Parting Words

I am like the little rice cracker shop. One that you get used to always seeing. But then one day you notice, the place that my little shop used to be at is under construction. And you think to yourself, 'eh? what was the shop that used to be here?' You took for granted it was there, but now you can't remember it. Eventually you too... You will eventually... forget me just like that, not be able to remember, so it's alright.

THIS POST IS FOR YOU NELLL

IM WATCHING YOU


Antidaephobia

Antidaephobia is the fear that somehow and somewhere, a duck is watching you.

Haha quit stalking people ._.

JH's GAY ABOUT ME

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by Manchester United, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. After school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal force demo. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Harry Potter, and David Copperfield in half a day. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA and FBI. While on vacation in Israel, I successfully negotiated with terrorists who had seized a small bakery.

The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid.Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

Who I Want to Meet:
I hate people. I am a petulant misanthropist and a maverick ruminator. I am hiply cynical and make supercilious, snide remarks. I am a sly hypocrite, a cunning scammer, a dauntless agnostic, a stalwart of skepticism, an acrimonious and resentful being. I am not bound by social constraints or euphemisms, I liberally enthuse my impressions of people, and I am not shackled or confined by daily ephemerals of public perception.I am antipathetical towards misologists, an advocate of misotheism, and I hate miso soup.

Glow of a Firefly

A long, long time ago. A memory from many summers ago. I held a tiny firefly in my childish hands. Looking as if it's almost about to dissapear, such a tiny fragile glow.

SHAWN JOHNSON WOOOOOOOO

Shawn Johnson and Michael Phelps


I am sure everyone has an olympic favorite, be it Michael Phelps ( monster of a swimmer) or Usain Bolt ( monster of a runner). But non of them are comparable to my Olympic favorite, Shawn Johnson. Talented, pretty, cute, you name it she has it. I'm sure one day she would be as popular as Michael Phelps, maybe winning 9 golds in the next Olympic meet. Till then I'll be rooting for her! GO GOGOGO SHAWN JOHNSON

Tyrannosaurus rex

It came on great oiled, resilient, striding legs. It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker's claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Each lower leg was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, sheathed over in a gleam of pebbled skin like the mail of a terrible warrior. Each thigh was a ton of meat, ivory, and steel mesh. And from the great breathing cage of the upper body those two delicate arms dangled out front, arms with hands which might pick up and examine men like toys, while the snake neck coiled. And the head itself, a ton of sculptured stone, lifted easily upon the sky. Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers. Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save hunger. It closed its mouth in a death grin. It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes, its taloned feet clawing damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight. It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons. It moved into a sunlit area warily, its beautifully reptile hands feeling the air.

The Greatest GIft

You had the greatest gift of all conferred upon you - the gift of life, of being a part of this world and taking a part in it. Yet you denied that gift.