Being helpless.

“What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
Oh let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”
― Gerard Manley Hopkins 

Being helpless is the most terrible experience in this world. So I lived for three days last week, when I watched one of my favourite trees in the world go down to the axes of ruthless humans.

Well, that beautiful old tree that stood oh-so-majestically in my neighbourhood property, is no more. Will miss all the grandeur and all the joy that I associated with the tree, will miss watching the thousands of animals and birds who had made that big, strong tree their home.

That grand old tree is gone. Forever.
Like many other grand old trees.
Bye bye trees, hellow climate change!
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Home isnt home anymore, without the comforting presence of that tree there! :(

Blues.

PS: I begin with a PS, which in this case stands for pre-script.
PS: When you cant write prose, you write poetry; but when you cant bring yourself to learn what you need to, you sit and write prose.
PS: PS is over. Over to AS aka actual script:


I have a blue suit. It has brown frills. It has flowers on it.
I wore it to a wedding today.
I think it looked dressy.
It made me feel surreal.
I felt glad to get out of it.
Blue suits with brown frills and flowers = not my idea of sartorial elegance.

PS: There is no post script. :)

A Burthday and A Girlfriend and A Boyfriend!

Alibi is the flavour of the season, definitely seems like it!
So while senior political leaders are brandishing alibis to proclaim they werent there at the spot of crime, my student wants me to prop up an alibi before his parents and convince them I am taking class for him whilst he's off celebrating his girlfriend's 21st!