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Tuesday, October 10, 2006 When you get that sick feeling of too little too late you know you haven't tried hard enough When turning left is more fun than turning right although the alternative offers blissful stability you turned left When you've gotten the first in a series of decisions wrong you hope there're second chances When you feel guilty about step one because of step two although you've decided long ago that step one was how you would be you wonder if step one or step two is the one really at fault When the third step has never been so uncertain before you seek directions from..? When you realise... you pray that the final punctuation of your sentence wouldn't arrive At least not now...please fishinbowl 9:05 AM Sunday, August 06, 2006 ...If its true, if its you, as part of your obligation to fulfill, face to face, are you for real in confrontation ain't no conversation, if i feel i'm in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze... "You can try stretching my patience. You can't try stretching my trust." Let's see how this plays out. I'm game. fishinbowl 12:44 AM Saturday, August 05, 2006 "Nothing goes down better with high-cholesterol seafood than a healthy amount of alcohol and a healthy amount of teenagers with healthy enough bodies to waste away." fishinbowl 12:16 AM Thursday, August 03, 2006 An Errata to the Theory of Relativity of Time Apparently, time isn't as bendable when a foreign body lives in your home. Too bad then. Ciao~ fishinbowl 9:28 PM Sunday, July 30, 2006 Sneaking in a quick post The taiwanese is finally here =O busy day today busy day tomorrow busy weeks ahead>< i'm so tired, and this is so not my style. fishinbowl 12:30 AM Tuesday, July 25, 2006 There's nothing as fun as reliving your childhood days of complete recklessness and utter craziness. Ask any one who stayed back after physics lecture today. fishinbowl 10:28 PM Thursday, July 20, 2006 Once Upon a Time Back in the good old days where the world was grey and all was fine, everything remained undefined and everybody was generally happy. Then came a time where somebody came up with the notion that grey wasn't good enough. In fact, there has to be something better than grey. Maybe, if there were 2 colours to choose from, instead of just grey, everybody would be generally happier, rather than just generally happy. And so black and white came into existence. There were people that chose black, and there were people that chose white. But as with all choices, people started comparing which choice, and in effect which colour was better. They wrote lengthy theorems, held lengthy debates, and grew lengthy whiskers that they didn't have time to trim, all to prove one another right or wrong. After years of heated discussion with breaths abated, some forward thinkers of their time concluded that using black to prove white inferior and white to prove black superior was in fact the same thing after all. They decided that more was needed to prove their point. And so the various hues of glitterring reds and blues, the multitudinous shades of dirty yellows and greens, and even the angry splotches of brown and dark brown came into existence. This allowed for more sides to be taken by the people. More sides means more choices. And more choices means more lengthy theorems. And more lengthy debates. And even lenghtier whiskers. Soon, everybody's whiskers became so untrimmed that everybody began tripping over their own facial hair so often that they can't tell purple from indigo. But that's not the point, because the point is that everybody quickly forgot why they introduced all these colours in the first place. And why there was even a black and white. As the centuries passed, and this great academic discussion spanned generations, genetics came into play and ensured that each new generation would be even more likely to have even lenghtier habits that leads each new generation to become even more cranially damaged from the constant trips due to the lengthy whiskers. Within 27 generations, everybody have ceased to be able to think properly or even walk properly. Focus became impossible. Colour differentiation even more so. Everything turned back into a seamless gray for everybody. Nobody remembers anything anymore. The world is grey and all is fine, everything remains undefined and everybody is generally happy again. fishinbowl 9:53 PM |
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