Sunday, February 05, 2006

Cool Weirdos

We play Magic: The Gathering stuff. And most people, the ladies actually, call us weird, a bunch of guys playing trading cards. I always try to explain (not defend) to them that this is not just a trading card game, and basically not for kids because it needs a lot of thinking and strategies. They would just usually shrug their shoulders off (Oh, why would I try to do the explaining thingy, its useless by the way for ladies). I remember one of my teammates told me that it's a nice way to find a girl who would try to understand you if you would explain to her this Magic thing. If you really could find one, don't let her go, because she surely would try to understand you if you're gonna try to explain yourself on going out with friends on Saturday night. Well, we found out that later that to find that particular type of a lady is not really that hard. (",)

Friday, February 03, 2006

The Road That I Soon Must Be Taking (a parody)

A parody may be a mockery, but in my case, it is a salutation. I have a great respect for Robert Frost and his writings. In his poem, he chooses to take the road less travelled. In my case, I am planning to take both road by moving each closer to each other so that I could land my feet on both at the same time. It may not be possible but it's just an optimistic act.

I dont take any claim from this poem. I am just expressing an experience I just had in a way using the poem, "The Road Not Taken" written by a master, Robert Frost.

The Road That I Soon Must Be Taking (a parody)

Two roads diverged in an unfamiliar wood,
And sorry I would try to travel both
And as a tough traveller, long I stood
To grab down each one nearer as I could
To where they bent in the undergrowth;

I'll took this, and the other with a lady fair,
And having both perhaps the better claim,
Because this was grassy for all I swear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had never worn them really and not the same,

And both soon one morning they'll equally lay
In leaves with my steps trod in black.
Oh, I kept them both for not another day!
Though not knowing how both will lead my way,
But I doubt if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with not a single sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a now familiar wood, and I--
I took both one more and one less traveled by,
And that has sure made all the difference

- pollenpen