An irascible old farmer named Hu discovered one morning that his best rooster had flown into a tall tree beside his farm pond and wouldn't come down, so he went to his neighbor, Wil, and asked for help. The men had never gotten along, but Wil finally agreed, so the two men went to the pond and began climbing the tree, Hu first. They meant to frighten the rooster out, you see, but the bird only kepy flying higher and higher, branch by branch. Then, just as Hu and the rooster almost reached the very top of the tree, with Wil right behind, there was a loud crack, the branch under Hu's feet broke away, and down he went into the pond, splashing water and mud everywhere. Wil scrambled down as fast as he could and reached out to Hu from the bank, but Hu just lay there on his bank, sinking deeper into the mud until only his nose stuck out of the water. Another farmer had seen what happened, and he came running and pulled Hu out of the pond. 'Why didn't you take Wil's hand?' he asked Hu. 'You could've drowned.' 'Why should I take his hand now?' Hu grumped. 'I passed him just a moment ago in broad daylight, and he never spoke a word to me.'
that was supposed to be a joke, but i still can't get it. was it about the water? or the rooster? or Wil's and Hu's names..? pah. laugh any way.
From: Toy Kingdom
About me: I am the Chronic Procrastinator. If there is something urgent needed to be done now, it can wait until next week.
Friday, March 22, 2002
maybe it's the weather.
maybe it's the midterms week.
maybe it's the books i'm so engrossed with yet.
maybe i just don't jave anything to put in here. as can be evidently seen.
whatever it is, things just float on by, days just cruise on through, and there's no place else i find myself than here drifting and wallowing in the breeze that comes to take me away. and sometimes it whirls up to a gale that gets me caught up in it, helpless for anything.
ah well, i'm still alive, though everytime the jeep i'm in pumps its pistons to a frenzy, the eidetic memory whips up this swift flash of screeching tires, crashing bumpers, and flailing bruised limbs. how often has that happened..
well not yet actually, but i keep on wanting it to, that it just might.
maybe one of these days.
maybe it's the midterms week.
maybe it's the books i'm so engrossed with yet.
maybe i just don't jave anything to put in here. as can be evidently seen.
whatever it is, things just float on by, days just cruise on through, and there's no place else i find myself than here drifting and wallowing in the breeze that comes to take me away. and sometimes it whirls up to a gale that gets me caught up in it, helpless for anything.
ah well, i'm still alive, though everytime the jeep i'm in pumps its pistons to a frenzy, the eidetic memory whips up this swift flash of screeching tires, crashing bumpers, and flailing bruised limbs. how often has that happened..
well not yet actually, but i keep on wanting it to, that it just might.
maybe one of these days.
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Saturday, March 16, 2002
it was like walking in and taking a seat in grandma's shoe house, straight out of a nursery ryhme. the jeep only had first-graders for its passengers, a dozen or so, little kids gaping and giggling in their uniforms. i thought i must've got in a school bus by accident. it's not everyday that happens. gidha!
then they did something puzzling. the kids at front had a running game, something about the number of passengers, coz they were counting up everybody else, and them, finger-pointing included. then one of the kids was looking at me and when i met his gaze he quickly leaned onto the one across him and that kid chuckled, after looking at me too. i couldn't understand what was funny bout me, but i wasn't off to scaring kids that morning so watdahell, i le'em be.
later when i got down and in another jeep that'll take me to school, by chance i glanced down at the notebook on my lap, and found my answer. i hastily zipped up my pants.
then they did something puzzling. the kids at front had a running game, something about the number of passengers, coz they were counting up everybody else, and them, finger-pointing included. then one of the kids was looking at me and when i met his gaze he quickly leaned onto the one across him and that kid chuckled, after looking at me too. i couldn't understand what was funny bout me, but i wasn't off to scaring kids that morning so watdahell, i le'em be.
later when i got down and in another jeep that'll take me to school, by chance i glanced down at the notebook on my lap, and found my answer. i hastily zipped up my pants.
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Tuesday, March 12, 2002
Thom Merillin said, Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive but never forget.
up til now, i haven't found out yet if there is a fig of truth in that statement.
mayhaps i'll find out..
HEY YOU!! yeah you reading this now, whatcha think?
i dunno.
but maybe it is true but i just don't wanna admit that shortcoming of being unable to forgive.
up til now, i haven't found out yet if there is a fig of truth in that statement.
mayhaps i'll find out..
HEY YOU!! yeah you reading this now, whatcha think?
i dunno.
but maybe it is true but i just don't wanna admit that shortcoming of being unable to forgive.
