Maybe I’ve been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

-scene from the movie Shrek.

i have an aching regret about getting into such a terrible mess.

Its been boring these couple of days. Nothing much to blog about. Homework is such a drag. I need to do some revision. I love those books they have at the esplanade library. The ones about movies. feel like going there and continue reading. I'm not done with Seabiscuit yet. its lovely how the writer uses comparisons to describe the horses and the races. such a fine writing style.

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

-Robert Fulghum American Writer, Minister, Working Cowboy