Fucking Steve didn't pick me up and I missed the fucking Neverpuffins.
GODDAMMIT!
April 26, 2003
April 25, 2003
Here is the "funny story" of how I got my name
This is how my father gave me the name of 'Lensey,' which nobody else in the world has. For thousands of years, the Chinese used a system of writing based on pictographs, symbols that look like the objects they represent. Gradually, the symbols became simplified, so they no longer looked very much like the thing they represent. It became hard for people to understand the symbols.
Nor was the writing phonetic, that is, you can't tell how those symbols are pronounced by looking at them. (English writing and others using an alphabet are phonetic.) That was why there were so few people who could read in China.
In the 20th century, the Chinese government decided to make up a system of writing that would make it easier for people to learn. My father was on the committee working on this project. The first thing was to make the system phonetic, so that you could tell how something sounded by looking at the symbols. One way to do it is by Romanization, that is, using the letters of the Roman alphabet (the one used in English) to spell Chinese sounds. My father and his co-workers found problems with this. For instance, Chinese is tonal, unlike English and most European languages (a language is tonal if the meaning is changed when you change the tones, or melody). My father decided to change the spelling slightly to convey tones.
For example, the first syllable of my name is pronounced like "len,"
but there are 4 possible tones, and to differentiate the four tones, they are spelled "lhen," "len," "leen," and "lenn."
My father discovered to his delight that he could spell not only all Chinese words with this system, but he could even spell words that didn't exist in Chinese. To celebrate this, he decided to give his newborn baby a name that could be spelled in the system and sounded sort of Chinese, but didn't really exist.
That was how I wound up with a name that looks plausible, but which makes every Chinese say, "Huh? It also guarantees that nobody else in the world has (or would want) a name like mine.
This is how my father gave me the name of 'Lensey,' which nobody else in the world has. For thousands of years, the Chinese used a system of writing based on pictographs, symbols that look like the objects they represent. Gradually, the symbols became simplified, so they no longer looked very much like the thing they represent. It became hard for people to understand the symbols.
Nor was the writing phonetic, that is, you can't tell how those symbols are pronounced by looking at them. (English writing and others using an alphabet are phonetic.) That was why there were so few people who could read in China.
In the 20th century, the Chinese government decided to make up a system of writing that would make it easier for people to learn. My father was on the committee working on this project. The first thing was to make the system phonetic, so that you could tell how something sounded by looking at the symbols. One way to do it is by Romanization, that is, using the letters of the Roman alphabet (the one used in English) to spell Chinese sounds. My father and his co-workers found problems with this. For instance, Chinese is tonal, unlike English and most European languages (a language is tonal if the meaning is changed when you change the tones, or melody). My father decided to change the spelling slightly to convey tones.
For example, the first syllable of my name is pronounced like "len,"
but there are 4 possible tones, and to differentiate the four tones, they are spelled "lhen," "len," "leen," and "lenn."
My father discovered to his delight that he could spell not only all Chinese words with this system, but he could even spell words that didn't exist in Chinese. To celebrate this, he decided to give his newborn baby a name that could be spelled in the system and sounded sort of Chinese, but didn't really exist.
That was how I wound up with a name that looks plausible, but which makes every Chinese say, "Huh? It also guarantees that nobody else in the world has (or would want) a name like mine.
NOIRÈD
Black eyes and broken smiles linger in the air. Pristine shadows call. I cannot prevent this. Seclusion is the only voice that hears my piteous pleas. I cannot prevent this. A single rose was offered. A single rose bled three tears. A single rose turned to dust and painted my heart grey. I disappear. Caught in the sand, I burn it to glass. My hands are splintered. You did not intend this. The splinters and shards pierce fast, and I die each time. You did not intend this. These black thorns pierce my hands, raw and bleeding now. The deceitful red aches of passion, but burns of sorrow. You created this; you created me. Will you destroy me?
Black eyes and broken smiles linger in the air. Pristine shadows call. I cannot prevent this. Seclusion is the only voice that hears my piteous pleas. I cannot prevent this. A single rose was offered. A single rose bled three tears. A single rose turned to dust and painted my heart grey. I disappear. Caught in the sand, I burn it to glass. My hands are splintered. You did not intend this. The splinters and shards pierce fast, and I die each time. You did not intend this. These black thorns pierce my hands, raw and bleeding now. The deceitful red aches of passion, but burns of sorrow. You created this; you created me. Will you destroy me?
April 20, 2003
April 09, 2003
Guess who is my new best friend?
That's right Ian! ... it's Ryan Faillace.
And not just because he linked to me in his blog link section.
No no no... it's because he understands me.
Trust me, if I had a links section in my blog... he'd probably have a link.
Like this one: Flyin' Ryan Faillace
That's right Ian! ... it's Ryan Faillace.
And not just because he linked to me in his blog link section.
No no no... it's because he understands me.
Trust me, if I had a links section in my blog... he'd probably have a link.
Like this one: Flyin' Ryan Faillace
April 08, 2003
Nobody likes poor old (read: not old) Adam's blog.
Except Josh.
You know how I know? Because nobody links to my blog. Except Josh.
But then again, Josh links to everyone's blog.
STROMBARD SUCKS
I hate Ry-ry.
Except Josh.
You know how I know? Because nobody links to my blog. Except Josh.
But then again, Josh links to everyone's blog.
STROMBARD SUCKS
I hate Ry-ry.
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