i was mesmerised by this song,
the first time i heard it on a tv commercial.
i think it was advertising australia, or something.
but the way the graphics flowed with the song,
it was just ... m a g i c a l .
i never fail to be amazed by rainbows.
i always swoon over the refraction of light through prisms in physics.
and that is besides the fact i got a miserable C6 for that horrid science.
oh, and just a few days ago, i was at a bus-stop.
the late afternoon sun glided through the glass behind me
... and ...
there i had a rainbow right in my hands.

can you feel what i felt?

i don't want the sun, moon or stars.
all i want is just that rainbow.
the symbol of hope, beauty, and all things possibly good in this world,
however fleeting.

alas, my life is not of fairytale material -
the kind you read off books,
or see in dramas.
my bus had to come at that precise moment,
and being the sensible, practical and down-to-earth person i am,
i left the rainbow behind to get on with life.

sometimes,
i just don't know whether to praise or condemn myself.

speaking of colours,
i must say that blue is a very depressing colour.
one thing for sure -
blue recedes from the observer,
so it's cold and aloof, by personification.
i don't like blue.
in fact, it depresses me so much that always makes me sick.
if you ask me what's life in hell like,
i'll tell you it's almost like being stuck in an endless vortex of blue,
only worse.

if envy and jealousy were green,
then fear and hesitation must be blue.

i always have rather long entries now.
to make up for the inconsistent frequency, actually.
i've an inkling this haven will be somewhat neglected in the next few months.
afterall, i'll be taking written communications soon,
and i suspect i won't really want to write that much, anymore.

not for the entire semester, at the very least.

how, bauhaus? bauhaus, how?

this is my infamous tagline, of late.

i hear bauhaus
i talk bauhaus
i think
bauhaus
i dream bauhaus
i eat bauhaus
i drink bauhaus
i breathe bauhaus

i live and die for bauhaus.

figuratively,
my life has been wrecked by bauhaus.
not forgetting locvid theory test and speechcomm quiz.

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umm,
so will my real fairy-godmother,
please stand up?

[ which simply means, you should stop slackin' already, geddit? ]