tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79192029322950149852024-02-20T15:07:23.339+08:00. p h e r o x i a .i lay on the lea of hope as the brazen summer rain washes the sanguinary and still scent of a passing winter's lash where a million stars will drop in awe of the unsullied and undefiled, pure and undefined, lucid, bright and virginal, for beyond. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-18554223383574781002017-10-14T02:01:00.000+08:002017-10-14T02:06:26.935+08:00A short Autumn night.His face glows among the grey background of fading faces.<br />
A gentle smile and wave that says, "It was good to see you, too bad you couldn't join", sends enough warmth to sustain the way home on a chilly autumn night.<br />
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As I stroll on the wet, rainy streets, the tummy grumbles at the mind's logic of eating late and eating out, again. The person succumbs, and settles for a relatively inexpensive looking sushi bar which seems to have some life in it. "Maybe that might lift my drenched spirits", I thought.<br />
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The chef is busy but politely asks if it's a seat for one and curtiously, I nod trying to squeeze in the last ounce of positivity I have left for the day.<br />
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Patiently, I wait to be asked to order, trying not to rush an already exhausted chef. Instinctually, I did exactly the opposite as I enjoyed my watching him in action.<br />
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Swiftly, I ate my first 3 orders and Gently, I ordered more. Patience has never been my virtue, hence my increased awareness and effort in recent times.<br />
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As I force feed myself with pickled ginger in a bid to both challenge myself and pick up local customary habits, the instant reflex of being at unease is to grab the phone.<br />
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I pick up on where I left off on my free Google Book of Tesla. Getting too engrossed in his story, I cry. My heavy heart heaves for people like him and Alan Turing, incredible beings with such wonderful minds, but such tragic endings.<br />
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It inspires and de-motivates me at the same time. Their self-sufficient hearts fuel their passion and creativity which ignites their imagination and sets them to work against all odds. Or maybe, it's the other way round.<br />
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Finishing the read, I feel a heightened sense of longing and the hole in my heart, and I wonder if they had too ? Was it filled with a sense of unrequited love to contribute to society that drowned that ache or do highly intelligent beings just adeptly condition themself because they are able to see through the shallow waters of the human flow and thus, make peace with it ?<br />
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As I look up to these heroes, I couldn't help but to equip myself with more knowledge and aspire towards intelligence. As I look towards intelligence, I can't help but feel that it might lead to distance from people and eventual loneliness. I have made peace with eventual loneliness, and it doesn't take a genius to easily achieve this result.<br />
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Sometimes I struggle to believe it will be worth it in the end. Most times I believe it will. But tonight, I am vulnerable. I feel like a puppy, chasing tails and longing to love and be loved.<br />
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And I'm ok with that.<br />
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Seasons come and go, and this too, shall pass.<br />
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<br />. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-70752571590842465262012-04-13T20:37:00.001+08:002012-04-13T20:38:54.541+08:00#justsaying<div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Jaques brel famous musician</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Georges Lemaître Invented the big bang theory </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Edward de Smedt, chemist and inventor of modern-day road asphalt</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Lambert Adolphe Quetelet, mathematician and inventor of the Body Mass Index</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Gerardus Mercator, cartographer, mathematician and geographer</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Adolphe Sax, inventor of the saxophone</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Leo Hendrik Baekeland, inventor of the synthetic resin known as "bakelite"</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Joseph Plateau, inventor of the stroboscope</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Ernest Solvay, inventor of the Solvey process (ammonia)</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Jean Baptiste "Django" Reinhardt, inventor of the two-finger guitar playing technique</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Jean Joseph Etienne Lenoir, inventor of the internal-combustion engine</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Charles Van Depoele, inventor of the electric railway</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Zénobe Gramme, inventor of the Gramme dynamo</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Constant Loiseau, inventor of the optometer</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Belgium was also the first countrie to abolish slavery!</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Also first president of Europe ever Herman van Rompuy</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Eddy merckx the best cyclist ever</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-41703663780268355992012-03-21T12:26:00.001+08:002012-03-21T12:28:04.036+08:00WOTD - SAPIOSEXUAL :)<div><span><br /></span></div><span>"Here's an e-mail that I sent out a while back on what I mean by sapiosexual. The message was in response to "What gender do you prefer in sex and/or a relationship?"</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Me? I don't care too much about the plumbing. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor.I decided all that means that I am sapiosexual. I want to fuck with peoples minds. :)</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>I invented this term while on too little sleep driving up from SF in the summer of '98 and I'm trying to propagate it as much as possible. So please use it when appropriate...But where's the gender in all that? That people that I find like that also happen to have marvelous, wonderful bodies happens to be a perq. Flesh is fun...You can only fuck someone for so long (5-8 hours is finite) but you talk forever."</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>~ Darren Stalder</span></div></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-23333241119752228662011-10-21T23:50:00.003+08:002011-10-22T00:07:32.448+08:00Smells of Brazen Breeze<div><br /></div><div>As usual, it's been a while since I last visited. Guess its nothing much out of the ordinary as there are only that many reasons why (I think) people blog. Obviously there are more, but I'm just in the mood to stereotype people.