Hold on ( to what?)
Hang in There..
posted by F I S at
10:21 pm
9/28/2004
9/25/2004
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9/24/2004
You GOT to be kidding
20 Questions to a Better Relationship
eXpressive: 3/10
Practical: 2/10
Physical: 5/10
Giver: 7/10
You are a RSYG--Reserved Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Nice Guy/Nice Girl.
Oh, poor RSYG. You're the one all your friends of your target sex *should* be dating when you have to watch them go out with jerks. You're the sweet one that the lead in a romantic comedy ends up with after s/he learns a valuable lesson. You're the best friend, the chaperone and the shoulder to cry on when you should be the lover. Well, no one ever said people were smart.
You dislike conflict -- you prefer to express yourself through action, not discussion -- but you know it is necessary. This means you are more likely to tackle an issue before it grows, but you're also more likely to stop fighting before the issue is resolved to your satisfaction. This isn't necessarily a bad thing -- it's kind of a nice compromise between fighting about everything and fighting about nothing -- but you have to remember to look out for your own interests sometimes.
You have a strong sexual appetite, but it seems so out of place with the rest of your persona that people find it hard to believe. Often they try to shield you from sexual content -- it's ridiculous, but you can use it to your advantage: everybody wants someone clean in the kitchen and dirty in the bedroom. That's you.
You don't want to cheat, but you might. Especially since it's only when you're in a relationship that you start getting the attention from your target sex that you should have been getting all along. Your experiences could make you misanthropic if you weren't so tenderhearted.
A lot of RSITs think they're RSYGs. They're not. You'll end up with someone who deserves you in the end.Of the 103156 people who have taken this quiz, 3.5 % are this type.
From:http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp
eXpressive: 3/10
Practical: 2/10
Physical: 5/10
Giver: 7/10
You are a RSYG--Reserved Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Nice Guy/Nice Girl.
Oh, poor RSYG. You're the one all your friends of your target sex *should* be dating when you have to watch them go out with jerks. You're the sweet one that the lead in a romantic comedy ends up with after s/he learns a valuable lesson. You're the best friend, the chaperone and the shoulder to cry on when you should be the lover. Well, no one ever said people were smart.
You dislike conflict -- you prefer to express yourself through action, not discussion -- but you know it is necessary. This means you are more likely to tackle an issue before it grows, but you're also more likely to stop fighting before the issue is resolved to your satisfaction. This isn't necessarily a bad thing -- it's kind of a nice compromise between fighting about everything and fighting about nothing -- but you have to remember to look out for your own interests sometimes.
You have a strong sexual appetite, but it seems so out of place with the rest of your persona that people find it hard to believe. Often they try to shield you from sexual content -- it's ridiculous, but you can use it to your advantage: everybody wants someone clean in the kitchen and dirty in the bedroom. That's you.
You don't want to cheat, but you might. Especially since it's only when you're in a relationship that you start getting the attention from your target sex that you should have been getting all along. Your experiences could make you misanthropic if you weren't so tenderhearted.
A lot of RSITs think they're RSYGs. They're not. You'll end up with someone who deserves you in the end.Of the 103156 people who have taken this quiz, 3.5 % are this type.
From:http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp
posted by F I S at
8:56 pm
9/23/2004
Geographical mistake.
I was dumped, cheated, dupped. Geography wriggled out of my hand and I lost it in the same way as I lost econs. I feel that I have been stripped clean naked, humiliated and proded by the two plain questions that confronted me today. I mugged, read and mugged, yet in the irony of Pedro-ness, everything fails in the end. Why oh why? I stepped into the hall with a slight gurgling in my stomach (like that when you see that special someone) as I recieved my question paper face down. A slight foresight? I ignored and carelessy flipped it around only have have those 2 ... monsters pouncing on to me. Like a ' meat on the chopping board', I was engulfed, clawed, chewed, gnawed and finally spat out again. Yet in irony, it was 2 of the simplest questions one could imagine:
a) how does beach sediment materials get transported by wave action?
