ERBUS!!!

lol... look what i found..

Abort, Retry, Ignore?
by Anonymous Works

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Currently Watching Infernal Affairs (Wu jian dao) see related

Wow... i actually finished work today... waking up to the wafting smell of honeyed lemons for lunch..mmm.... less than half a week til school = time to get cracking....

ugh.. lemme see...

• bio tb project... extra-credit bio assignment (dunno if i ought to finish it)...
• chem exam..
• math exam/postphoned test = potentially worth doing review....
• physics extra-credit...
• eng poem... dumb poem.. wrote poem... now needing picture...
• lots of compsci.... still need to do C++...
• ALL my sciall since september ...
• and finally.... moderns...fun, fun...

did four old acsl's today and another 4 yesterday... dont think much more will be finished before the break is over. so finally decided to sit down and find something more fun to do...

watched all three infernal affairs all over again.. so awesome. the script by far surpasses anything TVB puts on the market these days...which reminds me of the show they have running around midnight... or rather that i get to watching around midnight/2 split second or something like that ... such a total complete ripoff of infernal affairs.. cept of course, Tony Leung and Andy Lau are soooo much better at it than Patrick Tam and whoever the other guy TVB cast was...

another several hours til the sun goes down and i start working again.... damned... school is real boring these days.. should run down to robart's one of these days just as an excursion...

Currently Listening Happy Together By Leslie Cheung see related

So my grandmother decides to treat my sister and I to yum cha first thing yesterday morning...and I get into an argument in the car with my mom and am now effectively homeless !! Apparently I have until March to move out... so lots of stuff to pack.... ugh. Hopefully.. it'll all work out and she'll forget all about it by mid-January. Definitely a spice to wrap up a year of messed up schooling.

Regardless, I seem to have recovered a lot of my drive now, or perhaps that's just because I can't stand losing, and am now subsequently immersed in school work. My life has changed so much since camp this year.. for once even my room is now tidy, and my books in order.

Visiting my dad's yesterday morning, I found myself digging through stuff a lifetime away. Though it's only been one year since I've been home, I've definitely changed a lot. And finally, I understand what it is that Mr. Taylor had been trying to teach me all those years ago. Reading up an essay and poem I had written in response to the preface of the Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, he had written at the very bottom that I had a good grasp of the big issues in life, but I needed, with time, to develop a taste for the finer things. It seems so late to realize the simple truth, but at the time, I had no idea what he was talking about.

My legs are still tired from skating in bad skates and then standing at Nathan Philips for 5 hours, but it was all worth it. In five hours, I saw more of humanity than I could have ever possibly learned from books. I was at the very forefront of the crowd, having come that early and at first, the people were pretty decent. As the night went on, however, several people who were high on something ran up and started jumping up and down on the camera screaming..the cops pulled them out after a minute or two. Then a half hour after that, a bunch of people got into a fight and the cops had to break them apart and pulled several people out head first. There were other things, but certainly... humanity has this unlimited capacity to amaze more than anything else.

People say, one is more likely to accomplish one's goals if one commits them to paper. Seeing as how I'll never find a piece of paper once it's written on, I might as well write here:

1. Physical Fitness... I felt sooo outta shape after last night....
2. I want to go climb a glacier...
3. ..ahh...and that other family matter....

got up...started working on OpsOrder for Lt.Spear due tomorrow...ugh... "break"...

suffering from insane ADD today... have to really focus on sitting still... so whatever... here goes a half-hearted, twenty minute piece...

¡§There is no honour amongst thieves¡¨ ¡V Anonymous

Fast as a unicorn,

Wise as the Sages of Old,

Yet gentle as a dove,

Shining like mines of gold,

A flaming torch in the darkness,

A beacon in times of trouble,

Bound by honour and loyalty,

Forged by hell¡¦s rubble,

Together through time we fly,

Soaring ¡¥pon wings of destiny,

A journey without laws, limits nor boundaries,

Through the realms of earth to the riches of fantasy,

Pass dangerous rapids,

Currents and eddies,

Our brotherhood holds true,

Even at the heart of Hades,

In the heart of fear,

Tongues of flame twist and turn,

Binding together united we stand,

As the fires of loyalty slowly burn,

Old, together we grow,

Past horrors haunt us,

Past joys we share,

Without restrain we risk; together we trust,

Each is half, without the other,

Like a fleeting dark shadow,

Without its master, following faithfully

Be it with friend or foe,

Yet when sweet honey turns sour,

Quick money turned trouble,

I be proud, truly so, greatly honoured,

Just to be with one loyal and humble,

Loyal by my side, to stand strong,

Together, even against unfathomable odds,

To finish what we started,

In the same fashion, against the wrath of gods.

Instead, I was cast aside,

Like the sacrificial lamb at the altar,

Sacrificed for the greater good of the Brotherhood,

A brotherhood of which I¡¦m no longer a part.