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.
Friday, March 2, 2007
typical, hopeless fruitless day - with a tinge of craziness.
BURGER was bongkess.
early in the morning, when everyone was still suffering from the after effects of dazing or dozing,
someone had to stand up throw the chair, kick the chair
then jonny was blamed for the noise by zx. as usual.
then burger had a song dedication during recess which told him to cheer up, which he didn't.
and his bongkessness continued...
took my nicely done, prepared history essay, which i took nice pride in, and threw it on the floor.
in the process, dirtying it, crumpling it and defacing my fresh paper.
and so he continued with his so bad day...
JONNY on the other hand was just nuts, stroking people's moustache.
7m is quite far. its from here to...oops! his moustache. nothing new.
that was God's (capital "g" requested) way of telling him to convert people, which he attempted to.
in the end, he ended up arguing with thom over whether hitler (of all people), the mad jewish slayer, went to heaven. which i left half way to heat pork meat, not jews.
JRL on the other hand had bright ideas.
a dedication to our fav t'er.
perhaps shuddup. which do u like? the one by black-eyed, pea brain? seems to suit heshe's character.
nah. the one from 3 times "k" would suit best. personally hand-made, thought out lyrics.
thats sincierity.
SHOIJ took great interest in such folk tales. peppered the otherwise boring and irristable day with some humour and laughter.
worse was to thoughtlessly open the window to hand someone something (that i could not resist to give another time or day) and get sent out of the window because of it.
Well...i came back after a while. but it spoilt my mood.
Conversing on christian conversions was quite interesting.
though i'm still not inclined to strap myself to such believes.
the more interesting one was whether moustachey hitler visited heaven or condemed to hell.
apparently he just disappeared off the face of earth as he didn't call on Jesus (capital "j" requested).
found out some had biblical concepts all wrong.
the all awaited, unresistable, highlight of the day was socerring.
and what joy it brought me--boredome. just as well i cancelled training. water came falling to earth (from heaven?).
Then came the rain and lightning and thunder.
had the biggest lightning shocks in my rememberable life.
struck just less than a kilometre away. and the deafening sound of thunder was ear-piercing, heart-scarying.
it became my natural instincts to cap my ears after that when i saw flashes and flashes and flashes.
lucky i'm alive.
the rest of the day is bloated with homework and more homework. so i'm here and thats it.
BURGER was bongkess.
early in the morning, when everyone was still suffering from the after effects of dazing or dozing,
someone had to stand up throw the chair, kick the chair
then jonny was blamed for the noise by zx. as usual.
then burger had a song dedication during recess which told him to cheer up, which he didn't.
and his bongkessness continued...
took my nicely done, prepared history essay, which i took nice pride in, and threw it on the floor.
in the process, dirtying it, crumpling it and defacing my fresh paper.
and so he continued with his so bad day...
JONNY on the other hand was just nuts, stroking people's moustache.
7m is quite far. its from here to...oops! his moustache. nothing new.
that was God's (capital "g" requested) way of telling him to convert people, which he attempted to.
in the end, he ended up arguing with thom over whether hitler (of all people), the mad jewish slayer, went to heaven. which i left half way to heat pork meat, not jews.
JRL on the other hand had bright ideas.
a dedication to our fav t'er.
perhaps shuddup. which do u like? the one by black-eyed, pea brain? seems to suit heshe's character.
nah. the one from 3 times "k" would suit best. personally hand-made, thought out lyrics.
thats sincierity.
SHOIJ took great interest in such folk tales. peppered the otherwise boring and irristable day with some humour and laughter.
worse was to thoughtlessly open the window to hand someone something (that i could not resist to give another time or day) and get sent out of the window because of it.
Well...i came back after a while. but it spoilt my mood.
Conversing on christian conversions was quite interesting.
though i'm still not inclined to strap myself to such believes.
the more interesting one was whether moustachey hitler visited heaven or condemed to hell.
apparently he just disappeared off the face of earth as he didn't call on Jesus (capital "j" requested).
found out some had biblical concepts all wrong.
the all awaited, unresistable, highlight of the day was socerring.
and what joy it brought me--boredome. just as well i cancelled training. water came falling to earth (from heaven?).
Then came the rain and lightning and thunder.
had the biggest lightning shocks in my rememberable life.
struck just less than a kilometre away. and the deafening sound of thunder was ear-piercing, heart-scarying.
it became my natural instincts to cap my ears after that when i saw flashes and flashes and flashes.
lucky i'm alive.
the rest of the day is bloated with homework and more homework. so i'm here and thats it.
shoij 5:24:00 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
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