Andrias Yose

      battered.bones and flesh crumpled.sharp pains.disoriented, felt neither like day no night.smoke and haze filled the mind, everything seemed like a blur.

      some six hours after.i dragged my feet out.walk.i’ve gotta keep walking.

 then it came.i sensed something.

      half unexpectedly i raised my head, and my eyes locked with a pair of eyes.it belonged to a young girl, maybe 15 or 16.she was wearing a white shirt, riding on a motorcycle, driven by a man whose face i couldn’t see.

      the eyes locked for a few seconds, then i looked down again on the pavement.

      then it hit me again.

      i raised my head yet another time.same eyes locked on mine.the gazes casted from the two pairs of eyes said it all."you seemed familiar to me."

 when it hit me the third time, i knew.

 it wasn’t my heart, nor was it my brain.it was something else.i knew this girl.we have met before.

 i knew her somewhere else.a different time.a different life.

      or…, maybe it was simply a déjà vu.

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Andrias Y.

October 1, 2006

"There is no good writing, only good rewriting." — Justice Brandeis

   

"Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted." — Jules Renard

 

"A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it to be God." — Sidney Sheldon 

 

"Easy reading is damned hard writing." — Anonymous

 

"The author must keep his mouth shut when his work starts to speak." — Friederich Nietzsche

 

"There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money either." — Robert Graves

 

"Writing is its own reward." — Henry Miller

 

"Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." — T. S. Eliot

 

"You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus." — Mark Twain

 

"Writing is thinking on paper." — William Zinsser

 

"Don’t worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you’ll have to ram them down people’s throats." — Howard Aiken

 

"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal." — T. S. Eliot

 

"Nighttime is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep." — Catherine O’Hara

 

"If you can’t annoy somebody, there’s little point in writing."   — Kingsley Amis

 

"I keep six honest serving men They taught me all I knew; Their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who." — Rudyard Kipling

 

"To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing." — Elbert Hubbard

 

"If you wait for inspiration, you’re not a writer, but a waiter." — Anonymous

Hackers: We’re explorers, not criminals

In the realm of the blind, the one-eyed man is king

When men talk sex to women, its sexual harassment but when women talk sex to men it’s $3.95 per minute

Be nice to your kids. They’ll choose your nursing home.

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder…

3 kinds of people: those who can count & those who can’t.

Why is "abbreviation" such a long word?

Don’t use a big word where a diminutive one will suffice.

..Every morning is the dawn of a new error…

A flying saucer results when a nudist spills his coffee.

For people who like peace and quiet: a phoneless cord.

I can see clearly now, the brain is gone…

The beatings will continue until morale improves.

I used up all my sick days, so I’m calling in dead.

Mental Floss prevents Moral Decay.

Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.

Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.

There cannot be a crisis today; my schedule is already full.

I’d explain it to you, but your brain would explode.

Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.

I don’t have a solution but I admire the problem.

Don’t be so open-minded your brains fall out.

If at first you DO succeed, try not to look astonished!

Diplomacy is the art of saying ‘Nice doggie!’… till you can find a rock.

Diplomacy - the art of letting someone have your way.

If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?

If things get any worse, I’ll have to ask you to stop helping me.

If I want your opinion, I’ll ask you to fill out the necessary forms.

Don’t look back, they might be gaining on you.

It’s not hard to meet expenses, they’re everywhere.

Help Wanted: Telepath. You know where to apply.

Look out for #1. Don’t step in #2 either.

Budget: A method for going broke methodically.

Car service: If it ain’t broke, we’ll break it.

Shin: A device for finding furniture in the dark.

Do witches run spell checkers?

Demons are a Ghouls best Friend.

Copywight 1994 Elmer Fudd. All wights wesewved.

Dain bramaged.

Department of Redundancy Department

Headline: Bear takes over Disneyland in Pooh D’Etat!

What has four legs and an arm? A happy pit bull.

Cannot find REALITY.SYS. Universe halted.

COFFEE.EXE Missing - Insert Cup and Press Any Key

Buy a Pentium 586/90 so you can reboot faster.

2 + 2 = 5 for extremely large values of 2.

Computers make very fast, very accurate mistakes.

Computers are not intelligent. They only think they are.

My software never has bugs. It just develops random features.

<——– The information went data way ——–

Best file compression around: "DEL *.*" = 100% compression

The Definition of an Upgrade: Take old bugs out, put new ones in.

BREAKFAST.COM Halted…Cereal Port Not Responding

The name is Baud……, James Baud.

BUFFERS=20 FILES=15 2nd down, 4th quarter, 5 yards to go!

Access denied–nah nah na nah nah!

C:\ Bad command or file name! Go stand in the corner.

Bad command. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaay..

Why doesn’t DOS ever say "EXCELLENT command or filename!"

As a computer, I find your faith in technology amusing.

Southern DOS: Y’all reckon? (Yep/Nope)

Backups? We don’ *NEED* no steenking backups.

E Pluribus Modem

.. File not found. Should I fake it? (Y/N)

Ethernet (n): something used to catch the etherbunny

A mainframe: The biggest PC peripheral available.

An error? Impossible! My modem is error correcting.

CONGRESS.SYS Corrupted: Re-boot Washington D.C (Y/n)?

Does fuzzy logic tickle?

A computer’s attention span is as long as it’s power cord.

11th commandment - Covet not thy neighbor’s Pentium.

24 hours in a day…24 beers in a case…coincidence?

Disinformation is not as good as datinformation.

Windows: Just another pane in the glass.

SENILE.COM found . . . Out Of Memory . . .

Who’s General Failure & why’s he reading my disk?