</div><div><br /></div><div>1.) They are single</div><div>2.) They just broke up or going through a rough patch</div><div>3.) They are trying to sell their souls (i.e. make money) to/from bored people </div><div>4.) Attention deficit people</div><div>5.) People who are seriously passionate about something and actually provide a very insightful, inspiring or helpful read</div><div><br /></div><div>For me, I just remembered I actually have a blog after visiting someone else's. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the weather is chilly; </div><div>Which inevitably makes my mood go melancholic;</div><div>And as usual, melancholy usually directs me here. </div><div><br /></div><div>Which has been a while, or rather I've been keeping myself pretty "organised" and having a very"routine-d" lifestyle. </div><div><br /></div><div>But who cares. I'm out.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-54656666865073549052010-02-10T09:57:00.007+08:002012-03-21T12:40:45.086+08:00<div style="text-align: right; "><span ><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>. I don't get to write in here as much as I would like to .</div><div><br /></div><div>. I've kind of shifted my attention to platforms in need of much less attention .</div><div><br /></div><div>. I think ?</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>. I've cheated .</div><div><br /></div><div>. I have a tumblr account .</div><div><br /></div><div>. There, I said it .</div><div><br /></div><div>. Hey, I can't totally write depression all the time if-you-know-what-I-mean .</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>. So for less emotionally depriving and denuding shit, I chisel myself at pheroxia.tumblr.com .</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ahh . . . The bliss of Honesty .</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...</div></span></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-8444111813154861772009-11-16T16:01:00.002+08:002009-11-16T16:17:30.689+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The glum and grey come a-tapping , <br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">On the dust-filled cracks of my window sill ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I hear you , the harsh earned tear and tears ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">A-drip and a-shudder , </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Across , in view , the mournful skies ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">In my eyes .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Of once , of twice , of thrice ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The mulling and the killing ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The worn and withered , </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Void of once lay , </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The thumping , knocking , yelping ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Of my actual , real and war-torn ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Heart .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-90617736621469676292009-09-04T09:28:00.004+08:002010-09-21T18:03:38.322+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Of clamshelled stones as the current hits,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Knocking and so foresaid the lightning speaks,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Waving and wading,<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The shimmering swords of the great blue,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Encrusts their everyready dagger sycophants,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">To please and amuse, for distrust and doubt .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">To lay admist them in their ploy of demolition,<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">And to scatter to shun the incitement,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">A yearning gasp unleashed, long and overdue</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">It awakens to bethinks its' presence .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The chaw of rage nips at the feet of fury,<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">In this absinthal state of cloying discourse.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I know,<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The intensities constants the lethargy,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Lethargy of the habitual opulence,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Leavens the creed of your spasmodic nod .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Not the stone, but the shell .</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-70282641851763775602009-05-08T13:32:00.001+08:002010-09-21T18:33:09.181+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); ">:3</span></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-63470588237554294462009-04-27T10:35:00.003+08:002010-09-21T18:04:14.503+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: right;">Sparkle as the tinsle crown blazes from your eyes ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Gaiety, to be celebrated in our slumber .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Along with the scintillation of your sole sweat ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The taste of blitheness from it , escalates the purity of It .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">It, </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">the Something I think I know ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">It, </div><div style="text-align: right;">the Something I think I knew ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">It,</div><div style="text-align: right;">A chance still there ?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Could it possibly ?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">. . .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The bliss of which has been choking , strangling , fastened , and</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Stuck still in the back of my throat to ward all off ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Is once again, out on my guileless and guideless hands ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">To let go , </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Let see , </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">and let happen ?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">. . .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Chuckle as my murrhine walls drip of coy tears and expired brume ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I shudder at the anticipation of a cheerful carnage ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Carnage of yet, another warm beating still .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Served .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">. . .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Maybe , </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Just maybe ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">. . .