Fortissimo

It's 7.20 and I have finally completed my English RP.

[drop dead with a blissful smile]
[wake up]

Still got UGC RP. Can't even RIP... sad is my life.

Since I can't work through the night now, I had to resort to waking my ass up at 4.45 to do RP. Of course I was supposed to be off by 12, no questions asked. But I certainly had alot of questions about watching 大長今 non-stop up to 12.45am. I was tempted to fire back when they switched off for the night and then started KPing me. But ahh... if they slap you on the left cheek, they say, offer your right. And your butt too. And your balls as a bonus.

On Wednesday I was inspired to write a poem (about time, too), which I did on the train. But before that, I was on the train yesterday, coming home. When I woke up to find the doors open at Bugis. And I closed my eyes again. But I opened it again, and OMG there it was! The door to the piloting controls were wide open, and in the next second I was instantly wide awake. Apparently some lady was bleeding from the nose, and wounds on her cheek and forehead. Either she fell down real bad, or she got robbed and punched. I dunno, but anyway two SMRT officers accompanied her all the way to Tampines. I wanted to take a picture of the controls with my phone, but before I could dig it out the driver breezed past me and slammed the door.

Later I called my dad...

Dad: [sees Caller ID] Yar Renhao.
Me: [sleepy] I'm on my way back. I just woke up at Tanah Merah.
Dad: [silence]... And?
Me: Nothing la you told me to call you what
Dad: Oh I said to call my handphone so we would have come back together.
Me: Oh...
Dad: You just woke up at Tanah Merah.
Me: [sniff] Yeah.
Dad: Make sure your phone is still with you.
Me: ... ... What?
Dad: Make sure your phone - oh you're using it to call me... Make sure your wallet everything is with you.
Me: Yar yar it is.
Dad: Kk bye.

Fantasia on a Rainy Day

Step out, wind embraces my body.
Warning of the perils
Ahead.

Down, down celestial levels,
Descending, resenting. (sounds like LP)

Door opens, I step out.
Cloak of warmth safely on.
Wind tries to freeze me,
Snarling, 'You cannot make it!'

Slippery path, watery journey
Carefully tread.
My boots leave a watery impression
Of power
Unparalleled.

Cloak billows, wind ruffles my really cool hair.
Bankai?

HAHA kidding ok ok serious now...

Cloak billows, wind assaults me again.
Hinderance tries to stop my in my tracks,
But it slips harmlessly through my hair
And collides instead with the trees.
Rain.

Power coursing through puddles of water
Elleptical ribs stretch out as far as their strength bids.
I continue, unhurt.
Unharmed.

Ryan read my poem, but apparently my handwriting is so neat that he interpreted it as such:

Stop at, and embraces my body.
Waning me of the perils.
Ahead.

Doum, doum celestial levels.
Descending.

Door opens, I step out.
Cloak of warmth safely on.
Writs tries to freeze me,
Smelling 'YOU CANNOT MAKE IT!'

Slippery path, watery journey
Carefully tread.
My butts leave a watery depression
Of power unparalleled.

He got no further, because I snatched the paper from his hands and told him to read it from my blog.