[Sunday, May 23, 2004]
I realise I overuse the ^_^ face...with my usage it sometimes means too many different things and is hardly a reflection of my mood, thoughts, or even actual facial expression in front of the screen. A suitably...ambiguous...emoticon. ^_^
[posted by Deepblue at 12:15 AM]
Many ages ago, a horse (Horse for simplicity's sake) lived in a bucolic meadow where a swift river skirted its eastern edge, with nary a care in the world beyond a full stomach, freedom to run, and a fine vista of stars to admire every other night. One sunrise, while it drunk from the river's edge, to its surprise and the muttering of an elf lord from across the river, a freak flash flood (in which the wavefronts looked strangely like elves astride phantom horses) swept it from its feet into the dark, churning water, carrying it beyond return into distant lands. Horse awoke to find itself lying on the banks of a strange, unfamiliar pasture, with the evening sun silhouetting the lush grass in shades of gold and yellow. Looking around in wonder as it shakily got to its feet, Horse felt a rumbling deep in its stomach. Glancing down at the verdant grass hungrily, Horse thought deeply (as far as the equine ampulla of Vater) for a moment. To eat, or not to eat, that is the question...without a doubt, this was not its pasture. What would the grass taste like...would it taste the same? Should it start eating? What if the pasture belonged to some other horse? What if it started eating and could never return to its old meadow, if it were possible? Horse stood frozen in the rapidly waning light, wracked by indecision.
Went swimming w C today - my first exercise in a long time. It feels good to exercise...which makes me realise I'm a lazy guy considering the pool/gym is just downstairs... ^_^" But it's even better to just spend time with old friends and talk...u can talk abt anything w/o worrying u'll say the wrong thing, u have more to talk abt; u dun even have to talk to feel comfortable. Much of what we talked abt can be reduced essentially to the above story anyway, as unrelated as diff things are... Played DND: Shadows over Mystara with him after that at home...shiok ah. Reminds me of old days in class/tech labs/lib in TCHS, in the HC library, at ZY's house, etc... Tho I missed a chance to do sth tt I felt needed to be done. By the time I get another opportunity it might (ah probably will) be too late. Hope things will still be fine, even so...ah well no sense kicking myself over might have beens. =) Done's done. Ahaha then why do I still feel a sense of regret? Wonder which choice tt could be reflected as...having started eating, or trying to find a way back to the old pasture. Hmm ^_^ Heck...
Btw this story is wholly unrelated to the previous one (still no inspiration) which is wholly unrelated to anything...was just many disparate events/pple written together :P But yah if anything, could say Pandaren was in a way me...my GB nick's Pandaren, my fav WC hero is the Pandaren Brewmaster, and I think pandas are cute and unique looking bears anyway ^_^
[posted by Deepblue at 12:06 AM]
[Friday, May 07, 2004]
Hello...heh I'm here to talk crap ^_^ I have the urge to blog crap now that SSM is over, but not to update the blogskin or even the left column, so if u dun want to read crap then...well it's too late to leave, since u've been reading crap if u've read this far already =p
Ah anyway to cut (some of) the crap, let me tell a story...There once was a Panda named Pandaren living an idyllic and peaceful life on the isle of Nerad Nap. Pandas, u see, were not just your usual cute, furry, white and black endangered bears - they were...Pandas. Capable of, and enjoying, lobbing pebbles at each other through bamboo shoots, they frequently engaged in stylised, ritualistic games called "Gunbound matches" involving reducing each others' (or of the opposing team members) "HP" (a mystical meaningless value usually arbitrarily assigned as 1000) to zero, upon which they would receive "GP" and "GOLD" (2 more meaningless imaginary parameters given value by Pandas) to hoard assiduously.
Now Pandaren spent his days as a model citizen of Pandadom after passing the First Professional Panda Exams, honing his skills daily and striving to improve at the meaningless ritual of "Gunbound". But alas, these days were not to last long. Conscripted into the regimental PAF (Pandadom Armed Forces) to do his duty to the nation, Pandaren now spent his time under the auspices of the SSM (a mad bureau of researchers in the PAF) wandering aimlessly from tree to tree lobbing pebbles at shadows (where his training finally became of use) in an attempt to research how many mosquitoes could be brought down in an average pebble shot. As part of this research, he was forced to consume anti-malarial pills to see if it would make his fur turn pink, and forwent the beloved long-held tradition of daily "Gunbound" rituals and harmonica cleaning.
Now you'd think Pandaren was resigned to shooting mosquitoes for the rest of his Panda life...but as luck would have it, a chance encounter one day changed his fate...
One fine day, (duh) trudging down the forest path on all fours as usual, Pandaren let his mind wander, and without noticing soon found himself lost in the tangled undergrowth. Unperturbed, he plodded steadily forth, eating his way through the foliage despite non-bamboo flora not really being his taste. As he slowly made his way forward deeper into the forest, a sudden sharp, prickly sensation shot up his leg. Lifting up his leg, he saw - to his surprise - a porcupine embedded in his tender paw. Yowling in pain, he glared at the hapless porcupine rudely awoken from its slumber. "What are you doing lying in the middle of the path?" he asked. "Huh? I dunno I really dun know...." replied the porcupine, still hazy with sleep. "Grrr...I thought no porcupines were allowed in this encampment?" said Pandaren, shifting from one foot to the other to accomodate the large, spiky porcupine currently hanging from his paw. So saying, he set the porcupine down carefully, and exclaimed "Well, since I'm injured, help me find a way out of this encampment so I can go home!"
Blinking, the porcupine retorted with a snort. "Something tells me I should charge you $270 for disturbing my sweet dreams...but since I'm a kind soul, let's forget about it. Follow me!" Turning sharply, the porcupine trundled off into the undergrowth with nary a rustle, forcing Pandaren to hurry after it. Lost in the forest, the porcupine and Panda wandered for hours before bursting through the last of the undergrowth to emerge in a vast field of brown rice, golden-brown stalks rippling in the warm breeze as far as the eye could see in all directions.
To be continued... (my way of saving my face cos I dunno how to continue this nonsensical story =p)
[posted by Deepblue at 11:24 PM]
[Saturday, May 01, 2004]
Wah so long since I blogged that I dun even know how to start/write properly already. Been thru 3 attempted starts then I decided tt admitting lack of knowledge on how to blog's the best way to blog. Ah, since I can't think of a proper way to start and I'm supposed to go meet the 4Oceans now I'll just stop here first and try to think of how to blog during dinner... :p To Be Continued.
Most ridiculous blog entry I've ever written ^_^"
P.S. For a moment I forgot my blogger username... o_O
[posted by Deepblue at 7:02 PM]