b) how does Geology influence the cliff plan and face?
so simple, and yet.....
a) how does beach sediment materials get transported by wave action?
b) how does Geology influence the cliff plan and face?
so simple, and yet.....
posted by F I S at
7:39 pm
9/22/2004
Caught in the Act
hhmmm... bossy lady comes and snoops away our mooncakes from the folks...
posted by F I S at
7:48 pm
The Moon represents my Heart
The old folks clapping along to our mooncake festival activites. : )
posted by F I S at
7:47 pm
9/21/2004
Otaku instincts
Today (and yesterday), I saw THE transitional episodes of Rurouni Kenshin (Samurai X) in which Saito reappears to finish off old business with Kenshin with a duel which is awe-too visually enticing. Now, why would I suddenly be talking about an anime which is so old? Perhaps it was subtle, perhaps it was not, but I noticed a change in direction of the series. The normally monotonous atmosphere has now been carved into that of artistic refinement... Everything is perfect... down to the minute details (oh did I mention it was all completely hand drawn?)
The tiny lizard stoning on the stone (huh huh) before Amakatsu's ambush on Kenshin, the deliberate sphering of Saito's third person view into the vulnerable Kamiya dojo with Kenshin's absence... oh the beauty.
Of course, the pinacle of today's episode was truly the duel between Saito and Kenshin. With the setting of the evening sun, only the blueness of the night, the purple of blood and the silver gleam of the blades are shown...*drool*
ANYWAY.... in case you think that I am an anime geek... which i am not and that you should have no reasons to think so... cause I am not. yeah.... umm.. I was ... critically analysing it at a professional level. yeah.
it good.
Due to the dark rainy evening, I accidentally lost my way home and stumbled into a Mcdonald. With heavenly lights and cosmic glows, the sign proclaiming the advent of "PRAWN WRAPPERS" hovered in front of me. so I bought it.
*cooking master boy voice*
" hmm, the external dough wrappings of the prawns were sufficiently thick and fried to golden perfection. Yet the dough was carefully folded into seperate layers and maintained their delicate separation from the main body as well as from each other even during the process of frying. This is truly a remarkable recreation of the prawn's interlinked and many layered shell. *ocean waves roar*
Mmm.... the interior main body of the prawn is amazingly kept intact and firm after the intense frying. The gaps in between the exterior layer has allowed the heat from the frying oil to cook the prawn while the oil is absorbed and blocked by it. As a result, the prawn is "wrapped in heat" and baked to perfection. Like a real live prawn, the main body remains firm and cohesive under the hard shell. This truy lives up to the name of 'prawn wrappers'! *dragon flies out in the background*
However, the chef has forgetten the double absorption effect of the dough, while it took in the excess oil to protect the prawn, it has also sucked out the fluids and moisture from the prawn... the texture of the sea has been lost!!!!"
In other words: It's ok lah, but I prefer fries.
The tiny lizard stoning on the stone (huh huh) before Amakatsu's ambush on Kenshin, the deliberate sphering of Saito's third person view into the vulnerable Kamiya dojo with Kenshin's absence... oh the beauty.
Of course, the pinacle of today's episode was truly the duel between Saito and Kenshin. With the setting of the evening sun, only the blueness of the night, the purple of blood and the silver gleam of the blades are shown...*drool*
ANYWAY.... in case you think that I am an anime geek... which i am not and that you should have no reasons to think so... cause I am not. yeah.... umm.. I was ... critically analysing it at a professional level. yeah.
it good.
Due to the dark rainy evening, I accidentally lost my way home and stumbled into a Mcdonald. With heavenly lights and cosmic glows, the sign proclaiming the advent of "PRAWN WRAPPERS" hovered in front of me. so I bought it.