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Are you there ? </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Do you hear me a-calling , <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">hope ?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div></div></span></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-29478511562309752382009-04-21T17:11:00.004+08:002010-09-21T18:04:49.677+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Smother the blades of the moon ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">And wallow in the craters of grass .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Come indulge your inquisitive fluff ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Of burnt sage, and a forest of bygones .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I'll show you the way and sew up your heart ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">As the distorted lights move in .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Click your heels to get the devils in line ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">And applaud that reality's just the accumulation of omnious prophecies come to life .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">O.R. is served with a little copypasta</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>. pheroxia .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549517913738924356noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-49478005792857643082009-03-23T20:28:00.001+08:002010-09-21T18:05:41.623+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"></div></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">I lay my faith here, on the bitter pathway ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Of where those dirty. defiled . tripping minions ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">pranced and danced the dance of vile .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">In hopes that the skein of a heart left by their filth ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Shall one day be unsullied by the purest of breaths ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The deepest of heart , the loudest of passion .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Where are you, oh beauty that shuns all unpure ?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">How shall I seek, to beg for the curse of an innocent ?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Why should I be blessed with the blood on my hands ?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The spotless blood of . .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Me .</div></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-28171158993384751972009-02-19T15:57:00.010+08:002010-09-21T18:06:28.612+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"></span></span></span></div></span><span><span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></div></span></span><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">thou shalt not follow the queering voices of Nether .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">the black hole . absence . truancy . and more void within . </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">it's emptiness longs fervency . it's desolation entices the curious .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">they're alluring forces of the greatest . enchantment of the wrong kind .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">insinuating and invasive . evocative and intorently redolent .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">sweet aughts of your fiend will tingle the blind taste of reminescence .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">the wistful wickedly lusts unconscious hope .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">drawing on . drawing near . drawing close .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">almost too close . Too close, maybe, for comfort . </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">nothing is there . and nothing will ever be .</div></span></span><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">lusting for the abyss ?</div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">extrication, your best bet .</div></span></span><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">Hope for life, i would suggest .</div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">the black hole i know as my Mind, beckons .</div></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-71702239228673174022009-02-03T10:52:00.002+08:002010-09-21T18:07:22.492+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span><span></span></span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">Gape as the fangs of a fairy taste you .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Seethe my friend , for it is it's dirty eyes which hurt you .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Swallow your pride, as the bitter pill of pique excites you .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Bite it, that atramentaceous tongue who stole your soul .</div></span></span><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">Come now, eyes to the back of your crown.</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">Stellar awaits .</div></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-70991793151158530222009-01-26T14:56:00.003+08:002010-09-21T18:02:47.609+08:00<span style=";font-family:verdana;" class="status_text"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"></span></div></span></span></span><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">In due time, I will let you crawl the the wells of my heart and bury the blades deep within .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Mourn not as fragments of stone and sparks impales your skin and sets me to, The Opaque .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The introitus Ether .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The intervented Abstruse .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">The enigmatic Plague .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Far away in the burning forest of bygones and black winter roses ,</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I shall tap my shoes to the dance of the imps .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Put the poison pill to my ear, and .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Sovereign the explicit somberness of me and a deathly blood sucking dove . </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">And to you too, Bane .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></span></span><span class="status_text"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-45081200683687208802009-01-19T14:21:00.003+08:002010-09-21T18:06:51.838+08:00<span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><div></div></span></span><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">I will predure with the nihility of it all .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I want to .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I need to .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Kiss the lipless .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Love the lackadaisical .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Chase the chasms .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Loll in annihilation .