well, it is apparent that blogger is not chinese-compatible. just as well tho.

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gecko eggs

5 little gecko eggs sitting on the wall
5 little gecko eggs sitting on the wall
if one little gecko egg should accidentally fall (which it did :()
4 little gecko eggs sitting in the box

hope to see them hatch! :)

blogger delight!

as much as i hate to admit it, i am utterly smitten by the new blogger layout. call it narcississtic pleasures, but to see your blogging history lovingly laid out before you is an absolute delight :)

the resident inside the apartment of my cranium sends out constant (and slightly fanatic) reminds that the class chemistry test is due tomorrow. alas, it falls on deaf ears (despite the close approximity) and i am delightedly tapping in yet another blogger entry (the 811st, to be exact).

i have forgotten how this blog came to be about, but i am certain it has something to do with good ol frenchtoast, who happens to have gone mad. it was way back in 2002, where the sun did not shine with such ferocity and heat waves only in its infancy. life too, was much simpler as i thrived on the cellulite-enhancing force of the radiation and treated myself to the almost-orgasmic pleasures of the now-defunct pulsating rhythmn of the 56k modem. such was life in palindrome 2002.

its summer!

and the blog will take on a coat of new colors . soon. :) meanwhile, ravel in the swirl of purple!

bits and pieces, everywhere

just a few quotes that i feel are worthy of blogspace:

from Arthur Hugh Clough's satirical Second Decalogue:
Thou shalt not kill; but need not strive
Officiously to keep alive

and from William Blake (old one, this):

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

By Ernest Dowson:

I called for madder music and for stronger wine.
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire
There falls thy shadow, Cynara, the night is thine.
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yeah, hungry for the lips of my desire.
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion.

exploring non-fiction

Currently reading:

1) when the feast is finished - brian aidiss
2) nietzsche - ronald hayman (very interesting povs)
3) flesh of my flesh - gregory e. pence

i seem to be overwhelmed by non-fiction, but enjoying it nevertheless. and nietzsche, i think i want to get to know him better.