*cooking master boy voice*
" hmm, the external dough wrappings of the prawns were sufficiently thick and fried to golden perfection. Yet the dough was carefully folded into seperate layers and maintained their delicate separation from the main body as well as from each other even during the process of frying. This is truly a remarkable recreation of the prawn's interlinked and many layered shell. *ocean waves roar*
Mmm.... the interior main body of the prawn is amazingly kept intact and firm after the intense frying. The gaps in between the exterior layer has allowed the heat from the frying oil to cook the prawn while the oil is absorbed and blocked by it. As a result, the prawn is "wrapped in heat" and baked to perfection. Like a real live prawn, the main body remains firm and cohesive under the hard shell. This truy lives up to the name of 'prawn wrappers'! *dragon flies out in the background*
However, the chef has forgetten the double absorption effect of the dough, while it took in the excess oil to protect the prawn, it has also sucked out the fluids and moisture from the prawn... the texture of the sea has been lost!!!!"
In other words: It's ok lah, but I prefer fries.
posted by F I S at
11:47 pm
9/19/2004
Sudden recollection
Last night, my sister woke up screaming. She slammed her cup of tea against the floor while she was sleeping and awoke to find her arm temporarily paralysed. I cleared up her room with an eerie chill down my back.
LAter, I sAw Billy AgAin in my dreAm. This time he wAs stAnding Above A body of wAter. Slipped fell And pierced his eyes into the metAl spikes below. I remember the red hollow with gushing flow. He turned Around and told me ' I have superpowers too'.
I feel something bad will happen.
LAter, I sAw Billy AgAin in my dreAm. This time he wAs stAnding Above A body of wAter. Slipped fell And pierced his eyes into the metAl spikes below. I remember the red hollow with gushing flow. He turned Around and told me ' I have superpowers too'.
I feel something bad will happen.
posted by F I S at
9:57 pm
The Calling
The Calling. NooO... must resist. Everyone is mugging while I get left behind. ohh....
Click here, it promises to be educational.
posted by F I S at
4:31 pm
9/17/2004
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9/15/2004
The Perfect Pon :: a analysis
The word 'Pon' is an abbreviation of the commonly used Hokkien term, 'Pontang' meaning' to skive '. Pon can be defined as the process by which a person skips a school day (or part there of) for a specific reason(s) other than one that is medically certified.
The perfect pon has always been a much debated topic among the schooling population. How should one plan, execute and enjoy all the joys of ponning without suffering or risking the consequences that may follow? Upon much contemplation as well as advice from pon-worn veterans, I believe that the perfect pon can be broken down into 3 respective parts:
1) The preparation
2) The execution
3) The Aftermath
The preparation:
The perfect pon is one by which the subject can be free of any responsibilties for his/her action. All teachers, associates and even parents must not know of the subjects intentions of skipping school. In order for that to happen, the pon must be planned very much in advance (at least one night before the day). On the evening before the perfect pon, the subject should be advised to eat a considerable quantity of food in privacy before attending the familly dinner. At the table, the subject may then "fake" that their appettite has been lost. Before retiring, the subject should always remember to subtly hint the parents (or the adults in charge) that he/she is not 'feeling very well'. With this step done, we now move on the next phase.
The Execution:
The next morning, the subject should try to wake up on their own and proceed to tell the household that they do not feel well enough to attend school. This should be done in a very tactful manner. (especially so when the subject has either left out the preparation step or is already in the middle of the school day and is requesting leave from the teacher) The perfect pon execution is that of a fine delicate balance between a sick expression and a normal one, the look is often described by veterans as ' the mask of realness falsely covering the lie in a ironical blend of truth'. It is always essential to keep in mind that an overly exagerrated expression will ironically expose the subject 's hidden agenda. Many believe that this alone is the most crucial part of any pon, and it has been adviced that one should rather look normal than look sick. Adults are not dumb.
