parody

ok here is mine! if you didnt realise, it is about da vinci code. like the book by dan brown.

oh and the original song is love, me by colin raye.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycze0tiMAPw
that is the youtube link for the original.

I read a note my Grandpa wrote back in 2003,
Grandpa laid it on the floor, and he used Fibbonacci.
He said, 'Princess, you might not understand, but a long long time ago,
Priory of Sion was once founded, to protect the Holy Grail.'

Robert Langdon is the one you need, and run away together.
The cryptex is the first clue I leave you, may you discover,
The word of wisdom which help unlock is you, 'Sophie'.
You'll find this last note, and this is what it says:

'If you get there before Teabing,
Seek the orb quickly
Beneath the ancient Roslin waits
The Holy Grail and you history.

See I'm not gonna let you down
Princess, forgive me
And between now and then
Til you find your Grandma,

I'll be lovng you,
Love, Me.'

I read these words just hours after my Grandpa passed away.
In the archway of the church where me and Langdon stopped to pray.
I know I never seen Grandma in all my twenty years.
But as we said these words to her, her eyes filled up with tears.

'If you get there before Teabing,
Seek the orb quickly
Beneath the ancient Roslin waits
The Holy Grail and you history.

See I'm not gonna let you down
Princess, forgive me
And between now and then
Til you find your Grandma,

I'll be lovng you,
Love, Me.'

yay!

xinxuan

55 fiction + The Metaphor of Writing

55 fiction

Arthritic joints irritate him. Time had brutally exposed his weaknesses--little flakes of skin had peeled off his body, leaving ugly splotches of dull, crinkled grey and liver spots. His joints creaked and groaned with every slight twist and turn. Despite all, she loved him dearly, for he was her one and only Rubik's cube. (55 words)

'Hey, hey you,' he tried to be friendly. 'Now, that looks delicious,' he worked his way over to her side casually. 'Do you want to...you know...' he inched closer, barely touching her arm. Susanne screamed and dropped her cake at the sight of a cockroach waving its feelers affably at her. '...share the cake?'(55 words)


The Metaphor of Writing

The Amazing Butter Making Machine was the best for miles and miles. It was new, it was shiny, it was huge, it took up gazillions and gazillions of land and could churn out gazillions and gazillions of butter. Ooh, perfect, creamy, golden-yellow butter, winking away silently under the cool shade of the Amazing Butter Making Machine's factory.

Then one day,

people wanted to see the Amazing Butter Making Machine. People in top hats and jackets simply loved the uncanny resemblance between the Amazing Butter Making Machine and green dollar bills with the Queen's head on it. People in engineer caps were fascinated by circular things with teeth that click round each other in the machine. Round and round, in an endless, enticing cycle...

The time has come.

Businessmen with loud voices hunched over the opening or the Amazing Butter Making Machine, fingers poised precisely, perfectly, over rows of numbers, prepared to punch them any moment. For some surprising reason, they were all silent. Silence! Heavy breathing echoed in the factory of the Amazing Butter Making Machine, pounding relentlessly in a solemn rhythm.

Engineers held buckets of milk at the other opening of the Amazing Butter Making Machine, bracing themselves for the Final Showdown.

A clock in the far off distance ticks steadily, marking each second with cold, hard precision.

The time has come.

With cranks and creaks the Amazing Butter Making Machine spurred to life. It gave a loud, resounding yawn, ploded on a little, and with a groan, grinded to a stop. Calculators and buckets clattered to the ground. People wanted creamy, delicious butter for their breakfast! They wanted butter! Butter! Butter! Butter! No matter how they cajoled and coerced the Amazing Butter Making Machine, it simply could not and would not churn out butter.

Then, very suddenly, slowly, carefully, the Amazing Butter Making Machine crept to life. Out came a piece of...

green cheese. From the Amazing Butter Making Machine.

I now present you with the absolute truth:

We are all like the Amazing Butter Making Machine. Or at least, I am.

xinxuan