Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudel,
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes,
Snow-flakes that stay on my nose and eye-lashes,
Silver white winters that melt into spring,
These are a few of my favorite things,

When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad.

Someone sent it to me via yousendit.com. A rock version of it, the original version too. Heck, even Bjork's version (of which I happen to love.) Thank God they didn't find the music box one... Because I know I had that one and one other person had it too. Look I don't know who you are or why you're sending such things to me or whether you're out of torture me or make me smile, you could have at least left your name. Besides, there was only one other person who knew that i loved it. And it's the same person with whom I share one of The White Stripes' songs with.

If you're trying to make me remember, I didn't forget it in the first place. I still remember walking from Sim Lim to Plaza Sing's Gelare's for ice cream while we were happily humming that song. How apparently whenever he hung out you'd remember that one song. And even when you hung out with others and I wasn't there, you said you'd still absent mindedly hum that song whenever you were thinking of me. It was sweet. A sweet lie perhaps. Perhaps not. It's a nice song with memories I doubt either of us wishes to remember anymore.

I think I have understood yesterday's sudden pang of religiousness. The Pope is dying. The symbol of my faith is fading. I don't care if you lot think otherwise, I have hardly ever condemned your religious beliefs and I ask that you do not condemn mine. It only undermines whatever good that it has entailed. And then because of one persons stupidity, an entire religion would have been frowned upon. It will be a sad day when people like that run rampant and still proclaim their beliefs to be above all others. Bloody ignorant hypocrites.

But yes, he's dying. He's lost his voice as well. But as Luke puts it, it would be the least of his worries. Rumours his death are also popping up everywhere. I refuse to believe that he is dead. Yes inevitably he will die but I do not wish to condone these rumours. I refuse it. I cannot stress how much being catholic has become so important to me in the last week. It is because of my growing faith that I have been able to say no to things that I do not need and things that will ultimately give rise to my own undoing. Yes, it still hurts. Yes I foresee it hurting like mad. I know now that had this impending 'doom/freedom/un-lable-able' event of my departure for Melbourne not exist, things would have been very much different. Very very different. Please do not in any way think it has anything to do with you Jed. If anything, a major factor in my wanting to disappear to the isle down under as you put it, is to get the hell away from you and your mess and all that surrounds you because it does nothing but give me grief and a massive headache. Sadly, in going, I would have lost countless opportunities. But what must be done, must be done. A part of me never wants to see or speak of you for the rest of my life, another wishes that things could have been different and the final part just wants to decapitate you.