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">and then .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Venerate in the voidance .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Aftermath .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Ahh .</div></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-59736305761280645332009-01-15T10:02:00.001+08:002010-09-21T18:07:52.964+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span class="status_text"><div style="text-align: right;">Cradle the scabrous murrhine well, will I .</div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">Scintillate the palest muave, will my molten eyes .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">But pity, not my pith . nor my gist .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Crippled to nothingness .</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></span><small><span class="status_time"></span></small>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-54311962608073394512009-01-12T10:53:00.002+08:002010-09-21T18:08:47.456+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: right;">I will bow, </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Toward the broken grass of my quintessence . </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">There, mighty myriads leave their trail . </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Trace . </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Scent .</div></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-81381401085053824922009-01-09T09:48:00.002+08:002010-09-21T18:10:39.277+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I shall let my silver shadow play drown, </div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">In the river of pother tonight , </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">on your rufous specked empyrean .</div></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-60844901541614378262007-08-11T23:56:00.004+08:002010-09-21T18:32:41.607+08:00irridiction<div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"></span></strong></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">yeah i don't know what it means either.. this word keeps popping up in my head for the last hour.. hold on a mom and let me wiki it and see if it actually exists.. *wiki-ing* well, good news and bad news. bad news ALways first.. there is NO such word as irridiction.. surprise surprise.. and the GOod news is that the closest to it is irridiation. meaning?</span></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">ir·ra·di·a·tion [i-rey-dee-ey-shuhn]</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">–noun </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">1.the act of irradiating. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">2.the state of being irradiated. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">3.intellectual or spiritual enlightenment.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">4.a ray of light; beam. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">5.Optics. the apparent enlargement of an object when seen against a dark background. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">6.the use of x-rays or other forms of radiation for the treatment of disease, the making of x-ray photographs, the manufacture of vitamin D, etc. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">7.Exposure or the process of exposure to x-rays or other radiation.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">hmm... why good news? maybe because of meaning number 3 and 4... or maybe number 2.. which might mean i got cancer and am gonna die soon.. hmm.. sounds appealing, yum. quite contradicting to my liking for meaning number 1 and 2 right. well, i think i'm hoping for meaning 2 and 3 but right now, i'm pretty much hoping for number 2. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i havent actually blogged for 2 years ++ now. well, i guess i can say thats the amount of time that i havent been fucked up. well, since i'm back here again means i'm fucked up again. i read my last post and i can so remember those times. again again again and again. such a cycle that i adore and despise so much. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">usher's burn is playing on my radioblogclub line up again. just like those time with him. those nights waiting and wondering. those times where i fucked up another poor soul and another awaiting. reminiscence. haih.. deja vu. again. hah.. confessions part 2 on now.. haha..i'm feeling those times again. i think my friend would more than know what. everything that's good in my life goes crash boom bang by my own hands.</span></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">to be continued. dota first.</span></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">. . . . . . </span></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">its the day after actually.. am i'm in betweemn </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-21721580155010020122006-10-16T16:39:00.002+08:002010-09-21T18:31:56.722+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">A Primary School teacher was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?" </span></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the Primary 1. My sister is in Primary 3 and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in Primary 3 too!" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The teacher took Harry to the principal's office. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the Primary 1, and behave. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The teacher agreed. Harry was brought in. The conditions were explained, and Harry agreed to take the test.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Principal: "What is 3 x 3?" Harry: "9" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Principal: "What is 6 x 6?" Harry: "36" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">And so it went with every question the principal thought a Primary 1 student should know. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to Primary 3." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The teacher says to the principal, "May I ask him some tougher questions?" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The principal and Harry both agree. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "What does a cow have four of that I have only two?" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "Legs." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" (The principal wondered, why does she ask such a question!) </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "Pockets." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "Pants." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "What starts with a C and ends with a T, and it is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...) </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "Coconut." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "Bubblegum." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and dog do on three legs?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "Shake hands." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "Now I will ask some 'Who am I' sort of questions, okay?"