Pink Elephants

Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade
Here they come!
Hippety hoppety
They're here and there
Pink elephants everywhere
Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed
On their head
Clippety cloppety
Arrayed in braid
Pink elephants on parade
What'll I do? What'll I do?
What an unusual view!
I could stand the sight of worms
And look at microscopic germs
But technicolor pachyderms
Is really much for me
I am not the type to faint
When things are odd or things
are quaint
But seeing things you know that ain't
Can certainly give you an awful fright!
What a sight!
Chase 'em away!
Chase 'em away!
I'm afraid need your aid
Pink elephants on parade!
Pink elephants!
Pink elephants!

Holier than thou

"I'm Holier Than Thou"

This is rebuttal to all the men who suffer from the superior complex.

Indecent behind movement

I couldn't find a clip of this with the subtitles on it. But here is a gist of what they are saying...

Police: The lady with the bag, please stop running!

Police: Madam, why are you running?

Marjane: I'm trying to catch the bus

Police: You shouldn't run. Because when you run, your behind..erm...makes these indecent movements.

Marjane: THEN STOP LOOKING AT MY ASS!

Home Schooling....your thoughts

I've been reading about John Holt, one of the pioneers of home schooling. It got me thinking about this concept of letting the children learn at their own time and at their own interest at home with the help of available resources like books and internet and without having them go through a strict educational systems normally found in schools.

What I'd like to know are your thoughts, parents, non parents, teachers, non teachers alike, of this educational method...is it a good idea? Will it really achieve it's goal by letting children decide on what they want to educate themselves based on their interest alone?

Ta dum ta daa

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Gummy Bear's Intro

It was the day after my birthday in 2007. I was coming home for break when I noticed my sister skulking around near the road. I didn't really take much notice at first. Just went inside had breakfast and went right back to work. But then when I came back home right after finishing work, there she was again. Still going around the same spot as if she had lost something.

I went up to her to ask what's going on and then she pointed towards the gutter. There inside the small ditch within the gutter I saw the most pitiful looking kitten. It had apparently fallen through a crack and couldn't get right back up.

Within 5 minutes my other sisters had joined us including my youngest bro and all of us began 'Operation: Rescue Kitten'. Our excited squeals, laughter and disappointed 'awwww's (when the kitten didn't fall for our bait) brought on a larger curious crowd. Soon enough nearly all the neighborhood kids had joined in our operation, including my most memorable neighbor, 'Freaky Chick No.1'.

It soon occurred to us after much coaxing and pleading with the kitten to come near the crack so we could grab it- which it didn't, the only way to get it out was to lift the extremely heavy cement block off.

So we took turns trying to lift it but alas non of us could. Not even an inch. So one of us found a stick. It could be one of the neighborhood kids or it could be my step mothers son, Elf, not sure who it was exactly. But we stuck one end of the stick into the crack and pushed the other end down. And it did lift. The cement block was off the ground nearly 10 inches wide, before the stick broke in half and block fell with a heavy thud.

Right at that moment my cousin, Kudey showed up. We explained to him what was going on. He thought about it for a second and tried to lift the cement block by himself. He pulled with all his might and was able to lift it a couple of inches before dropping it again. He tried once again with the same result. After that he tried once more and this time he was able to lift it high enough to create a wide arc.

I stood there thinking, 'Oh dear! What if he couldn't hold it and ends up dropping it while one of us was crouching under the block trying to get the kitten out?'

But no sooner I thought this through, my brother bravely leapt inbetween the cement block and the ditch and snatched the kitten out. There was much 'hurrey' and clapping and the stone block was slowly lowered down.

My bro held up the scruffy-flea-infested-nearly-starved-to-death kitten as if it was a trophy. All the kids gathered around to look at it and finally he gave it to me and asked, "What shall we name it?"

I held it up and said, "I shall name you Gummy and you shall be mine."

And that's the story of Gummy Bear and erm... everyone lived happily ever after. Even Freaky Chick No. 1.

The End

Pictures courtesy of:
Gummy 1 month old by Sham
Recent pic of Gummy by Bulhaa

The Gloaming - Part 4

... Continued

The Gloaming

There were people in the village. As alive as they were before the… ‘they’ had come. And these people were going about us as if nothing had happened. What was going on here? Did we dream this whole thing? These questions swam around my head but I didn’t have the energy to utter them.

The man and the boy brought us to their home instead of taking us directly to their home and this confirmed what I had been expecting. That she was still dead. My mother hasn’t miraculously come alive as they seem to have. And both of them walking ahead whilst whispering about us but I didn’t bother to comment on this either.

The man’s wife took us into their house but not before appraising the miserable state of us. She fed us and showed us the ‘gifili’ and gave us fresh clothing. She, unlike her husband, didn’t ask any questions.

It was hours later that I remembered about the plan we made to return before high tide. I whispered this to my sister and she surprised me again by shrugging. Seeing my look she softly added that maybe things were back to normal. That what we witnessed was maybe an illusion or maybe just a figment of our imagination. And before I knew it, the dreaded time was upon us. This time there was no reddish ting across the sky. There was nothing eerie or foreboding about this sun set. But still…

Dusk time came and everything was normal… One hour after twilight; everything was still normal. Two hours, three hours went by without anything happening. Finally it was time for bed. After dinner the woman showed us to a vacant room in the house where a makeshift bed was made. And we slept, reassured that maybe... just maybe that everything has gone back to normal. And we did sleep on, till the smell woke us.

They were here. I should have known that it was a trap. I lay still afraid to make a noise, afraid to move. It had been an illusion. No one had survived. They made the illusion to bait us. The last surviving victims in their murderous rampage.

The stench grew stronger and a deathly cold bony hand clasped around my mouth roughly and I heard my sister gasp before I knew that they had her too. Then I remembered something. I should’ve noticed before… there still weren’t any animals on the island.