My Fujiwhara

“Two tropical storms colliding,” that’s how they define Fujiwhara. The word became so common lately after Typhoon Parma (“Ondoy”) interacted with category 5 super Typhoon Melor (“Pepeng), impacting the movement of the latter making its second landfall at Northern Luzon.

Oooops! I’m not a weatherman (Am I swishing already?) or planning to take a position at Philly’s weather bureau… Then why the hell I’m chattering this phenomenon? This is because Pinkjadedknight is undergoing his own fujiwhara of sorts… just cooking some metaphors dahlin! (Teehee!)

Pinkjadedknight is in the middle of two conflicting storms… decisions colliding and ambiguities rotating around one another as if they are figure skaters doing acrobats inside his head. One misstep and they will end up crashing on solid ice. These blips in his “meteorological” radar have been disturbing his atmosphere for quite sometime now. Wrecking havoc to his sanity, so to speak. Pointing to his self-assurance absentia, the kind of fear that this freakin’ faggot has in terms of where he’ll pick himself up once he starts regretting whatever he decides upon. For an egoistic prick like him failure is as deadly as a category 5 tropical storm.

Why can he not assure himself that like the nature of a fujiwhara that when two tropical storms they don’t blow up to one perfect storm?

Why can’t he just be spontaneous?

Why can’t he just…

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