| Saturday, February 21, 2009
My dear fellow earthlings,
as a a foreign ambassador from the esteemed dwarf planet (this is an injustice! we are a planet!) Pluto,
i am all to happy to announce that as of today,
there will be free shuttles between planet Earth and planet Pluto!
*crowd starts whooping*
as for the exact place of these shuttles, go find out yourself.
anyway, i am pleased that the alliance forged between Pluto and Earth has lasted for more than thirteen wonderful years, and hope that this alliance can continue to strengthen!!
*polite applause*
free milo ice-creams for everyone!!!!
*crowd goes wild*
therefore, i thank you all.
*leaves the podium*
boy: mama, is it done?
mama: yup!
boy: yay! ice-cream!!
*stampedes to the poor ice-cream lady who is being swamped by people*
*mother limps after him, having had her foot trampled by him*
the purple piggy oinked 9:09 PM
| Friday, February 20, 2009
the light illuminates the keyboard,
where fingers alternate between typing and hesitating,
one girl has fallen asleep,
three sit illuminated by the laptop,
just like me.
we have one extra,
four we were meant to be,
the fifth of course,
is welcome,
as any friend would be.
the clickety-clack of the keys fill the room,
as well as the song emanating from my speakers.
a glance at the clock,
its too late for my sleep early plan,
so i guess its back to plan b.
ohwell.
then again, a second girl has fallen asleep,
and i should too,
so should i continue to let my creativity find an outlet,
or should i slide into the clutches of sleep,
a third has gone off to bathe,
i should brush my teeth too.
ah, goodbye, dear literary world.
it was nice to visit you, and know for sure that suppressing creativity,
does not necessarily mean it will go.
nice to meet you, and thank you for the wonderful time.
goodbye, dear literary world.
sleep beckons, and i must go.
duty calls, you see.
i don't want to stop,
but the limit has come and gone.
so, goodbye and goodnight.
the purple piggy oinked 7:34 AM
|
the words flow out like water,
fingers dancing freely over the keyboard,
delighted at finally being freed from the bonds,
though a tinge of sadness remains,
for the bonds,
though gone,
have not disappeared,
hovering about,
waiting,
for the day is coming,
when they will again triumph
the purple piggy oinked 7:18 AM
|
i think i suppressed my poor itty-bitty brain cells for too long.
either that, or i must thank the song.
either way,
in an act of egoness,
I ROCK!!
& b4 charis or yujing or grace or joey or jessye or yungci or shavonne or chuanxin or samantha beats me to the various punchlines,
I STONE!!
I PEBBLE!!
I SAND!!
I ATOM!!
I MOLECULE!!
just made the last 2 up. not bad eh!
the purple piggy oinked 7:15 AM
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creativity is not,
merely a tool,
nor an action,
it is the unleashing of ideas,
the creating of dreams,
the colour in life's palette,
the soft breeze that cools,
the warm blanky,
the oxygen that gives us life,
the blood that courses through our veins,
or rather,
put simply,
the author,
the artist,
the actor,
the director,
the crayon-wielding kindergarten kiddy,
the designer,
the baker,
or,
even simpler,
i,
me,
you,
they,
them,
us,
all of us.
the purple piggy oinked 7:09 AM
|
*start of unintelligible rant*
HOW DO I CHANGE THE TIME!
so maybe its understandable.
*end of unintelligible rant*
the purple piggy oinked 7:08 AM
|
spontaneous may be good,
or then again,
taking all ways seriously,
may be bad.
why am i writing in verse,
that i myself don't even,
understand,
or perhaps i know,
just the subconcious,
or concious.
the heart has,
valves and atria and ventricles,
john crawfurd was resident after raffles,
natural increase=birth rate-death rate
(a+b)squared=(a+b)(a+b)
what did stacey potter see,
Macduff and Duncan,
art=creativity,
somewhere, west side story,
宽容=负荆请罪
文史=杜甫,李商隐
pulled muscles and lung failure,
all simply because,
we live.
the purple piggy oinked 6:55 AM
| Friday, February 13, 2009
!bim boosha bada bam!
the purple piggy oinked 12:51 AM
| Wednesday, February 11, 2009
.Declaring war on all ARCS and ANUSES.
the purple piggy oinked 6:57 AM
|
The tree stood,
Its roots twenty metres below-ground.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled,
The wind blew and shrieked.
Through it all the tree stood fast,
Pulling through without a scratch.
the purple piggy oinked 3:33 AM
|
The world is dying.
The earth goes down,
And the lava comes up,
To swallow the world,
Outside-in.
the purple piggy oinked 3:32 AM
