Starbucks coffee.
A cold and bleak morning.
Aladdin sat there, Vanilla Frappucino Blended cream in hand with brown eyes blazing across at Jasmine, who looked haggard and sorrowful from a whole night of crying. She couldn't believe that a noisy coffee outlet would be the backdrop of their relationship's demise.
She blamed Vanilla Frappucino Blended cream.
They fought and fought and fought over a drink. Aladdin loved it, but she didn't. So their marriage was all about that drink. The late-night arguments, the quarrels,... would be put to an end soon, as long as Aladdin and Jasmine both sign the divorce.
Aladdin fiddled with the cup, pondering whether this was the best thing to do, whether they should break up forever just because of a drink. Neither of them spoke for a while. The noisy background was overwhelmed by their silence. After blissful years on the magic carpet ride and playing with Abu the monkey, they couldn't bear the thought of crossing the line of friendship only to have it go horribly wrong in the end.
It was so heartbreaking, they could not utter a word as they knew no amount of words would ease the tension right now.
And there was a dead snake nearby.
Which has nothing to do with the story.
Anyway, Jasmine, tears in her eyes, picked up the pen and signed her name on the divorce documents, putting a sad ending to the love fairytale.
BUT SUDDENLY, a crazy man appeared and snatched those divorce papers and tore them all up. And sang a song called "Umbrella".
"ella ella ella yeah yeah... under my umbrella..."
So, Aladdin and Jasmine did not get the divorce, and they lived happily ever after.
Back to the crazy man, he was not born crazy.
BUT, he loved boxing so much. He played boxing for so many years that his brain was kind of in and out, not really inside his head.
So he is crazy.
Anyway, the crazy man has a name. His name is Kritney. Last name Peers. Kritney Peers.
One day, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. Squirrels are jumping happily on the fences. Rabbits were hopping merrily and innocently in junior colleges. The crazy man put on his socks, looked at himself in the mirror for a long time. He poured a glass of wine, turning off his cell phones and just sat there in the living room, all by himself.
Suddenly, he is not crazy anymore.
Don't ask me why. It just happened.
Moral of the story: there are rabbits hopping around innocently in schools (refer to the italic words in red above).
I really miss you guys!
with love,
Don =]
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