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Monday, March 11, 2002
have just read the 700+ pages of Robert Jordan's The Great Hunt in about, i'd say less than 35 hours. and that includes sleep and meals in between. oh, and of course baths. anyway, why the hurry? or was it that good that i couldn't put it down til i got through all of it? well neither. i just had nothing better to do and this will be the second time i'll be immersing myself in the Wheel of Time, so i guess the stuff there are easier to understand.
let's see.. that was 3 books in 2 weeks. even i don't know why i seem to be reading too fast. maybe that fantasy world just makes me feel a lot better than this one. imean, fantasy literature is escapist in nature, no matter how closely it can resemble our waking world. it's so much easier to plunge headlong into my mind's eye and face Trollocs and Myrddraal in yellowing pages than it is to confront the terrible reality of my everyday existence.
my life's a bloody bore, blood and bloody ashes! so it really is a wonder that i don't get bored with it. that make sense?
let's see.. that was 3 books in 2 weeks. even i don't know why i seem to be reading too fast. maybe that fantasy world just makes me feel a lot better than this one. imean, fantasy literature is escapist in nature, no matter how closely it can resemble our waking world. it's so much easier to plunge headlong into my mind's eye and face Trollocs and Myrddraal in yellowing pages than it is to confront the terrible reality of my everyday existence.
my life's a bloody bore, blood and bloody ashes! so it really is a wonder that i don't get bored with it. that make sense?
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Friday, March 08, 2002
the Others take me, but i think im losing my tenuous hold on my sanity. my 24/7 mental radio speaker's blasting away with full force, and my ears are ringing. today's Hit: its P.O.D. with Youth of the Nation...
who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
instead of taking a test
i took two to the chest
my paranoia's grabbin me, it seems every turn i take i'll be met with some accident of some sort. a ballpen sticking through my throat, the floor hurling at my face straight from a 3-story fall, or the booming honk of an oncoming 12-wheeler truck about 12 inches to my left. i feel i'll be dying soon, and it'll be a surprise, my thoughts running like..
last day of the rest of my life
i wish i would've known
coz i didn't kiss my momma g'bye
who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
instead of taking a test
i took two to the chest
my paranoia's grabbin me, it seems every turn i take i'll be met with some accident of some sort. a ballpen sticking through my throat, the floor hurling at my face straight from a 3-story fall, or the booming honk of an oncoming 12-wheeler truck about 12 inches to my left. i feel i'll be dying soon, and it'll be a surprise, my thoughts running like..
last day of the rest of my life
i wish i would've known
coz i didn't kiss my momma g'bye
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time for some chauvinistic ideas.. not that i'm one, mind you.
ELEMENT: Women
SYMBOL: Wo
DISCOVERER: Adam
ATOMIC MASS: Accepted at 53.6 kg, but known to vary from 40-200 kg
OCCURRENCES: Copious quantities in all urban areas
PHYSICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Surface usually covered in painted film
2. Boils at nothing; freezes w/o known reason
3. Melts if given special treatment
4. Bitter if incorrectly used
5. Found in various states from virgin metal to common ore
6. Yields if pressure applied in correct places
CHEMICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Has great affinity for gold, silver, and a range of precious stones
2. Absorbs great quantities of expensive substances
3. May explode spontaneously w/o prior warning and for no apparent reason
4. Insoluble in liquids, but actively increases greatly in saturation of alcohol
5. Most powerful money reducing agent known to man
COMMON USES:
1. Highly ornamental, especially in sports cars
2. Can be a great aid to relaxation
3. Very effective cleaning agent
TESTS:
1. Pure specimen turns rosy pink when discovered in the natural state
2. Turns green when placed beside a better specimen
HAZARDS:
1. Highly dangerous except in experienced hands
2. Illegal to possess more than one, although several can be maintained at different locations as long as specimens do not come into direct contact with each other
ELEMENT: Women
SYMBOL: Wo
DISCOVERER: Adam
ATOMIC MASS: Accepted at 53.6 kg, but known to vary from 40-200 kg
OCCURRENCES: Copious quantities in all urban areas
PHYSICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Surface usually covered in painted film
2. Boils at nothing; freezes w/o known reason
3. Melts if given special treatment
4. Bitter if incorrectly used
5. Found in various states from virgin metal to common ore
6. Yields if pressure applied in correct places
CHEMICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Has great affinity for gold, silver, and a range of precious stones
2. Absorbs great quantities of expensive substances
3. May explode spontaneously w/o prior warning and for no apparent reason
4. Insoluble in liquids, but actively increases greatly in saturation of alcohol
5. Most powerful money reducing agent known to man
COMMON USES:
1. Highly ornamental, especially in sports cars
2. Can be a great aid to relaxation
3. Very effective cleaning agent
TESTS:
1. Pure specimen turns rosy pink when discovered in the natural state
2. Turns green when placed beside a better specimen
HAZARDS:
1. Highly dangerous except in experienced hands
2. Illegal to possess more than one, although several can be maintained at different locations as long as specimens do not come into direct contact with each other
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Thursday, March 07, 2002
tthose undeserving will be bereft of any benefit the moment it's received.
