Pink Plastic Pearls

are metamorphosing into something else

Thursday, December 01, 2005

36th Hour

A peek into what's on in my pearl right now:

*Insert moment of inspiration speech here*

*Insert attempt at story, wit, or any thing blogworthy here*

*Insert picture to compensate for above attempt's miserable failure*

*Delete post before accidentally pressing publish button and exposing how pathetic you really are*

*sigh*

Echoes is stuck in my head. Not a bad thing, say I. Still dealing with inertia.

So my love Kria says you haven't blogged in a while *uh oh... this is turning into that speech*

Several times below a time died a girl not called uhsnahdus awesak.

I miss school. I feel stupider than ever. This is not my freaking diary.

What if your brain...

So that's the juice! My Winamp icon suddenly pops out of my monitor and animately screams at me:
"What the hell is wrong with you, you monotonous shit listening lowlife? Can you PUHLEEZ get over Floyd already? you've been playing him (sic) for days on end and all that twisted crap is making me sick - I feel like i'm flying through a pool of livid yoctoqwizms that gnaw away at any hanging plugins they can get their filthy wammoks on!..."

Yoctoqwizm: A very very very small Qwizm. So small, in fact, that even if you were flying through a pool of livid yoctoqwizms, their size (or lack of it) makes them so incredibly useless at the art of gnawing away at anything bigger than an electron that you would escape almost untouched. It's sort of the feeling a comb has after you've brushed your hair with it. Word of caution: Stay away from bits of paper.

yotta

Y

1024

zetta

Z

1021

exa

E

1018

peta

P

1015

tera

T

1012

giga

G

109

mega

M

106

kilo

k

103

hecto

h

102

deka

da

101

deci

d

10-1

centi

c

10-2

milli

m

10-3

micro

mu

10-6

nano

n

10-9

pico

p

10-12

femto

f

10-15

atto

a

10-18

zepto

z

10-21

yocto

y

10-24


Go figure. I was smart enough to do it.

I'm still googling wammok, though. Somehow I feel Winamp is making it all up, and deserves to be shot.

So I did. And now I'm typing blind. add o that the fact that my roomlight doesn't work (could it be the yoctoqwizmsz again? ), i can't even see the keys hat i'm pressing...

how the hell iam i going to find the publish bitton in this darkeness?

earlier...

was continuing to surprise self on how the mere prospect of a mere beer gets me drunk. shortly after was singing shineonyoucrazy (as i once heard thom say) loudly in bathroom much to chagrin of fellow bathers

Maamuh REMs peacefully. Tomorrow's a long day.

Okay, time to steal ideas -

My old poetry:

To Life

The expanse...
Three dots are far too little to describe this Unexplored.
My land till the horizon, dimly lit by the twilight.
Yet, I'm sure,
Through my travels I would've seen every bud flower -
Left no stone unturned,
Trod every path,
Sniffed every whiff of sweet lime from my playground,
Tasted even every pine that grows on the hills, every souring fruit in the valleys below.
Felt breezes and gales, mists and heat robbed off the desert.
Feeling, a sensual experience, but...
But, being fortunate as I might,
Would I have lived? Truly lived?
Delved deep into Nature's secret -
And coaxed its extraction for my own knowledge?
Would I have evolved, or would life still be meaning-
less, like air?
For this is my fear - to dig wells and never strike water.
And this is my fear,
For soon this twilight shall fade.


Hee hee... Kria will kill me for this

Hello

Hi!

Did you shave today?

What?

I asked, did you shave today?

N-no... but why do you ask?

I see. What's in your wallet?

Er...Money?

Just money, eh?

Yeeah... and a photograph... and couple of old bills and a few visiting cards and an ATM card and my driver's licence an-

How about in your head? What's in there?

My pink plastic pearl, of course! Everybody has one.

I don't.

*increduously* You don't???

Nope.

I don't believe it.

Mine's grey.

Oh really? And what proof have you got of that?

I'm omniscient.

(Cacophony! Things come crashing down as a certain lady in the outskirts of JNU smells the stench of badly plagurised ideas)

What rot! Come now, you don't REALLY expect me to believe that.

I do.

Oh... okay, then...

You should go to sleep.

Ya I should... why did you ask me if I had shaved today?

I wanted to know.

Oh. A wise guy, huh? And I suppose you also wanted to know what's in my wallet, right?

Why else would I ask.

How insightful.

*doubletake* What is?

The contents of aforementioned wallet.

Oh really... care to share these 'insights' of yours, my friend?

Nope.

*groans* You sick bastard.

You lousy scumbag piece of shit.

Stop fucking with my head.

I wouldn't if you'd just go to SLEEP already.

I can't now. It's already past 6am.

Ooh oh, right... you can't sleep if it's past six am...

Tell me... is it past six am at nine pm?

Er... ya, i suppose it is...

What about at midnight?

Well, yes maybe midnight is still after 6am...

Okay... now, do you think that 6am is after midnight?

Yes i can see what you're trying to do, you fiend! but i won't let you win, hardy har har

Fine, don't. I got what I wanted. Good food and a beer.

AND the knowledge of the contents of my wallet.

Of course. How forgetful of me.