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do." Who am I? </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "A Tent." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first." What am I? (Principal was looking restless and a bit tense) </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "A Wedding Ring." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, I feel good." What am I? </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "A Nose." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver." What am I? </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "An Arrow." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teacher: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of excitement?" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Harry: "Firetruck." </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put this ass in Primary 6! I got the last 10 questions all wrong myself."</span></span></span></div></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-49876788489261545392006-03-01T19:03:00.002+08:002010-09-21T18:31:37.760+08:00wtf?!!?!?!?!<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">hey there again... </span></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i'm here sitting alone in the dark of a gloomy, rainy evening. i've just realised that... I'M BECOMING MORE N MORE OF A BIMBO!!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">haha, honest. i think i've been calling myself a bimbo so much that i've unconsciously turn into one... a full blown one. haha again. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i realise that i'm talking more n more nonsense i.e. of things that my "normal" peer group probably can't ever relate or probably don't even give a fuck about i.e. work stuff i.e. airline stuff.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">why am i presuming that everyone would know what the hell i'm talking about or even have any interest at all for that matter. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">the worst part is i can't really seem to think of any other topic to talk about without </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">a) thinking bout it... i.e. REALLY think...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">b) drifting the convervation back to work i.e. suddenly talk bout something that happened at work.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">what the hell is happening?!?!?! argh!!!! if i were that other person i'd probably let them KNOW that I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK!!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">oh well, i guess this just proves how damn lucky i am because i have the greatest friends in the whole wide world! though i honestly really can't say the same for myself. i think i'm a horrible, horrible friend.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Thanks so much for everything jo, char, and mun hon. where n what would i be without you guys.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Thanks for putting up with all the shit u guys put up with from me.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Thanks for all the support all these years no matter what</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">I wish i knew how to show my appreciation moreand</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Love u guys much (though i know i piss the shit outta u guys!)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">cheers to the greatest freinds in the world!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-52768313304682152322006-02-12T21:36:00.009+08:002010-09-21T18:31:20.870+08:00high flyin life... or so?<div style="text-align: right;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">hey there. long time no see... yeah yeah i know, heard it a million times already! the last just 2 hours ago. some ppl have to work ya know, i.e me! how's flying u ask? well, same question everytime n same answer for u guys too... like that la, same shit, different day, different place! no work means no money, no money means no going out, no going out means no life... and so far, i still dread to fly... so that's why havent been seeing alot of u guys often la... vicious cycle... fly also cannot, dont fly also cannot... haih... haha. how life is sometimes. dont get me wrong, its not that i hate my job, i actually quite like it. i guess i could say that i would be one of the few ppl in this world, or safer to say this country for that matter, who actually loves their job. i honestly like how simple the job is and am amazed at how well ppl can complicate it up for u. i like meeting all sorts of ppl and cant get enough of how amazingly weird and colourful their life stories and tales are. honest. it quenches n feeds to my thrist of "pat"ness just fine. and i'm not talking about the passengers, it's the crew themselves. it's like hearing it first hand from soap opera characters... but that's only on the better days. sometimes u get crew who just cant talking bout how much they know n how great they are n just tries to boss whoever they can around. argh, those bitchy ones, cant take that shit. then there's the quiet, timid n shy type. sometimes u just wonder why they join the airlines. ask them a sentence n they answer with just a word or less. or worst, the ones who just ignores u. now those arent the shy timid ones. they, these ones, are those who think themselves as goddess or so. too posh to talk to u, act like they know everything and everybody else doesnt. next we come to the guys. two types. the stewards, n stewardees. =) yeah, there arent just stewardess n stewards. there's also the many stewardees. - men with a great sense of humour, great manners, great grooming, great intuition n most importantly, great liking for men. haha. yeah, THEM. they're great companions, honest. lotsa stories,lotsa advice about everything under the sun especially bout beauty stuff. i really, REALLY give it to them. beauty gurus haha. and they really do go all out to get the men they want. first hand experience. spots a guy, think he's cute, comes n tells us all about it, we go out n check him out, give approval, he goes n gives the target some goodies n watch for reaction, if ok, approaches and askes where he's from chats, wait for reaction again, comes behind all excited n dancing around, get a piece of paper, writes his number on it, passes it to the target n askes for his too. wohla, kao tim. =) i think many of us girls should start taking lessons on how to pick up men from them. n these men they pick up aint minging. some of them look pretty good. they have taste. oh well, time to pak toh again. more stories when i feel like it. =)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-62257339355543610032005-10-10T16:31:00.007+08:002010-09-21T18:31:07.545+08:00depression...