Innocent I was. Yet out of the bluddy machine Plop, plop, plop Came a soya bean.
YA CAN'T BLAME ME FOR BEING SO FRIGGIN PISSED MAN. I MEAN. WHEN THE PICTURE SHOWS YOU A BEAUTIFUL JUICY LYCHEE IT MEANS THAT LYCHEE'S GONNA COME OUT WHEN YOU PUSH THE BUTTON RIGHT?
RIGHT.
Anyone'd expect that. So it really didn't make sense When SOYA BEAN came out instead! WHY IS THAT BLUDDY MACHINE SO DENSE.
When people press the lychee button you give them soya bean of ALL REVOLTING DRINKS! UGH. The ENTIRE lychee row was like FILLED with SOYA BEAN PACKETS.
And the PEOPLE who filled it with soya bean! NOT FUNNY. What if a person's dying of lychee starvation and soya bean comes out? IT CAN KILL. T.T
Today I gave away a total of three soya bean drinks.
Spent a total of $2 trying to get 2 lychee drinks (which, thankfully, I DID get in the end.)
Fate of #1 soya bean: Gave to Aggie and told her to find someone who <3 soya bean.
Fate of #2 soya bean: Stuffed down Gayle's throat.
Fate of #3 soya bean: Hopefully slurped up by Gayle's sis, who hopefully didn't throw it away.
See I found all of them good homes. Instead of dumping them in the dustbin where they belong for such a HENIOUS CRIME as IMPERSONATING LYCHEE.
ARGH.
- the Darkening Dawn
thisisourlastdance.
{12:44 AM}
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Perfect Girl
Her complexion was fair and smooth, But that was because her face was never wrinkled by laughter. She got the tie because she could always remain calm and composed But that was because she was never excited by anything. During worship, she was the only one singing But that was because she was the only one who hadn’t broken down in tears. Her smile was like the shining sun But it only made her seem as distant as the star was from the Earth. This girl, she never screamed or cried for anything But that was because she had everything. She had everything she wanted all the time But that was because she never shared or gave anything. She got good grades because she spent all her time studying But that was only because she didn’t want to play with anyone. Her voice was beautiful for singing But that was because she never used it to cry with someone else. She carried all her burdens with ease But that was because she never lent a hand to carry someone else’s. In the race, she was the champion But that was because she didn’t stop to help the person who fell down.
She is like pure, unblemished marble Cold and hard.
- the Darkening Dawn
thisisourlastdance.
{4:16 AM}
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Goodday to all Revered Patrons of the Darkening Dawn's humble cyberspace rendevous. The Darkening Dawn once again begs her Patrons' much-desired pardon, as she will not write another poem, but rather fill this space with a pile of English words that will probably make no sense whatsoever. (She cannot write another poem reason being she has no strong feelings about anything at the present moment, seeing as how she has finally pulled herself momentarily out of the Pit for a breather, and the burden of homework has fallen off her back temporarily.)
*switch*
I AM SUCH A GENIUS MAN!!! I FINALLY MANAGED TO UPLOAD THAT STUPID PICTURE FROM PHOTOBUCKET TO CREATE MY FIRST SKIN!!! 'course the template was borrowed from angel_of_memory, BUT STIL! EVERYTHING BUT THE... the boxy blogging thing... IS MINE!!! *muahahahaha* ^^ Can't help it man. So prouda myself. Take a look! http://www.cool-catastrophe.blogspot.com. And someone could ya advise me on how to change the boxy blogging thing so the skin will be ENTIRELY mine? So I can put it up on blogskin.com, if you catch my drift.
And I DID write a poem there. A short one. But one nonetheless, and if that's what you're looking for... Well. You know where to go. ^^
*switch*
Ever,
the Darkening Dawn
thisisourlastdance.
{8:40 PM}
Friday, May 05, 2006
Matters of Inconsequence
I do say, my Revered Patrons... I have encountered a considerably disturbing problem in my analysis of my friendz4eva characters, whom incidentally have lain low for quite some time now. Friendz4eva are people, they live together in a community (interacting and doing various activites, etc, etc), they have agriculture and pirates and enemies who live in Distant Lands and threaten to ravage the peace of the Land of Friendship. Thus they are living things like any other.
HOWEVER. There is a criteria to be alive...
Ya gotta know how to REPRODUCE.
And thus the problem presents itself. How can friendz4eva characters reproduce? The eggs cannot get pregnant. They are already round enough as it is. (Take a moment to visualize this: A circle with another protruding circle at the side. Ugh. Like yeast budding.) They cannot crack in half and let the newborn egg climb out. It is biologically impossible and would also ruin the atmosphere of this blissful land, if everytime a child were to be born the parents had to die.
