The Shit King Report

Name: Shit King, The. A.k.a. Ken, A.k.a. Shit Prince, The.
Sex: Male.
Age: Unknown.
Place of Origin: Asia, or the Tropics, or Asian Tropics.
Physical Attributes: Shapeshifter, but usually appears as a tall, fair, skinny, Chinese.
Other Attributes: Reportedly very "down to earth" despite illustrious career, odd-tempered.
Basic description: Ken, as he is better known as, controls your whims to shit. It is understood that he harvest the thoughts of wanting to shit. These thoughts are valuable for trading as they are usually very intense, focused and self absorbed. It is also understood that he harvests the shit eventually although it is unsure what he does with them.
His primary responsibilities are to maintain the shit balance of the world, i.e. the breaking down, the production of shit, and so on. He is a therefore a severely important figure, for the amount of shit in the world has to be delicately maintained. (Just imagine the dire consequences of his mismanagement.)
Important Affliations:
1) Time. The Shit King has a mysterious relationship with time (as all Secret Monster Kings/Queens do, but the Shit King's is regarded as very special). It is such that a legend exists amongs the secret kingdoms that the Shit King and Time have an ageless pact. This effect/pact is the reason why 1) Time crawls when one needs to shit but not yet have the suitable facilities. 2) Time feels both fast and slow, or neither fast nor slow, for the shitter when he shits. In other words, when one is shitting, he is much removed of the sense of time passing.
2) Panic Kingdom. Another notable affliation is that the Shit King is good friends with the Panic King. Some reports that they were once brothers, but the evidences are lost to time, so nobody knows for sure anymore. However, it is well understood that the Shit King and the Panic King are very close, and that probably accounts for why one feels like shitting when they panic.
3) Flies. Being very secretive creatures, it is relatively unknown still what they really do other than being spies, and occasionally instigating diarrhoea. (There is however, an interesting history regarding how Flies came to join the Shit King. Approval to publish is still pending.)
4) Birds. Birds are loyal subjects to the Shit King.
In case of meeting the Shit King:
1) You will probably want to shit.
2) Go shit.
Possible repercussions of pissing off the Shit King: Bowel discomfort of any of the many sorts.

sleep less

I like to sleep.
But I don't sleep early.
Instead, I stay up to arrange music files on my computer.
I like to sleep.
But I don't sleep early.
Instead, I stay up to see what people say (if they say) to me.
I like to sleep.
But I don't sleep early. I don't know why.

I like to sleep.
But I won't sleep early. I don't know why.

time is all I have. or not have at all.

I wait for something interesting to happen.
I sit here in front of the computer, waiting for something interesting.
if i sleep early i may miss it and have to wait another day.

If you don't have enough sleep for long enough
it feels drunk.

but nothing happens.
until i give up.
and sleep too late
to sleep enough.

one day i will sleep my fill
away
from anybody
so i don't have to wait
and i won't have to sleep early
because i can sleep all day one day
and nobody can find me

or one day
something interesting
will happen
or one day i will fall sick

this is not what i hoped for
i am living in a dream
everything will disappear and reappear

almost everything.

See me

It'll be something
to find one day
a caterpillar under your skin.

A caterpillar
that is green
and maybe with red spots.
Not too long
but not short enough.

It must have been eating on your flesh
or feeding on the blue blood from the blue vein while it was on its way back to your heart.

It'll be worse though
to find one day
a caterpillar cocoon under your skin.

It is just unimaginable where will it fly after metamorphosis...

My elephant parade 2005

Let's.

He said,
"Let us not be too direct...
Let us beat around the bush."

(Okay, Terence.)

想你 5

我很想你。。。
(你想我吗？)

What will happen on Christmas?

"What will happen on Christmas?" She asked, nobody in particular.

A good question.
A valid question.
An unsuspecting, honest, difficult question.

I try to answer, but I only ended up asking if it matters what happened on Christmas.
I remember.

Still, I cannot know what will happen on Christmas.

So, I guess, I shall wonder along with her.

(for Pris. Happy Christmas to you.)

Then I blog.

Today I did a lot of work.
Then I went to visit my friends.
Then I went driving around and got lost.
But then I found my way, eventually, like always.
Then I had dinner.
With more of my friends.
Then some went to watch movie.
Then we had nothing to do (eventually, like always).
So we did nothing.
Then I drove around.
Then we did a bit more of nothing.
Then I came home.
Then I blog.