chick chop chick chop

kfc's new o.r. chicken chop sure sucks.
It was a tiny pitiful piece of chicken, looking a little tad too pathetic (perhaps even more depressing than what the poor bird looked like before it was KFCed).
And, what's a chicken chop without its secret homemade sauce. Whether the gooey sauce that smothered the avian carcass was the same goop that drowned those whipped potatoes is anyone's (and should be everyone's) guess. Top it up with some processed chopped mushrooms and voila! The chicken sure looks miserable in its watery grave.
Unmentionables includes the side dishes. Fries? What fries? Such a meagre serving which only could mean a potato shortage! well, thank you for shortchanging my fries, I hope you enjoy your $5.95 you conned from me.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

To cover the full story, I must let you in the coleslaw. Seriously, WHAT'S IN THE COLESLAW?
man.... you are trying to market some coleslaw + raisins? What an amazing difference in taste! I could definately smell the wonderful sappy aroma of success in those veggies.

Oh, there's one thing I did like. The nice sleek black dish (the tomb which the chicken was laid to rest upon) was quite the suitable colour. yeah, it sure matched that dismay on my face.

well, that's my chicken round up! Bon appetit!

Note: This is skycruiser's personal opinion of the new KFC's Oh, ARGGHHHHHHH chicken CHOP (your wallet)! Blogspot is not liable in anyway in the dissatisfaction caused by the blogger's honest opinion of one of the most terrible meals he ever tasted. Please disregard this viewpoint if:
1. you are currently working(slaving) at KFC
2. you are a big fan of KFC's deep-fried remains of our avian friends (trust me, the blogger once was)
3. you are the chickren/grandchickren of the deceased chicken whom the blogger devoured without gusto and have intention to sue for mockery and disrespect of your late mother's noble contribution to mankind.

the beach

Frost drifted with the lucid wings of gale,
the icy waters runs deep, far beyond reach.
Empty shells echoed the one mortal tale,
scattered like forgottened tombs,
on the desolate beach,
never once remembered.

Nethertheless,
the delicate cycle of life twirls on,
as shoals of tuna fleet past,
Giving hope that vehemence will spawn,
No matter the spells the storms cast,
The tuna will always return.

Though sands of time slips away and soon, gone
The tidal touch of Lady Ocean continue to caress
To nudge, on the seaboard, frozen and forlorn,
The tranquil waters of life,
And an abyssal vow to profess,
"I won't forsake you".

As the sun slowly sets, beaming
An unbroken promise,
To meet again the next morning,
Upon the beach, as the skies grew dull,
Yet hope unfaltering,
shimmered in the halcyon horizon,
In a lonely buoy wishing upon a single gull.

The one with the secrets

Dear Diary,
what's it like to be the locket to her heart?
What's it like to know
all that can't be revealed,
Of true feelings, or of unspoken pain
I know, your lips are sealed.
And I know,
To help her, you did your best,
listening to the truth,
never to judge,
never to criticise,
lending her your ears,
when no one else would.
I want to know what happened,
and like you, try my best to help,
and discover a world that's hers.
But you made a promise,
one that you cannot break,
one that would mean,
even after she moved on,
the pain will still be with you forever...
Yours truly,
for eternity...

superhero

been a long time since i touched this rusty thing. well.. the wheels of this page has been greased and the cobwebs cleared and daddy's back home to his baby.
where should I begin? from today I guess. Watched superman with Wai Yiu at TM today. It was an alright movie, not much of a plot but still, the movie oozed of a super unnatural affection between a woman and an alien. Nah.. just kidding. I guess even the invincible (or rather almost invincible, since he's prone to some chemical combustion with some solid green substance) are vulnerable to the fundamental feeling of love (and of course, that green substance).
Love, the basic roots to affection and devotion. Yet pure as its nature, it embodies an intricate web of complication, devouring feelings of love, sorrow, fear, even other people are caught between its strings. Superman is just another victim.
While the bad guys were walloped and squished with as much ease as munching popcorn whilst watching the show, Superman faced greater obstacles in dappling in the web of love, or what's left of it. Empty promises, broken trust, betrayed hurt, undying longing, sacrifice, loved ones moving on and the emptiness of being left behind... The pain of falling in love. Perhaps more painful than the sky falling down, or in Superman's case, falling from the sky.
Yet, he, like all of us, is ready to take the plunge. The ultimate plunge into the icy waters and unforgiving depths in the ocean of love, just for the one chance to swim through its rich waters of vibrant colour and float with its waves. With so many obstacles to face down this treacherous road, can one be the hero in pursuit of this precious jewel, the heart of the ocean?
Superman did.
He was, for once, not the people's hero but his own saviour.
There are times when one needs to be rescued from savage grasp of love, which did take his breath away.
And within, the hero lives.

The green thing that jumps....

... No, I didn't said it was a frog.
Fancy looking at how insects do it...