Tour of City of Auch

*Music*

Coming up next on our guided tour is the one and only City of Auch!

But first of all, you must meet our special guests of this fabulous city!



Starting from the left, he's the only one who can be hot and cool and yet electrifying all at the same time! Yes, he's the Elementalist, Chiffon Cakess.

Next in the centre, is the studious looking Fighter, BlackForest Cakess, who evidently need a change of his ahem, thinking cap.

Now on the right is the fabulous looking and absolutely yummilicious Scout, Tiramisu Cakess.

Don't you wish you've got them in the palm of your hand? I totally wish I doooo!!!!

*Pssst, get on with the guided tour!!! Stop rattling off on the boysssss*

Ooh, what's tat? Oh yes, I do apologise for the lack of decorum on my parts.

Well yes, on with the program.

City of Auch, the only place where you have access to... ...

*That's all the time we've got on Tour of Sans Souci, Places where You'll Forget ALL Your Sorrows" Stay tuned for our next episode where you'll wish you were right here with us*

Hey? The program is over? I've not even started on introducing Auch yet! Hey you!

Granado Espada

There's this new online game tat I'm playing, it's called Granado Espada or GE for short.

Check this out!



I LOVE this game! Playing soooo much that I'm having pimples popping up on my forehead due to all the late nights =_="

More from GE coming up soon!

Poems (and Depressive Analysis)

Let me read some poetry from my fav poet :p

At the first turning of the second stair
I turned and saw below
The same shape twisted on the banister
Under the vapour in the fetid air
Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears
The deceitful face of hope and of despair.

At the second turning of the second stair
I left them twisting, turning below;
There were no more faces and the stair was dark,
Damp, jagged, like an old man's mouth drivelling, beyond repair,
Or the toothed gullet of an aged shark.


Ash -Wednesday, No. III, by T.S. Eliot

The lamp said,
'Four o'clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.'

The last twist of the knife.

- Rhapsody on a Windy Night, by T.S. Eliot

For the last poem, I LOVE the contrast between preparing for life and the last twist of the knife. It's life versus death.

The statement 'the last twist of the knife' seems to imply that there were a few other twists of the knife previously. It also immediately summons to mind a person being stabbed by someone else. Although one may have been stabbed in the gut by another, one can never anticipate the coming of the last twist of the knife that will ultimately end one's life.

Death is contrasted with life. Life on the other hand is paired with sleep. The implication seems to be that sleep brings life. Well, I totally agree with this since I LOVE to sleep as well. Muahahahahaaha.

Enough of depressive poetry for one night.

She's Born!!!

Fine, after what seems like forever, I'm officially writing that Ps Lawrence and Dns Chomel's daughter, Darlene, has been born!

Well, she's born like a long time ago, just tat i didn't update this blog that's all.

Buahahaahahaha.

Peace out.