The Aftermath:
The aftermath is not of much importance as compared to the previous phases as the pon has already been executed. However, in order to retain credibility, the subject should always try to carry out this phase as well as a safety precaution that allows future pons. Upon leaving (or being relieved), the subject should immediately type or produce a parents letter. This should and MUST be handed in to the teacher in charge upon the first moments when stepping into school the next day following the pon. This will make things look 'sincere' and builds up your credibility for future pons. It must be warned that pons, no matter how tempting, cannot be used too frequently or suspicions will arise. Using the theory of common sense, the subject should guage when the next pon should be executed. Pons should also be carried out in a seemingly random fashion, continous ponning of lessons on specific days (double-maths days and holidays celebrations) is a literal suicide.
Keeping in mind the concept of the 3 basic steps of the Perfect Pon, as well as the pointers given out. We can all now say with courage and confidence that :
" Imponsible is Nothing "
The perfect pon has always been a much debated topic among the schooling population. How should one plan, execute and enjoy all the joys of ponning without suffering or risking the consequences that may follow? Upon much contemplation as well as advice from pon-worn veterans, I believe that the perfect pon can be broken down into 3 respective parts:
1) The preparation
2) The execution
3) The Aftermath
The preparation:
The perfect pon is one by which the subject can be free of any responsibilties for his/her action. All teachers, associates and even parents must not know of the subjects intentions of skipping school. In order for that to happen, the pon must be planned very much in advance (at least one night before the day). On the evening before the perfect pon, the subject should be advised to eat a considerable quantity of food in privacy before attending the familly dinner. At the table, the subject may then "fake" that their appettite has been lost. Before retiring, the subject should always remember to subtly hint the parents (or the adults in charge) that he/she is not 'feeling very well'. With this step done, we now move on the next phase.
The Execution:
The next morning, the subject should try to wake up on their own and proceed to tell the household that they do not feel well enough to attend school. This should be done in a very tactful manner. (especially so when the subject has either left out the preparation step or is already in the middle of the school day and is requesting leave from the teacher) The perfect pon execution is that of a fine delicate balance between a sick expression and a normal one, the look is often described by veterans as ' the mask of realness falsely covering the lie in a ironical blend of truth'. It is always essential to keep in mind that an overly exagerrated expression will ironically expose the subject 's hidden agenda. Many believe that this alone is the most crucial part of any pon, and it has been adviced that one should rather look normal than look sick. Adults are not dumb.
The Aftermath:
The aftermath is not of much importance as compared to the previous phases as the pon has already been executed. However, in order to retain credibility, the subject should always try to carry out this phase as well as a safety precaution that allows future pons. Upon leaving (or being relieved), the subject should immediately type or produce a parents letter. This should and MUST be handed in to the teacher in charge upon the first moments when stepping into school the next day following the pon. This will make things look 'sincere' and builds up your credibility for future pons. It must be warned that pons, no matter how tempting, cannot be used too frequently or suspicions will arise. Using the theory of common sense, the subject should guage when the next pon should be executed. Pons should also be carried out in a seemingly random fashion, continous ponning of lessons on specific days (double-maths days and holidays celebrations) is a literal suicide.
Keeping in mind the concept of the 3 basic steps of the Perfect Pon, as well as the pointers given out. We can all now say with courage and confidence that :
" Imponsible is Nothing "
posted by F I S at
8:42 pm
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9/13/2004
Hidden
This is a hidden post- written at 1:34 pm, August 9th 2005
don't you know how much I love you? I told myself, I could wait. I told myself I could just do nothing and keep it all inside.
Audrey, you may think I have only loved you since Feb, since that dumb letter I gave you for Valentines. But did you know that my heart has been with you since around this time last year? Yes. you have stolen my heart for around one year already, and yet you think of my affections as nothing more than a peevish school boy crush.
Yes, what I did on Valentines was stupid. I knew I would fail and I am glad you rejected me. So in order to prove to myself what you really meant to me, I kept my distance all this while to see if my emotions would wane.
I told you later that I want nothing to do with you. But that was only to give our tension a sense of closure. Perhaps you didnt notice this, but ....