...
How?
- the Darkening Dawn
thisisourlastdance.
{8:28 PM}
Friday, April 28, 2006
I'M SO SAD UNBREAK MY HEART
Don't leave me here in the lurch Stuck on the com doing my research Come back and bring back my smile Come and feed me laughing gas I need your brains to help me now The nights are so unkind Bring back those times when I could grin sincere
1-Un-break my heart Say you won't go NJ Un-do this hurt you caused When you walked out MG And walked outta my life Un-cry these tears My pillow's all soggy Un-break my heart, my heart
What to do now when projects are due? What to do when deadlines aren't few Equation won't cooperate It's such a dumb programme But still I can Get through the night If only you're online And school is so cruel without you here beside me (repeat 1)
Ohh, oh Don't leave me here in the lurch Stuck on the com doing my research Bring back the times when we were all 'ping you' (repeat 1)
Un-break my Un-break my heart, oh baby Come back and say you won't go NJ Un-break my heart Sweet darlin' Without you I just can't go on Can't go on
- the Darkening Dawn, dissolving in a pile of salt
thisisourlastdance.
{6:25 AM}
Monday, April 24, 2006
This is what my Valentine said to me:
O my Beloved Is that your single desire in life? You call me ceaselessly. But I tell you, dear one You have more strength than that And another supporter other than I Who loves you.
Beloved, Stand firm and know that your enemy Is not the day, but the night. The night entices you beyond your senses You cannot help but love it.
Beloved, I myself am a slave A slave to the adrk. I can only restore those who are cautious of it You, my Beloved, You are entranced by its allurements.
Because, Beloved He loves you, and He will keep you awake. You need not be a chain-bound being You can be free. You have the strength to go on.
Beloved, do not love me anymore I will only lead you to lakes of tears And oceans of salt water.
- the Shadow Valentine
thisisourlastdance.
{7:36 AM}
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
And he was called the General-Commandant, and no position preceded his, because he ruled from the Tower where no stair could reach.
He was a great healer in his day. Then time decayed his goodwill, so his mind was ever bent on destruction.
This is what the General-Commandant says on the subject of surgery:
Surgery is an intricate art, which, when performed with an attitude of reverence and a determined hand, will allow the surgeon one the greatest bloody spectacles hidden away from everyday sight. The surgeon may uncover the great cavity in a masterpiece's stomach, where his repulsive, meagre vittles go to be churned away. He can reach in to untangle that huge ball of entwining tubes in the abdomen. He has access to any part of this scarlet world and view its gruesome wonders.
Leave the heart for the last, always. At the end of a day of frenzied struggle in a maddening world, take your sharpest dagger and cut cleanly across the masterpiece's chest, breaking the taut vessel of red liquid leading from the red fist of life. Bathe in the shower of blood pumping out from that fist. It is the fountain of life; cherish it and waste not. Let the warm essence of the body wash over your own wearied form.
Renew yourself.
On another grey day, amuse yourself with a few playful games with a knife whose point is sharpened to the point of invisibilitiy. An incision quick and clean, vertically across the heart. If your instrument is of the correct make, bones will prove to be as negligible as the dust that settles upon your finger; you flick it away with the slightest movement and it no longer exists as a nuisance to yourself. In the same way, your knife will move through the bones like your hand moving through the air.
Swiftness of hand is of essence in this singel cut. Else the flow of blood will be broken.
Watch as your trophy goes about his poor mundane routine, his heart beating as on any ordinary day. Then observe as he sees his admiration, and the pace of the red fist of life increases in speed.
Any vertical movement will induce the action of the heart.
It shifts...
One half moves downward, the other jolted upward. All vessels meet with a solid wall of flesh, and literally, life is cut off at the most crucial point in the masterpiece.
Laugh. Enjoy it.
Excruciating pain.
Ha, ha, ha.
And thus her heart was shifted, falling into place.
Rivulets of scarlet fluid running down my neck. Basking in that living waterfall Gushing out from your contrite heart. The warm flow of your blood, your life It pelts me with unceasing love. I cherish your heart, dear one It has finally shifted, Falling into place.
I came to you with the sole purpose of repair Came to you and your knives. You laid me upon your table of cold marble And cut me apart. My heart was in two at the mercy of your blade I didn't want to belong to you But you have taken my blood, my life, my heart It has finally shifted, Falling into place.
She saw the pain he'd been going through Pain from the separation of his own heart. The cut that had so cleanly halved him The deadly sharp swords of love Had sliced, stabbed, plunged into him So flowed their blood, their life His heart and hers in two. A healing half offered to each one. Their hearts have finally shifted, Falling into place.