Ultimate office automation: networked coffee.

RAM disk is *not* an installation procedure.

Shell to DOS… Come in DOS, do you copy? Shell to DOS…

All computers wait at the same speed.

DEFINITION: Computer - A device designed to speed and automate errors.

Press — to continue …

Smash forehead on keyboard to continue…..

Enter any 11-digit prime number to continue…

ASCII stupid question, get a stupid ANSI!

E-mail returned to sender — insufficient voltage.

Help! I’m modeming… and I can’t hang up!!!

All wiyht. Rho sritched mg kegtops awound?

Error: Keyboard not attached. Press F1 to continue.

"640K ought to be enough for anybody." - Bill Gates, 1981

DOS Tip #17: Add DEVICE=FNGRCROS.SYS to CONFIG.SYS

Hidden DOS secret: add BUGS=OFF to your CONFIG.SYS

Press any key… no, no, no, NOT THAT ONE!

Press any key to continue or any other key to quit…

Excuse me for butting in, but I’m interrupt-driven.

Sped up my XT; ran it on 220v! Works greO?_~"

Error reading FAT record: Try the SKINNY one? (Y/N)

Read my chips: No new upgrades!

Hit any user to continue.

2400 Baud makes you want to get out and push!!

I hit the CTRL key but I’m still not in control!

Will the information superhighway have any rest stops?

Disk Full - Press F1 to belch.

Backup not found: (A)bort (R)etry (T)hrowup

Backup not found: (A)bort (R)etry (P)anic

(A)bort, (R)etry, (T)ake down entire network?

(A)bort, (R)etry, (G)et a beer?

If debugging is the process of removing bugs, then programming must be the process of putting them in.

Programmers don’t die, they just GOSUB without RETURN.

Programmer - A red-eyed, mumbling mammal capable of conversing with inanimate objects.

Real programmers don’t document. If it was hard to write, it should be hard to understand."

Sources vary: Angel of Deaths Script, Internet, etc.

     It was…, neither heaven, nor hell.
     Whether it was just my imagination, a flashback from a past life, a dream, a cross between my subconscious and conscious mind, or simply my hallucination, I…, do not know.
     The setting took place in this low income residential estate. The design reminded me of western Arizonian house.
     I do not remember what made me choose that place, but I remembered that I just moved in from somewhere.
     The room that was mine, had two large windows that are covered with a unique set of curtains. The room was relatively tidy when I moved in.
     A short while later I went out. A guy say something about tidying the place up, or searching for something; but, when I returned to my room, it was relatively disorganized.
     I do not know, but suddenly I got the urge to ‘fix’ the curtains. I pulled it up, and it made creaking noises. I pulled it down again, the same creaking noises. The curtains suddenly opened up like a reversed pair of umbrella. Unusual…
     Then out of nowhere, I could see a face, just a darkened shadow yelled something at me. Within a short second or so later, the figure was already standing outside of my windows. I can’t really remember, but there seemed to be two figures now. One just outside my window, the other standing across the fence.
     The figure standing by my window seemed rather agitated. He, or she, was gesticulating rather wildly and emotionally. Somehow, I got frightened and quickly sped out of the room by crossing over the bed that barred the way between me and the door. I remembered using two hands to hold my weight over the top of the bed, so as not to dirty the bed with my feet. I was wearing something on my feet.
     I ran out of the room, and ran out of the house. I didn’t stop until I crossed the road and stood there facing the house on the opposite direction.
     Not too long later, someone, don’t remember whether that someone is a male or female walked out of the house and approached me.
     Then that someone said something rather creepily. The figure that was standing outside of my window was a family member or was a high ranking military officer who used to be in a combat mission or something like that.
     I can’t remember what else that person said, but I just got the impression that the figure standing outside my window was a dangerous person that I shouldn’t trifle with.
     Then I woke up, feeling a little disoriented and uncomfortable.
     It was unusual.

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Andrias Y.

September 25, 2006

am i..

driven
past sanity
likely inching shamelessly
closer -
an obsession, ja?

aye, perchance
breachin’ on sucha gateway - lunacy?

‘n,
in m’uh waking eyes
          - dreaming sight,
whose image came to haunt?

’tis naught other eves
that stole m’uh heart
and cast such a spell upon i
‘xcept those pair o’ crescent moon eyes

verily.., once -
a woman had loved me so
‘n never have i witnessed a smile
that melt the icy-berg within
a blessing, she once presented me

steps..

tho’ i have stepped
tho’ i have strided
yet all are just, but a farce

mere substitutes,
mocking diversions,
‘n nuthin’ more,
‘xcept m’uh foolish attempts
to forget her

truly i lost part o’me
when m’uh heart went - in part, to space,
in part, to despair and hopelessness;

‘n in all due truthfulness,
i dearly miss the woman i love

andrias y.
(September 10, 2006)

dawn break, past summer-bee
in the bus, by the pass, to the mass
yet to ‘em
he’s just another simple tissue guy

embarking, a skip-beat whittle-ness, alight,
aloof;
and ’tis routine;
come mornin’ dew, ’til birds nest

tho’ i came not from the far eastern shore,
i sure came far ’nuff just to hold the moor
and has thou ever wonder, who there be,
betwixt an indefinite preconception
yore a matrix of causation and thus -
          da eff-ect?

shall i thus, pluck a twig up a shady mulberry tree,
shoddy skill be, ain’t no gardener - humbly i am,
here, is a carry-womb, as such a present, as never been
what more so, a night, a biased eye, and i knelt thus,
          humbly silent, amend - weathering thoughts.

andrias y.
(1st draft; September 10, 2006)