In my letters, in my poem(s), I never said I loved you. I couldn't. Love is a very strong and meaningful word to me and I don't down-grade its meaning like many other people or suitors you may know. I refain from using this word. But over the months, I wondered why this slow steady warmth I feel whenever you walk by stayed.
I always had trouble expressing myself in this aspect. I do not know how to woo you, and I do not know how to make your heart melt. I do not know how to whisper magical words to sweep you off your feet. I will not promise those fiery burning passions of luurve the other guys offer without a second thought. But I will give you my sincerity in my love. Audrey Low Su juan--- I love you. and it doesn't matter what your answer or your opinions are; I still love you.
don't you know how much I love you? I told myself, I could wait. I told myself I could just do nothing and keep it all inside.
Audrey, you may think I have only loved you since Feb, since that dumb letter I gave you for Valentines. But did you know that my heart has been with you since around this time last year? Yes. you have stolen my heart for around one year already, and yet you think of my affections as nothing more than a peevish school boy crush.
Yes, what I did on Valentines was stupid. I knew I would fail and I am glad you rejected me. So in order to prove to myself what you really meant to me, I kept my distance all this while to see if my emotions would wane.
I told you later that I want nothing to do with you. But that was only to give our tension a sense of closure. Perhaps you didnt notice this, but ....
In my letters, in my poem(s), I never said I loved you. I couldn't. Love is a very strong and meaningful word to me and I don't down-grade its meaning like many other people or suitors you may know. I refain from using this word. But over the months, I wondered why this slow steady warmth I feel whenever you walk by stayed.
I always had trouble expressing myself in this aspect. I do not know how to woo you, and I do not know how to make your heart melt. I do not know how to whisper magical words to sweep you off your feet. I will not promise those fiery burning passions of luurve the other guys offer without a second thought. But I will give you my sincerity in my love. Audrey Low Su juan--- I love you. and it doesn't matter what your answer or your opinions are; I still love you.
posted by F I S at
7:04 am
9/11/2004
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Self-reversed racism
A wise old man once told me, the preluding doom of one's fate may be vexed upon the surface of one's actions. Today, I think my dad is correct. I have done nothing this entire holiday although I should have. a'ye.... my dad is finally back from his week long business trip in HK (my mom's going to Australia this friday). Within 15 minutes of return, I have already been labelled as a logically certified idiot, thus bringing an end to my 7 continous days of superiority complex. Just for laughs: My dad is now getting extremely worked up over watching this HongKong Ghost movie, terming it illogical and nonsense. Em... hello? Its a ghost movie.... and its from HK.
anyways, speaking profound stupidity. I believe I should refer to an incident I forgot to blog yesterday I encountered while renting DVDs.
[Scene:: I am returning with my rented DVD to my mother's car. The car's doors are closed . Adjacent to the car, there is a lady with her toddler son. ]
As I approach, the toddler jumps around playfully and trips over one of his legs, making him fall down clumsily. It happened so exageratively that even I stopped to see if he was ok. The mother picks him up,
"Ai-ya! Don't Be so clumsy can??!!"
Still looking at the boy, I reached for and opened the car door. Ever so gracefully, slamming the corner of the door into my face. Stunned, I staggered back and then quickly got into the car before my blush became obvious.
The lady stood there stunned and stopped scolding her son.
anyways, speaking profound stupidity. I believe I should refer to an incident I forgot to blog yesterday I encountered while renting DVDs.
[Scene:: I am returning with my rented DVD to my mother's car. The car's doors are closed . Adjacent to the car, there is a lady with her toddler son. ]
As I approach, the toddler jumps around playfully and trips over one of his legs, making him fall down clumsily. It happened so exageratively that even I stopped to see if he was ok. The mother picks him up,
"Ai-ya! Don't Be so clumsy can??!!"
Still looking at the boy, I reached for and opened the car door. Ever so gracefully, slamming the corner of the door into my face. Stunned, I staggered back and then quickly got into the car before my blush became obvious.
