| Friday, May 29, 2009
bashvashdashsash
sash is a cool word
the purple piggy oinked 5:04 AM
| Thursday, May 28, 2009
the intricately piped designs smile up from the hand, waiting for the air to dry them
the purple piggy oinked 7:56 AM
| Wednesday, May 27, 2009
eat drink sleep suffer. what i was cruelly put on this world for. oh, and to torment people with my lame jokes and un-understandable proclamations. (i know there's an error.)
blabs
nighty-night.
the purple piggy oinked 8:21 AM
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singalong, shoutalong,breakalong
the purple piggy oinked 8:19 AM
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flowing gracefully,
her full skirt twirling and spinning with her graceful
tipping head and dancing feet,
creativity pays a short visit.
the purple piggy oinked 8:14 AM
| Monday, May 25, 2009
nine more minutes til midnight,
the dawn of a new day.
dawn should be happy,
but nowadays,
a smile is so rare,
ever so preciously rare,
and if you get a full on belly laugh,
well,
you just hit the jackpot by flushing the toilet while loudly singing,
and patting your dog,
and listening to the talking squirrel,
give you the numbers,
and hugging it when you found out you won fifty thousand quazillion googilion,
in leprechaun gold and scooters.
(i don't know why scooters either. it just caught my eye cuz it was under examples under 'labels for this post')
and then i realise something
all important,
and
that
is
*drumrolls*
*drumrolls*
*drumrolls*
*drumrolls*
*drumrolls*
*drumrolls*
i tend to digress.
*audience boos*
what!
what were you expecting?!
that i am a millionaire cuz i just won the jackpot?
well i'm not telling you that!
oops.
nevermind.
three more minutes people!
for the sake of my poor fried jellybrain,
i shall sleep.
after the dawn.
where hopes and dreams renew themselves,
and more are born,
into this sad wonderful world.
but i digress.
just realized that this rant has been changing topics many times.
just like talking to a friend!
one more minute!
get your hands up in the air!
a
g
l
e
t
,
aglet!
twelve o'clock people!
kay then.
my moment has come and gone.
goodbye.
for evah.
kidding.
for the duration between now,
and the next time the fingers pick up the rhythm,
and resume their dance,
gracefully flowing over the keys and letters,
creating another world.
but i digress.
again.
goodnight!
or should i say,
gooddawn!
the purple piggy oinked 8:48 AM
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cupcakes.
mini cakes in paper cups.
should be called papercupcakes,
but why instead cupcakes?
because we as humans,
hate long syllables,
cutting of words as we see fit,
yet blatantly ignoring the important contribution of
trees, bark, machine, labour, and,
paper.
the purple piggy oinked 8:46 AM
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hot.
sweaty sweaty sweaty.
drop by drop by drop
trickling down slowly and fastly,
gahgahgah.
hot.
the purple piggy oinked 8:40 AM
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i am who i am.
cheesy, non?
thus, ladees and gentleeman,
i present to you,
muah own take!
me am who me am.
(like, duh.)
the purple piggy oinked 8:39 AM
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your batteries are running low.
oh. use the backup.
you don't have a backup battery.
oh. use alternative power.
there is no alternative power. face it. you are going to die.
maybe. but who says i'm not going down without a fight?
me.
cept for you.
uh...
hah! gotcha!
i honestly think i have heatstroke. the poor wobbly jellies up there are fried.
f.r.i.e.d. and b.u.r.n.t.
the purple piggy oinked 8:33 AM
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tired smiley patootie bumbibazafalalala.
the wonders of words will never cease,
and (i really lurve this phrase now)
'the name is fleeting, but the internet is forever'
the purple piggy oinked 8:07 AM
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the world is thus,
yet you know it can be changed,
but oh so hard,
and oh so easy,
a great heavy burden that lightens or weightens,
thus is thus.
the purple piggy oinked 7:58 AM
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i do, because i can.
i do, because i must.
i do, because i have to.
i do, never because i want to.
the purple piggy oinked 7:53 AM
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who wants a vein map? i can see them all!!!
and why do i hate caps so much? dunno. is this a rhetorical question? maybe. then why am i answering it? no idea. why do i have no idea? ah, shadup.
dancing on the path littered with fragrant notes,
with a few foul-smelling words thrown in here and there,
the fingers dance over the keyboard,
rhythm and tempo,
happily,
merrily,
the drug that technically isn't a drug,
but actually something else,
but if i explain any further,
people reading this would,
scratch their heads and say
what in the world is this weirdo writing?
then i would laugh,
because i am a weirdo,
and i myself can't understand what i write,
hah! gotcha!
as if i don't know what i write about.
the meaning lies deep beneath,
interwoven closely,
intricate details carefully woven,
into the rich tapestry,
yet the facade is thick enough,
but if you look closely,
with a magnifying glass,
under a microscope,
with two pairs of glasses,
you might find a clue.
or maybe not.
or maybe yes.
or no.
or yes.
one will never know eh?
then again,
this ranting could continue on and on,
and on and on and on and on,
but then i would recieve hate mail.
not that i even recieve fan mail.
but that is not the problem here.
then what is?
i have absolutely no idea.
but this is totally fun.
yay me!
okay.
i feel so bored.
and deprived of happiness.
then i just remember who laughed so hard she couldn't even stand,
all the way to bluetea and back,
and nearly had to sit down while waiting for the lift,
and am tempted to laugh myself at myself.
why am i writing all this?
i blame this on the purreety italics,
and high school never ends.
nice combination,
don't you think?
well then,
should i continue?
think i hear the tortured people yelling,
just shadup already,
you bumbling idiot,
imbecile of the highest level,
you poopywreck!
i just love the last insult.
okay then.
shall defy those people.
blab blab blabby blab.
la la lally la.
zwip mwip dwip swip jwip kwip
zwop mwop dwop swop jwop kwop
and then the language police swoop down,
ready with their tight handcuffs and straitjackets,
and i meet them at the door,
invite them in for a glass of ice-cold milo,
and quote phineas,
the name is fleeting,
and then to quote ferb,
but the internet is forever.
the purple piggy oinked 7:19 AM
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one who dictates all is not the dictator, but the controller.
one who cooks is not a cooker, but a chef.
one who writes is not a writer, but a creator.
one who sings is not a singer, but an uplifter.
one who chooses is not a chooser, but one who knows one's right as a consumer.
the purple piggy oinked 7:17 AM
| Sunday, May 17, 2009
my bad. forgot to solve the speed of darkness. so, here's it!
let x be speed of light + speed of darklet speed of dark be ysince speed of light is 3.0 x 10^8 ms-1,y= x-(3.0 x 10^8 ms-1)
x=y+x-y
x-x=y-y
Thus, this proves that the speed of darkness(y) does not exist.
thus making me the first person I know to prove that there is no speed of darkness. with calculations and everything. HAH! please excuse that random shout just in front of this sentence. i'm hungry and i don't think straight when i'm hungry.
the purple piggy oinked 2:07 AM
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when all else fails, continue trudging through mud, snow, gales, tornados,
for at the end,
you still ain't getting anything.
the purple piggy oinked 2:04 AM