<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i dont understand. the skies seem greyer these days. the water seems rougher. the weather more unpredictable. the ppl more annoying. the animals less cuddly. the fishes less calming. i am feeling so melancholic these days. i've lost my sense of optimism. i'm blinded from the light of the sun i cant remember when i've last seen. i'm freezing from the moonlight i can't avoid but seem to grow fonder of. i seem to be loosing the patience for those who need and deserve it but seem to have nurtured more empathy for those who have totally nothing to do with me or anything in my life. there's so many brown leaves, everywhere. where are the greens? how do i clear this mess? where do i put all the old and rotten? how do u treat ur own backache? how do u get rid of baggage? how do u stop all this from getting worse? why is everything getting worse? is this a test from god? is there something in all this rubble that he wants u to find? is there something good awaiting? or is all this the consequences from all those times where i was too weak and gave into satan's whispers. yes. those thoughts i can remember so clearly and of course, his very powerful power of suggestion. i entertain them so much i feel it's a part of me. part of my personality. just plain simple me. the part of me which makes me feel so strong. so powerful. so clear. so untouchable. so unbreakable. so... numb. i feel nothing can scathe me. that's cause i don't and can't feel. at all. i think i do, maybe for all those poor lil furry animals getting hit by vehicles or end up in the cooking pot. but where does all this sympathy come from? how can a cold cold heart feel such warm, charming thoughts? how do u fight back? how do u pick urself up from all this rubble? how do u clear this debris? a thought at the back of my mind tells me i need help. but i bite my tounge at the thought of that. i sometimes wish it will bleed. bleed n bleed til i probably die or something. ahh... the thought of death. i know i shut u up when u talk of it. but i am comfortable with it but just not of yours. i do think of my own death too. many a times. i picture my funeral cold. wet. and deserted. no one in sight. at all. i sometimes wish that i would just incenerate. </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">there's only one reason why i regret everything i've just said. and the only that makes me kick myself in the ass for having all these ever regrettable consistant toughts. it is today last year. the rebirth of me. thanks to one particular person. the one who warmed my heart, opened my mind, freed my soul. and i thank god for sending me his angel in disguise. </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span></span></span></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-70512304794650303462005-10-05T17:42:00.003+08:002010-09-21T18:30:53.085+08:00jampacked n full of shit<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">me i mean. litterally. i'm sitting here in an internet cafe as usual cause i dont have one of those fancy foldable gadgets nor those boxy space consuming stuff i.e laptops & pcs'. i was 10 minutes late for a class i could barely understand thanks to 2 heavily accented german ladies who were btw quite hot. good thing they were cancer wanting ppl cause that gives us a chance to join them every hour too. was hungry so i tried to squeeze my brunch in a ciggie break too which left me late again and missed out more barely understandable germglish. btw, i just made that word up. anyway, after about another hour or so, we got our lunch breack which was approximately 11.30... so much for jamming mouthfuls of beehoon goreng into my over groomed face as fast as a homeless grabs your half empty stylerene bla bla dunno how to spell boxes in to the bin... nehh, those white tarpau boxes which is bad for the enviroment wan... anyways, moving on... was yet again late for class which we're supposedly gonna have a "test". fyi, in this "test", we get to open our little manuals which consists half german n half english in very small fonts, but that's fine... and we get to ask each other for the answers n walk around helping others with their answer sheets. class / "work" ended at 2pm. yeah, u better stick ur fingers tighter together to contain the stuff that's commin outta ya puny lil mouth now.</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919202932295014985.post-9242914037260466562005-08-10T21:00:00.005+08:002010-09-21T18:26:23.334+08:00i think the haze haze is getting to me<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">hey there,</span></span></div><span style="color:#775477;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i'm in a funny mood today.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">nothing particulary bad or good happened today.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i neither feel sad nor happy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i'm not really tired but not energetic either.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i don't feel down or up.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i feel like nothing's really clear but it's not blur.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i'm not jaded but not not jaded either.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">i don't feel as optimistic as i normally do but i'm not pesimistic either.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">why do i not feel myself today?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">why do i have these days?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">why do have so many questions but no answers?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">why do i have so many questions?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">why do i want to know everything?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">do i really want to know the answer to everything?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">can i take and accept the answer to everything?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">is it better to know or not?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">to know is to hurt</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">truth often hurts</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">to ignore is to be ignorant</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">ignorance is bliss</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">which is the better of these two evils?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i see what not to see</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i can't see what to see</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i feel what i should not</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i feel not what i should</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes emotions blinds me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i blind emotions</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i do what is needn't</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i don't do what is needed</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes what seems right is wrong</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes the wrong is actually right</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i say what i don't mean</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i don't say what i mean</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i take what i shouldn't</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">sometimes i should take what i don't</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">lalalalallalalallala</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">good night.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2