpee even though I knew well enough that I’ve been basked in air-conditioner for an entire day at the office, and would be basking in the two hour jam home, and that it was raining and my throat was just about parched, and I Slurped my way to the car (5 minutes under the rain), and Slurped my way home.

And now I have phlegm which might develop into a choky cough tomorrow. Cheers to stupidity.

By the way, a Slurpee in the rain is equivalent to an ice-cream in Genting Highlands after having a go at the water-rush ride thingy that drenches you wet. It’s like a purposely hugging a cactus even though you’re covered in wounds. It’s fun.

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately.

(This process is known otherwise as Daydreaming, which is healthy in moderation and unhealthy in excess, especially to other people, as collateral damage is inevitable).

I’m starting to think if I’m just being fickle. Lured by a dream that’s hung at a tree like a piñata, vivid and colourful and beckoning with promises in the inside, once beaten open. I guess I’m just being stupid. But it’s there, in my head, and no amount of head-banging-at-the-table is getting it out.

It makes me wonder if I should just sit and let it pass, like it does sometimes, or if I should walk up to it and say hi, let’s do it.

Chances are, when I say hi, there’s no reply.

Shit.

This is really SNAFU.

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I didn’t find any old stories over the past few days, but I have a feeling that if I take some time tomorrow, or Sunday, to take a look at the storeroom cabinet, I might find some older notebooks.

Though I’m pretty sure the Terrible Short Stories Book is already gone, perhaps recycled along with the hundreds of used paper over the past decade.

Which reminded me, that two years ago I graduated college with a short-story compilation titled Magnum Opus, all of them written by my college classmates for our Creative Writing course. I found it squeezed between the Webster encyclopaedia and the thesaurus. I’ll probably read it later.

Which also reminded me that I have another Madea to write about, and this time she gets to slay the dragon along with a flower, a cat and an old teacup.

I’ll leave tonight with a video here (that’s awesome, really), before I head to bed.



Right-o. Bonne nuit.