THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Thursday, June 22, 2006

ekla chalo

'twas then the time to make amends
and work on terms of endearment,
but you lived on an enchanted dream,
bothered not of love forlorn.

now is my time to walk alone,
show me not your compassion;
in my head a requiem drones,
as i tread my path to perdition.

... ... ...

Future beckons. It does. Every single day, I'm bombarded with emails from the future. Here's proof ^ ^

Look at the date on the far right. The emails are all written in UULFAC. UULFAC stands for Unified Universal Language of Funny Alphanumeric Characters. Apparently, the language will be invented by ME two years from now (June 21, 2008). The omnipotent language will be invented so as to enable people, computers, zombies, gizmos and altoids to speak the same language. Yes, citrus altoids and tangerine sours will also speak the same language. Anywho, according to the emails, i am no longer alive in 2038. The world happens to be in dire straits and help is needed from the most fertile brains that have ever existed, and hence the deluge of emails. So fellas, I'll be gone a while. I'm off to the future and when i'm back, i shall have a lot more answers and a lot more to write about. Mr. Bombastic is on fire, isn't he ? ;) So long then. Behave.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

fine wine takes time...

I've been wanting to write for a while now... It's not that i have nothing to write (or for that matter set right) nor do i have a revelation to make, but there is too much of the gloom-n-doom flu going around and i feel like my own mood partakes and exudes such negative vibe that i'd be better off sparing my readers worldwide... Not really, but that is as much as an excuse i could concoct without having to malign anonymous google searchers who find their way here.

Speaking of cussing, i've been honing my skills... I watched "Yo Momma" over the weekend. Y'know the show where the contestants are rewarded for churning out slanderous filth. The winner came up with a masterpiece; "Yo Momma is so fat, Jesus can't lift her soul". I think it's witty, hilarious and it's got the zing...

Anywho, on a totally unrelated note, this blog completes 1 year of existence. Though it's used a face lift or two and has been re-christened from the original "Neurotic Rumble" to "Yakety-Yak" to the current "Moon's Croon" (which i think i will keep for life), it has survived the test of time... And if a priori behavioral analysis bears any guesstimative capabilities, then it means that barring any jinx or untoward incidents, posts here will continue to rattle middle earth like a semi-dormant-semi-active volcano.

Wishing y'all peace and prosperity.

PS: I'm also close to the 100 post count.. COOL.