Harmony

Harmony

Microsoft word opens
Leaving me staring at it
Blank-
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Detachment and extrication.
Death and resurrection.
Death again, no not ag
ain. I won’t give in th
ough I already hav
e, haven’t i
?
?
?
.
.
Detachment and extrication,
Phoenix, dragon, unicorn, seraphim, light, dark, energy, light, burst, light
Vocabulary, imagery, tactile, kinesthetic, auditory
Old factories.
Purgatory.
$%#@!
Devouring your senses
These immenses
Consuming your right, no left, no right, left, right h
and, STAY STILL!
C://syntax error 9938*(4) Sever wrists lest processor erases life of userid 23748
Error2
Error2
Erro-
BOOM!
Up, up, up-
Down
Falling up and standing down, phase fax,
You were straddling nowhere, nowhere
NOWHERE
Ever since you stared
at
The opening words my crows softly whispered.

~tc©

Comic Treat!

I didn't realise today was Happy 4.13-Math-Teachers-Should-Tell-A-Joke Day. Gave me quite a pleasant poke, since both my teachers never really put up a good laugh with the class before.

Amaths

So there we were, playing Block Dude on our GDCs during amath tutorial on Mathematical Modelling, after finishing the worksheets that is. And it so happened that a question came into my mind so I cornered the man to voice my doubts.

Me: So, sir, how d'you get this thing to plot an absolute-value graph?

KY: Urhh...I'm not very...absolute about that.

Me: (wide-eyed) Er...okay.

KY: So...I'll find out for you and tell you next lesson, alright? (looking exceptionally enthusiastic at my retarded expression)

Me: Er...yeah sure. Thanks sir. (hides a grin, goes back to seat for more Block Dude)

How interesting.

Cmaths

The last lesson of the day found our class extremely hyperactive. Apparently, MS decided to match our frequency as she started teaching us about probability.

MS: So, a situation is said to be biased when the probability of an event happening is not equally likely.

Class: (nods)

MS: Okay. Let's say, if one fine day I were to just come into class, will the probability of a person getting scolded by me be equal for everyone else in class?

Class: NO. (laughter)

MS: Of course! Because some of you just REFUSE to hand in your homework, or you can say that I'm biased towards a few of you people!

Class: (rapturous laughter)

MS: Yeah I never said I was fair what. Look at me, I'm not, I'm dark-skinned! (points to arm)

-silence- (crickets chirp, crow flies over)

Class: (jeers, then even more rapturous laughter)

Ah what a day. Thank God for humour, again.

The Marriage of True Minds

Shakespeare is genius. Brilliant sonnet, no. 116.

The Marriage of True Minds by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

My Faith is in the Wind and the Rain

Grats blogspot, upon your international face has been inscribed my 40th post. Yeah! My blog's 40 posts old, 不惑之年! o.O

In addition, happy Hungry Ghosts' Festival! Sorry spirits, all I've got to offer is a lexical feast, so enjoy. And don't blow at my ear when I'm sleeping, legs are rather uncontrollable in sub-consciousness. But then again you guys are supposed to be ethereal. So how the hell do you blow anyways!!

(In case you haven't already noticed, I'm so kidding -.-")

Aside from that..ah, when the night and the drizzles paint such a lovely ambience, how can one resist the temptation of poetry even at the risk of absolutely owning oneself by taking one's mind off several extremely-highly-complicated-and-examinable-in-less-than-one-days-time Hamlet extracts? Duh you can but I can't. 情非得以！:p

My Faith is in the Wind and the Rain

A crystal kiss, a passing wind
That lifts my shivers pure but not
The swifted dates that none recall.
An icy mellow hark of strings
That stroll my soul with shadows warm
A clamour, a fondle, oft’ deep and sweet
Snakes and seraphs, my skin beneath.

What slipp’ry thoughts in falling clouds
Might He be He my light to grace?
Has He my golden wish forgot?
But all perceived, He sings for me
And cries when He allows me be.
By not day, not night, nor not by neith’
I slip in trembling, glorious bright.

Spite Man Divine such clefts to crawl,
I catch His chosen springs and falls.

~tc©

Experimental Blends

Experimental Blends

A little of this
A little of that
A bubbling chorus and
A sizzling clap
With uranium on the bench
And fart on the tap
Oops that’s acid on my lap
OUCH THAT’S ACID ON MY LAP!
And the wrong tap leaves me
With gas in nasal cavities
Not the liquid
I expected
Ah there, there, the water channel
Soothing burns in nasty places
Thank God thank heavens for filter funnels
And plastic briefs for private spaces
Alright, that’s done
Back to more fun
But what’s that familiar orange swarm
Ahoy there! A mushroom cloud!
That’s something to worry about.
Rather cute I thought, rising through
The conical tubes
Smelling of breakfast’s chicken soup
Well, what goes around
Comes around
Ew,
Shouldn’t have tried bovine
Latrine exocrine,
Should’ve just used mine.

~tc©