"Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Black, White, Ninja, Pimp!"

On Saturday night, a throng of 30 freshies mobbed several houses in River Garden, and could be heard by their clamorous cries.

"Candy, candy, candy, candy!"
and of course the rainbow routine.

They were driven off by three guards, who continued to follow the mob along their long trek, who were soon joined by four more guards. Yellow privately decided with herself that Red had indeed the best costume (credit to for the costume) - a giant ketchup bottle outfit. Ingenious. An hour later, cold and tired, the group had split, and fled to a nearby playground...where they were again scattered away by meow-ing guards. Yes, they were meowing! It was then when Yellow, a proud member of the rainbow gang, began to feel quite...forlorn, and very much isolated. She took out her five pieces of candy she had salvaged, and ate three. Lollipop, kit-kat, sour worms. Where was all the good candy the rainbow group deserved?

Later on, the group visited their dear friend's house to wish her a pleasant birthday, with scrumptious chocolate icing pancakes. Here, Yellow joined in with the merry-making and story-telling. However, other things were on her mind, and could only bring herself to eat a single sliver of pancake. Chocolate; how could she have resisted the chocolate?

Here I am, back at homel; falling, falling, falling. The rest of my friends have fled to 's home to sleepover there...so msn is quite empty now. My boyfriend isn't on either, whom I really...need...no, want...to talk to now. I'm not acting like myself today at all. I usually prefer to not tell anyone about how depressed I may be feeling. But today, there's just no one to talk to about the deluge of loneliness and depression that is eating its way through memories. The person who I really want to talk to now still isn't online, so I figured I might as well rant here. To dA. To whoever is reading this. And I commend you, whoever had the resolute mind to digest this entire rant.

I hate the dark. Not for the...obscurity and shadows, but the seclusion. Sometimes, bad childhood memories really do come a long way.

And maybe, just maybe, the next time I go on dA, I'll be back to my happy-go-lucky emotional arc, which was going on for a while...until my birthday came. The train of thought in my mind is...well, actually, the train went offcourse and crashed. The past week really has not gone well at all. Curse my birthday. Which was bad, as usual.

Suck it up, Yellow.