b for BANANAS! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
i have never thought there would come a day in my life when bananas would cost $10 a kilo. (ok. maybe $6.) i have never thought there might be a possibility that i would have to go 18 months without bananas. i wonder if smoothie prices would go up too. how about banana cakes? and banana muffins? baaaaaaaa naaaaaa naaaaaaas! baaaaaa naaaaaa naaaaaaaas!
of course. this is a grave matter. Queensland has been hit by a cyclone, devastating acres of crops, thousands of trees and, perhaps, the odd cow. and yes, it is not a joke. yes, dozens of people are in hospitals and hundreds have had their electricity cut off. millions of dollars are going to be lost due to destroyed agricultural lands. it’s so not funny. until you think of bananas.
maybe bananas are just intrinsically funny.
no. no bawdiness intended here at all! but face it, the male anatomy is funny too. a woman’s body–her skin, her curves, her softness–is a beautiful Work of Art to behold. but generally, a man’s? 0_o let’s change the subject.
you know i love swings. it’s just one of those things, for me it’s stars and daffodils and warm chai, among others. i pass by a playground on my way back to/from uni/hospital everyday and i’ve been itching to sit on the swing but it’s always too hot or not enough time or something… but today, i had my time on it. ah. finally.
when i was a little kid, my parents bought me a bright yellow swing with white ropes from Ikea and installed it on the ceiling of the only other bedroom that i dont share with anyone other than this one that i’m in now. (btw, if you’re wondering, i’m quite sick of having my own room already.) (even that one, the one with the swing, i shared with my sis since i was six.) i loved the swing to bits. i still do. and i’m still delighted by swings in general.
i’ve lost count how many times ridwan and i have hung out on swings. once at the palyground next to Como, we were swinging on swings next to each other, amusing ourselves with some artistic synchronized swinging… it’s little memories like this that adds up, sometimes.
B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
