THE TIME MAKER
The Craftsman: shou jian
Origins:
RafflesInstitution
ThreeK
TennisTeam
Pleasures: artistic ticks
Specifications:
Has a-thing-in-e-head that never stops ticking.
But it never creates the time to indulge in academically pleasing pleasures.
Instead it ticks out a bed of de-colourised fur (or some call it hair).
Cursed by the thing-in-e-head, it constantly produces ever-lasting, never-ending emotional life-timers.
Most of it may be recyclable timings - but only if one has a heart&brain like me. few do.
Some of it would be just bland, tasteless written talk. But only to those who share a heart&brain unlike any of mine.
So this is the timing of the ticking and tocking going on inside and only inside my life-brain.
Feel free to tell the time. But few do.
Monday, February 26, 2007
what a worrisom day this day must end in.
either i die from educational death from my own stupidity.
the worse being that a single big circle will be drawn in red
with the connection line going all the way to my superiors before i can say a thing
and then a black stain will be left
all because of this stupidity and stupid thing i did.
but all that won't matter if i die. no i'm serious
i can also die from intestinal bleeding.
Opened a can of drink (i swore i didn't see anything on the can before i opened)
Took a gulp.
Found a something in that gulp (i swear such canned coffee don't have solid coffee seeds in there)
Swallowed both the little thing and the coffee down.
Stuck in my throat for some time.
Realised that may be it could be a chip of the can.
Start coffing it out, to no avail.
Disappeared suddenly. Whether it came out or went in, i have no idea.
Actually realsie how serious it is and i may get intestinal bleeding and i may die (depending on how serious it is)
What stupidity.
what worries to tarnish this day.
i hate it.
i hate myself...
either i die from educational death from my own stupidity.
the worse being that a single big circle will be drawn in red
with the connection line going all the way to my superiors before i can say a thing
and then a black stain will be left
all because of this stupidity and stupid thing i did.
but all that won't matter if i die. no i'm serious
i can also die from intestinal bleeding.
Opened a can of drink (i swore i didn't see anything on the can before i opened)
Took a gulp.
Found a something in that gulp (i swear such canned coffee don't have solid coffee seeds in there)
Swallowed both the little thing and the coffee down.
Stuck in my throat for some time.
Realised that may be it could be a chip of the can.
Start coffing it out, to no avail.
Disappeared suddenly. Whether it came out or went in, i have no idea.
Actually realsie how serious it is and i may get intestinal bleeding and i may die (depending on how serious it is)
What stupidity.
what worries to tarnish this day.
i hate it.
i hate myself...
shoij 8:44:00 PM
YOUR TIME
The hands on my clock...
my hour hand
the class clock
the treekay clock
jarrelling
mooting moothy
shanziling
zhinx
ram a chandra
odours
wilting walter
YESTERDAY
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
INVENTORS
TIME YOUR LIFE
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Time Isn't Enough For Life.
But sometimes you don't want that time.