The lady stood there stunned and stopped scolding her son.
posted by F I S at
7:51 pm
9/10/2004
Hum Hum
In a long time, I skipped dinner. It must have been the all-out sushi buffet I had withYong Xee and Natasha for lunch.... oooO... softshell crabs, half-ark shells, swordfish sashimi.... *stone & drool* Stupid Yong Xee! How could a guy physically eat so little? and all those psuedo-sushies? (egg and crabsticks) He even lost to Nartz. bleh.
Anyhow, this is my real true 'blog' on blogspot. How did I get my old entries at xenoglossia.tk over? Like Mr.Froggy said: I really have no life. I spent the whole of last night rewriting the old entries. Now back to blog:
To do list:
E4 essay on Heroism
Watch Treasure Planet DVD
Watch 'Riddick' cartoon DVD
Human Geography tutorial
Watch Teen Titan! *Hai!*
Watch Zatoichi DVD
E8 essay outline
Revise Economics
Prepare for coastline test
Clean up fishtank and locate missing fishes
Release my Turtle
My Chinese Composition
My Chinese Comprehension
so much to do. so little time. now step 2. which one should I do first....?
posted by F I S at
8:45 pm
9/09/2004
reboot
this sucks.
(stop)
I am shifting to blogspot
(stop)
Just like everyone else.
(stop)
Because, conformity is the basis of society.
(stop)
(stop)
I am shifting to blogspot
(stop)
Just like everyone else.
(stop)
Because, conformity is the basis of society.
(stop)
posted by F I S at
6:49 pm
9/04/2004
An update on Death
If death isn't the end of all things, I don't want to continue being ugly. I must die pretty.
posted by F I S at
11:14 pm
My Day
What made my day:
I tried out my new highlighters during geog-lecture. I tried out Marc's Economics tutor. I found a NEW "reopened" fish shop near Marc's house. Prices were beyond my capacity but I saw :
a) Semi-grown Red-tailed Catfish *gasp*
b) 1-metre long Chinese loach (annual growth rate is 1.5 inch)
c) 4 baby Fresh-water Barracudas *gasp even more*
d) Tank of 6 full-grown 'lustrous" pure gold-black Siamese tigers
e) A PURE black Siamese tiger * a melanist is even rarer than an albino*
e) A Dragon King !! (A perfect red dragon fish with a specific birth defect regarding the protrusion of the upper lobe spinal cord. )
And I bought 43 cardinal tetras from a separate shop.
What broke my day:
Steph tore off and robbed me of my council badge after only slight small joke. I reckon she will summon pagan demons with it who can crack lame jokes all day. Then she will dispose of me. dang. Repent woman!!!! ...ok ok *whimper* I'm sorry.... IDIOT ponned geog lecture and (ever so conveniently) forgot to collect and distribute our class's geography notes, forcing me to fork out 10 bloody entire dollars to reprint them in the office because the the photo shop is closed . I mean money isn't the issue here. Dear God! For the holy bovine's sake, skip lecture and lessons only if you have the natural mugging skills like PERVERT. It's no longer the damn O levels where the syllabus is absorbable overnight and further more, this is the ARTS dam nit! If you think you can slug it through the same way you did for combined science in Secondary 4, I reckon you start using sun block cause you are certainly going to rot in hell! I mean certainly... I am in no position to say any of this... But IDIOT!! Face it, not everyone can carry out smart selective mugging. PERVERT can... some AH people can.... I can't and you definitely cannot. By metronome of the cosmic cow, please wake the bloody hell up.
I tried out my new highlighters during geog-lecture. I tried out Marc's Economics tutor. I found a NEW "reopened" fish shop near Marc's house. Prices were beyond my capacity but I saw :
a) Semi-grown Red-tailed Catfish *gasp*
b) 1-metre long Chinese loach (annual growth rate is 1.5 inch)
c) 4 baby Fresh-water Barracudas *gasp even more*
d) Tank of 6 full-grown 'lustrous" pure gold-black Siamese tigers
e) A PURE black Siamese tiger * a melanist is even rarer than an albino*
e) A Dragon King !! (A perfect red dragon fish with a specific birth defect regarding the protrusion of the upper lobe spinal cord. )
And I bought 43 cardinal tetras from a separate shop.
