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Amazing.
I salute those fantastic people who took part in Earth Hour.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Don't stop me now
Over oily smudged spectacles I peer
The legions of hell their leader's face a leer
Strife and hunger and pain and torture
Bring it on
What does not kill me will only make me stronger.
The legions of hell their leader's face a leer
Strife and hunger and pain and torture
Bring it on
What does not kill me will only make me stronger.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Staircase Wit
L'esprit de l'escalier
A situation where one thinks of or recalls something crucial, but moments too late for it to be carried out. Think witty smartass comeback, or suave pickup line, but only after you've left the place.
It's why I like MSN. It gives me time to think.
A situation where one thinks of or recalls something crucial, but moments too late for it to be carried out. Think witty smartass comeback, or suave pickup line, but only after you've left the place.
It's why I like MSN. It gives me time to think.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Methodically, I put on my clothes to the entrancing tunes of U2. Mechanically, I breathe according the the pranayama taught to me by my mother. Ritualistically, I recite in my mind the crescendos and forczendos that would be essential in this field of education, while gathering my spellbooks that are scattered around the floor, bringing to mind an old craggy recluse wizard in his tower, never bothering to put them in order.
The spellbooks of the bard.
Tugging the last lace of a well-worn shoe, I trudge off into the sun, to prove the worth of the last year's toil.
The spellbooks of the bard.
Tugging the last lace of a well-worn shoe, I trudge off into the sun, to prove the worth of the last year's toil.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Hapas ftw!
Random person I'm meeting for the first time: Um... What are you?
Kanoyt: I am a confused soul searching for his body on a crowded shore. The ocean is polluted a sickening grey and in the distant horizon, there are battleships and oil derricks puking putrid gases into the air. It's gotten so bad that you can barely see ten metres in front of you. I'd find it someday , but right now I am just pleased to meet you.
Kanoyt: I am a confused soul searching for his body on a crowded shore. The ocean is polluted a sickening grey and in the distant horizon, there are battleships and oil derricks puking putrid gases into the air. It's gotten so bad that you can barely see ten metres in front of you. I'd find it someday , but right now I am just pleased to meet you.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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