Ah, a chotto heavy day. Recently, I have not been getting enough sleep and execise. I was planning to go to the gym earlier, after work so I could sleep well, but tonight is server maintenance night. Althought I am not working directly with the system, when our website stops, we have to check if the sites work without problems after maintenance. So, I am here at work, maybe I have to go home after midnight by taxi.
I am hungry, but it is rainy night so I don't want to go out for something to eat. Instead, I will make a cup of instant Miso soup. There are more glamourous varities with dry vegi's like this one, but I have only a simple miso. I am a tired, sleepy woman with a cup of miso soup still at my job, at midnight, ha ha ha. Well, I will try to read one English haiku, where we say "kokode ikku" (stereotyped statement)
a cup of instant miso soup
a very small clam there and
a little bitter taste
Thank you.
AH! OK OK OK?? Is this OK? I am not sure of the English haiku rules.
rules are for people with no imagination. ;p
if you can write Haiku under such conditions you are indeed a master.
Sensei please, teach me. I am tabula rasa, I am as impressionable as a bowl of water, with approximately the same attention span. if you look into my eyes you'll only see your own reflection. so blank. if I were a check I could be worth millions. wasted potential. potentially worthless. I am the sound of one hand smacking a babies bottom. that first cry, before the one that's heard. I am the rock tossed into the well and the echo coming back to report. blank like all those test papers I turned in after staring out the windows at school. a broken promise. A pledge of loyalty to nothing. I am a smear on the bathroom mirror. teach me.
Posted by: robert | Friday, January 21, 2005 at 01:36 AM