Magical Tipsy Toes

Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.

So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it’s done so far.

What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

All of us under its spell,
We know that it’s probably magic……

Have you been half asleep?
And have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name….

Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
It’s something that I’m s’posed to be…
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,

The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

-rainbow connection, kermit the frog-

Its gone. Everything. From the heart to intestines and whatever we have in the body. The body is gone. Now why would anybody want to take a life size, plastic human model? Why? If it was a real body, i get it..you might wanna switch your heart or your lungs or maybe you can sell the organs for money..heyy!!!! anybody interested in a kidney?? but seriously…the plastic model…whose guts kept falling all over the place whenever we tried to set it up for lecturers. The liver that once rolled down the stairs with the big intestines and almost tripped Mr Whitedog. The heart that is shaped like..well..a stepped on cheesecake. Somebody stole it. Somebody..carried the whole thing out the lab, down the stairs..pass the office and nobody. NOBODY saw anything. I feel like im in CSI.

Because now carrying life size, plastic human models is normal. We carry it when we go shopping, when we are out clubbing…its not strange at all.Hmm…Somebody walked in to the lab, saw the model, decided, hey…i shall bring it home and maybe I can play doctor. Carried the 1kg model down the stairs (he/she must work out alot) hugging the model tightly and walked right out of the building, into the streets…Do you think he stopped for lunch? Did he take a bus or a cab? And nobody…saw a thing. This is getting funnier every second.

Whole department now undergoing questioning. My turn is up next…and to tell you the truth..i cannot stop laughing…giggling more like it.. Mr Whitedog asked me if the human body was insured!!!! hahahhaha….insured..the human body..hahahahahaha….Ms Pregnant is back today and she is doing ok…but both of us are just laughing at the whole thing. S By the way, they called in the police…poor bugger…he was the same guy who had to handle the peeping tom case. And his face was honestly a classic..a bloody classic..

Mr Whitedog : “How can someone steal a human body model”

Officer Floppy: “Sir, are you sure the lecturer did not misplace it.”

Mr Whitedog : “Misplace a 1kg human body model!!!!!!!!”

Officer Floopy : “Ok la..we will have to see lor if people report someone carry the body..plastic right?

Mr Whitedog : *shakes his head* turns to me and goes “Sharkbait, please describe it to him”

Riggght….describe how the human body model looks like….hehehe..hahahaha….ok i cannot stop laughing while I am typing this…how would you describe tne the human body model…hmmm…has a heart, two lungs, a liver, some veins…alot actually…all major organs are removable. It looks somewhat pink with a tinge of blue.. some dark red..some light red…head can do a 360degree turn…

I bet the bugger is having a ball of a time with his model. He might be our future doctor but i doubt it…cause he left behind..on the stairs….the stomach…so his human body model has a hole. A stomach missing. hah…hmmm…..you think anybody would wanna play throw the stomach around??

By the way…we only knew we lost the body when we found the stomach…the horror!!!

It’s a long road. It just goes on and on. Never ending. Sky is cloudy and yet it’s hot. I am walking. I am not sure why. But I must walk. I need to. The road is winding. Everytime, I think I am near the end…it stretches farther. I need to walk. I am tired. My legs hurt. Searching to reach for something. What am I searching for? I am not sure. I am just walking. I need to do this. I need to get to the end of this road. I can’t stop. I try. But I keep walking. I feel myself searching. Looking. It hurts. Why? I can’t explain. I can’t analyze it this time. I try to but I can’t.

I hear laughter, I hear music. People talking. I turn around. I look everywhere. Try to follow the sound. I can’t. It’s all around me. I keep walking. I should stop. To breathe. To rest. Then I see it. The house. It looks familiar. Warmth. I walk towards it. I see people. I hear laughter. I hear music. Maybe there I can rest for awhile. Walking closer, it gets louder. I try to get someone’s attention, but they all seem occupied. Talking amongst themselves. They all seem to look away from me. I go closer. I realize all their faces are blurred. Maybe I am tired. Walking too much. I close my eyes for awhile.

A strange feeling comes over me.

It’s quiet. Opening my eyes, I realize, I am no longer at the house or the road. Tress everywhere. Quiet. I shout. No answer. I walk on. I know I need to keep walking. I hear the buzzing noise. My heart beats faster. I look around. Bees. I can see them coming after me. I run…fast. I feel my legs cramping. I am running. I do not want to look back. I can’t. The buzzing noise gets louder and louder. I am so tired. But I can’t stop. I just keep running. Everytime, I seem to be running faster and faster. I know I should look back. It will waste time. I need to get ahead of them bees. But I need to see where they are. A peek. I turn around and I panic. I trip and I fall…My mind is a blank. Then I keep falling…I am still falling..I feel the wind…the rush of air carrying my body. I am free. I do not hurt anymore. My legs are at rest. My mind is floating. My heart is at peace. Falling fast. Twirling. Cliffs all around me. Where am I? And for the first time, I do not need to know. I do not want to question. I do not care. And I am not scared anymore. No more searching. No more reaching for something I can’t see. I am no longer lost. Floating….