Madam: I did it MY way
Okay, things have quite gotten a bit interesting at camp minus prison. Seriously, one madam is going nuts and is shooting EVERYBODY. EVERYBODY I tell you! Heck, she is not a serial killer, but she has become one spree killer. She is taking everybody down in one big BADABOOM! Dramatic much? But that, my friends, is the truth.
I would be a fool if I claim these complaints as my own, but heck, everybody else is laughing out loud. Well, in my humble opinion, at least she is taking everybody down in one huge blast. Surprisingly, after the spectacle of me and my mess, I am still intact.
Yesterday, while we were in the intense state of boredom after being in a pseudo-solitary confinement state, madam motioned for us inmates to approach her one by one. [Un]fortunately, my mind was busy doing things by itself, that as soon as the first inmate made a move towards madam, I started singing, “…and now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain..” To my feigned dismay [as if na dismayed], little poil joined in and sang with me! Next thing I knew, the whole department burst into song, and we all did the Can-Can in honor of madam.
Okay, obviously that was just made up – us bursting into song I mean. See what boredom and information overload can do to your brain? Anyway, Poil and I actually did sing a bit, and we ended up completing the whole Frank Sinatra song.. which ironically became fitting of our current predicament as we face the spree killing of madam.
Just so you know, I did a Google of “Funeral songs” and I ended up on a website which cited “I did it My Way” as a funeral song. Perfect, right? Anyway, for those who can understand what we are going through, here is the whole song with some edits and side comments. Pardon me if I include some bisaya words.. It just does not retain the humor if I take away the bisdakness of it all.
Frank Sinatra’s “I did it My Way” side comments my way.. 
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Let’s Sing in The Rain!
Today, I was feeling especially colorful. See, it has been raining cats and dogs again. *sigh* Oh well… No worries.
Anyway, instead of opting to go black or brown to match the gloom of the surroundings, I opted to wear a bright fuchsia shirt, so big that it kept me warm indeed! Whenever it rains, I have these urges to wear something bright and happy to brighten up my spirits. teehee.. Just for kicks, this is what my shirt said:
It actually matches my equally bright fuchsia umbrella with white dots! Yeah, I felt really gay today! 
Yesterday we were informed that prison camp felt like giving us their so-called “pep talks”, and that could only mean more rain…. LOL.. Don’t rain on my parade!! So, I needed all the pick up I could get.
After the meeting and work was done… I walked around town with my umbrella with this song in my mind…(see the song after clicking “More”)
Here, let me inject you with some happiness!
