Comments on: Invitation to Bing’s 50th Birthday http://www.bingguanzon.com/145/invitation-to-bings-50th-birthday Weblog by Rowena "Bing" Guanzon Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:31:33 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.3 By: Bing http://www.bingguanzon.com/145/invitation-to-bings-50th-birthday#comment-26182 Bing Fri, 07 Sep 2007 08:12:28 +0000 http://www.bingguanzon.com/145/invitation-to-bings-50th-birthday#comment-26182 hi maefour, thanks for the birtday greeting! Bing hi maefour,
thanks for the birtday greeting!

Bing

]]> By: maefour81 http://www.bingguanzon.com/145/invitation-to-bings-50th-birthday#comment-26099 maefour81 Wed, 29 Aug 2007 01:01:07 +0000 http://www.bingguanzon.com/145/invitation-to-bings-50th-birthday#comment-26099 pardon my shot at this. i'm just quite a little poetic these days. It's seconds beating midnight, swirls of mellow breeze subtly flip your window's ashen curtain. Another pour, another sip, streaks of thought are running deep, amassing the weary mind that would not succumb to the call of sleep. Tac! Tac! Tac! oblivious to the fur ball warming your feet, restless fingers refuse to cease. Like a pianist headbanging the the power of his recital piece, your threads are alas weaving; the same might be a chef-d'oeuvre, the same might be not, but what matter does it make? Go on, pound that keyboard, shake the pillar of crime lords, stir the rut of a partial system, make heard the crescendo of your hounding rhythm. Dust away people's indifference. Yes! your words are pooling reverence. Tic! Tac! Tic ! Tac! Lo! it's 4 hours past August 28th, Take a stretch, unleash a yawn, take delight on the wondrous hues of dawn. Pour another. Lift it up, soak it down, savor the jasmine aroma for the nth round. Happy birthday valiant soul. Thank you for making a much needed DIFFERENCE. pardon my shot at this. i’m just quite a little poetic these days.

It’s seconds beating midnight,
swirls of mellow breeze subtly
flip your window’s ashen curtain.
Another pour, another sip,
streaks of thought are running deep,
amassing the weary mind
that would not succumb to the call of sleep.

Tac! Tac! Tac!
oblivious to the fur ball
warming your feet,
restless fingers refuse to cease.
Like a pianist headbanging
the the power of his recital piece,
your threads are alas weaving;
the same might be a chef-d’oeuvre,
the same might be not,
but what matter does it make?

Go on, pound that keyboard,
shake the pillar of crime lords,
stir the rut of a partial system,
make heard the crescendo
of your hounding rhythm.
Dust away people’s indifference.
Yes! your words are pooling reverence.

Tic! Tac! Tic ! Tac!
Lo! it’s 4 hours past August 28th,
Take a stretch, unleash a yawn,
take delight on the wondrous hues of dawn.

Pour another.
Lift it up, soak it down,
savor the jasmine aroma for the nth round.
Happy birthday valiant soul.
Thank you for making a much needed
DIFFERENCE.

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