my brother asked me, days before, if i wanted to buy his phone from him, as mine is broken. our older brother just told me awhile ago that he'd buy it for me, as he knows i'm saving up. he wasn't even finished talking yet when something fell with a thump on the floor, from where i had just put the book i was reading. it was his phone, and it wasn't reacting to any of the buttons i pressed. passing it to him, i said with a sigh, "i'll pay the repair costs."
what irony.
my brother asked me, days before, if i wanted to buy his phone from him, as mine is broken. our older brother just told me awhile ago that he'd buy it for me, as he knows i'm saving up. he wasn't even finished talking yet when something fell with a thump on the floor, from where i had just put the book i was reading. it was his phone, and it wasn't reacting to any of the buttons i pressed. passing it to him, i said with a sigh, "i'll pay the repair costs."
what irony.
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Tuesday, March 05, 2002
it all feels meaningless. not yet a minute passed, and i feel empty again. but no, it couldnt be emptiness when there's hurt and pain and self-loathing tumbling in the same room with dread. life meaningless, yes; but empty, no.
perhaps i shouldve watched my tongue, but she had told me i could tell her anything, and so i did. the sound of a phone hung up rang in my ears long after i left it.
now i know not whether i should be rejoicing or curling up to ashes. i remember when going to my classes filled me with a sense of purpose, a tinge of worth. lessons to learn, people to meet. i had lost those almost two years ago.. but it has been for two months now since ive rediscovered it again.
but now its gone, and i dont care.
now i dont care.
perhaps i shouldve watched my tongue, but she had told me i could tell her anything, and so i did. the sound of a phone hung up rang in my ears long after i left it.
now i know not whether i should be rejoicing or curling up to ashes. i remember when going to my classes filled me with a sense of purpose, a tinge of worth. lessons to learn, people to meet. i had lost those almost two years ago.. but it has been for two months now since ive rediscovered it again.
but now its gone, and i dont care.
now i dont care.
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Monday, March 04, 2002
two weeks. she has gone two weeks and in only the second time she has called, i made her cry again. AGAIN. wtf am i? wtf am i worth? wtf does she keep me still, me, useless sonuvabitchdatiamalwaysmakinhercry. im worse than shit; you can use that as fertilizer. agh shit.
i am sorry love, though i know sorry means shit coz the deed is done.
i am sorry love, though i know sorry means shit coz the deed is done.
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Sunday, March 03, 2002
hurts. i bit my upper lip again, and it stings like theres a thorn stuck in my mouth. imagine a normal gum ache, but that its always scratched and bumped on against by my teeth. darn thing hurts and i cant think straight nor talk straight. nor eat much. not the first time it happened too, and once i bit the same spot three times in a day. hurts. hurts hurts hurts.
but wtf am i doing complaining bout some.. lip ache?! there are so many damned people out there aching, hurting, suffering from more aggravating things. and some dont even have homes, or parents, or food, or even something to wear.. and here i am, nagging bout a.. lip ache.
other people have worse problems, worse hurts than you do. no matter how much hurt you are by anything, other people got it worse than you, and folks dont really like complaining like that like youre dying, or trapped beneath an anvil or somthin. keep that in mind.
aw god, my lip hurts.
but wtf am i doing complaining bout some.. lip ache?! there are so many damned people out there aching, hurting, suffering from more aggravating things. and some dont even have homes, or parents, or food, or even something to wear.. and here i am, nagging bout a.. lip ache.
other people have worse problems, worse hurts than you do. no matter how much hurt you are by anything, other people got it worse than you, and folks dont really like complaining like that like youre dying, or trapped beneath an anvil or somthin. keep that in mind.
aw god, my lip hurts.
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Saturday, March 02, 2002
wonder why this is entitled that? well ask somebody else coz i dunno either. the phrase just came up outta nowhere. but i mean to use this blog as somewhat a bookmark of thoughts.. so whatever comes up, dump it if you think its shit, or otherwise, read on!
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Friday, March 01, 2002
well why the hell is that html code showing up there?
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just trying this thing out.. lets see how this shit looks like.
back later when i have more time.
back later when i have more time.
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