What broke my day:
Steph tore off and robbed me of my council badge after only slight small joke. I reckon she will summon pagan demons with it who can crack lame jokes all day. Then she will dispose of me. dang. Repent woman!!!! ...ok ok *whimper* I'm sorry.... IDIOT ponned geog lecture and (ever so conveniently) forgot to collect and distribute our class's geography notes, forcing me to fork out 10 bloody entire dollars to reprint them in the office because the the photo shop is closed . I mean money isn't the issue here. Dear God! For the holy bovine's sake, skip lecture and lessons only if you have the natural mugging skills like PERVERT. It's no longer the damn O levels where the syllabus is absorbable overnight and further more, this is the ARTS dam nit! If you think you can slug it through the same way you did for combined science in Secondary 4, I reckon you start using sun block cause you are certainly going to rot in hell! I mean certainly... I am in no position to say any of this... But IDIOT!! Face it, not everyone can carry out smart selective mugging. PERVERT can... some AH people can.... I can't and you definitely cannot. By metronome of the cosmic cow, please wake the bloody hell up.
posted by F I S at
10:15 pm
9/03/2004
Sleeping cat
I have been seeing many sleeping cats lately. No... no... I got to stop thinking about you...
posted by F I S at
11:14 pm
Dreams:: A poem
I had a double-chained Elysian dream late last night
Of me sent off to a distant land with a familiar sight.
I woke up in the junction of Morpheus' recess,
And confused upon the decision to wake or to rest.
I stand behind the canteen walls folded by bed sheets,
So uncertain, so unsure of which queue should I lead.
On my right, back to the grey-belt reality shall I leap,
Or to my left? Another 2 mere hours of delusion shall I sleep.
A alternate life, an adventure I love will awaits me there,
But Alarm Clock waits too to give me break from break, I can't bear.
But yet the sweet warm dreamy aroma tickled my nose,
So between the two queues in my bed, I pondered and supposed.
I can't escape reality forever, for it returns with the day,
But yet I still turned the alarm clock a full turn away,
So I queued to my left, snuggled up and to myself sang:
"For when His break ends, mine began..."
Of me sent off to a distant land with a familiar sight.
I woke up in the junction of Morpheus' recess,
And confused upon the decision to wake or to rest.
I stand behind the canteen walls folded by bed sheets,
So uncertain, so unsure of which queue should I lead.
On my right, back to the grey-belt reality shall I leap,
Or to my left? Another 2 mere hours of delusion shall I sleep.
A alternate life, an adventure I love will awaits me there,
But Alarm Clock waits too to give me break from break, I can't bear.
But yet the sweet warm dreamy aroma tickled my nose,
So between the two queues in my bed, I pondered and supposed.
I can't escape reality forever, for it returns with the day,
But yet I still turned the alarm clock a full turn away,
So I queued to my left, snuggled up and to myself sang:
"For when His break ends, mine began..."
posted by F I S at
10:13 pm
9/02/2004
*The Judy Laugh*
Behold.... the bas model for one of our next council products. we hope to get it approved (you never know what JC students can swallow)
posted by F I S at
11:17 pm
Cats & memories
oh... I see a sleeping cat. *jolt* . I think I am overreacting to this, no no. This does not remind me of you.
posted by F I S at
11:15 pm
9/01/2004
Pathetic Fallacy II
A pathetic fallacy. Def:: A literary device by which the writer projects his emotions into the environment, giving it a living quality much similar to his state of mind.
Eg: The Jolly blue sky laughs out tickles of rain.
A "geography-sushi-and-watch-Alien-vs-Predator" outing to celebrate our finishing of the 4 essays with Marc, Audrey, Tiffany, Maria, Tim, Jon and David. *beams*
posted by F I S at
11:15 pm