Dear Slumberous Kingdom,

What wrong have I done to incur your wrath and bring such pained exile upon this self?

Hello Slumberous World (that has left me behind)

So, at 3.26am on a tuesday morning I lie in bed testing my new blogging app because I was goondu enough to take a 3 hour nap on a monday evening. Typing a blog entry on a mobile phone feels strangely personal, as if I were typing a super long sms to a friend. Pardon me if I get too long-winded, or if the layout is wonky.

In happier news, this is The Bean in my sister's womb. This was taken last week, I think The Bean has grown to the size of a pea as I am typing this.

Although you can't see it, the Bean says hi and gives a smile. (:

Anyhow, in a past life, Van the Student has graduated. "Good riddance to school," she says. In her current life, Van the Bum has once more resurfaced. "Should I take a longer break, or should I start looking," she asks. In a future
life, Van the Workforce Member complains about her job. "Man, how I miss my school days," she laments. C'est la vie indeed.

Right, I am finally yawning. I think this entry is longer than what Van the Bum can take. The Bum is going to the Birdpark with Ahmoon in about 5 hours' time, so, wish us luck that the penguins are better rested than I am so that Ahmoon has something cute to look at when the time comes. :D

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High on Air

This is moments after the rain.

The green looks especially green, and the air feels especially airy. Emerging from puddles of water, even my feet look cleaner and fairer against the blue of my slippers. I am almost skipping home from the bus stop today because the soundtrack of Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium is playing in my earphones, and the glorious surroundings are making feel chirpy inside. It is a moment of pure magic, I swear. Alexandre Desplat (the composer) is brilliant. (Although I am certain that some of the magic is coming from my having watched the movie, nevertheless, it's good music.)

And it's rather lovely how music always changes the mood.

I decide that if I ever have a dog, it'd be a golden retriever, and it'd be called Hamilton. Or Milcote. Or AJ - yes, that's it. AJ sounds like a cute generic name for golden retrievers. Or I could name it Bob, like as in Bobdog. Okay bad joke. Or I could call it Harry, although I think Harry, like Baldwin, is generally a wrong name whether on guys, ladies or animals. (Unless you're thinking of a snake named Harry. But I think snakes should be named Sissy because it rhymes with Hissy.) Or I could call it Danny. Danny sounds like a pleasant golden retrieverish name. Nah. AJ still sounds better because the name itself sounds like a bundle of energy. (I mean it rhymes in an obscure way, like EN-ER-GY --- N-A-J. But anyway.) I like them because they're big and furry, (like bears, but bears are fierce) nice and friendly, and boundy. Always bounding.

Them golden retrievers look like they'd make lovely friends, and I won't mind having one as a friend. (:

But anyway.

p.s. I'm sorry tofu, that we cannot celebrate your birthday today, but I promise we'll make it up to you!