Let me begin with, I am fried tofu. Yes, I can see all those silken tofus in their containers laughing merrily, mocking me for being put to the fryer, dipped in hot oil. Dammit. I am scarred for life. My hopes and dreams of becoming Snow White are now dashed. I might as well take a dozen of those poisonous red apples from Fuji and lay in a glass coffin with my seven dwarfs surrounding me.

The weather is so terrible. I think Mr Sun has bipolar disorder and was in a major depression mood yesterday as on Saturday, he was probably filled with euphoria, sending dangerous UV rays to earth, causing anything in its course to fry in extra virgin olive oil. Maniac depression episode caused an undesirable weather for the Formula Drift and raindrops falling on fried tofu, made that sizzling sound and emitted smoke.

Speaking of smoke and sizzling sounds. The revving of the engines is really addictive. The turbo and nitrous sounds are orgasmic. The screeching of tyres while drifting too but not the smoke emmitted due to friction because it stinks. Like someone just dropped a kilogram of rotten eggs right in the middle of the circuit. Not to mention you'll return home to find tiny bits of rubber stuck to your skin together with some difficulty in breathing.

Whoever invented the umbrella desreves a Nobel Prize. For in rain or shine, its so useful.( I sound as if I'm making a vow to my yellow umbrella to never alienate it for another.)

Okay. I'll be back later. If there's a later.

 

Today is worth posting for.
Happy Birthday Daphne darling.

How far have wecome?
Are we better than we were?
Why is today significant? In a bad way?
Today, love died.
I cannot help but wonder...