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Me : I've nothing to blog about.
Jolene: blog about.. hmm.. the orange sky. hahaa
Me: But the sky isn't orange! >.< Its greyish blue.

This shall be the blog about the orange sky who wasn't orange.

The sky sat there and stared. It was feeling awfully embarressed this time of the year, since he always seem to be fightfully wetting his pants. People were staring at him under the peeks of multi-colored umbrellas and a stray kangaroo gazed up at him from the middle of The Sahara.

Strange. He didn't remember seeing any Kangaroos in the Sahara. He tried to take a closer look and got blocked by a cloud. Stupid cloud, he muttered to himself. Perhaps he should have some housekeeping.

A boy stared at the sky who rumbled in a low tone behind some distant clouds. He swore it sounded like the phrase "stupid cloud", but he wasn't sure. Besides, you can never be sure about many things these days. Be it the fortune teller at the corner of the street, the results of the next soccer match or whether it was going to rain. The uncertainties in life that seem ever so dauntingly to haunt inquisitive minds. Especially of a young boy.

"The sky... its... blue. isn't it?" His eyebrows made deep furrows at the top of his forehead as he strained them to look. Suddenly he realised he had been talking to himself and he took a quick glance around to make sure no one had heard him. Thank goodness.

Funny. She said it was orange. The kangaroo shrugged its shoulders. Perhaps it was color blind.