The Poetry of Naturally Jim

I think the word orang utan does have roots in a variation on "orange" actually.

Part 1:

Sam Tan's grand-nan

Demanded an orangutan

Sam Tan, nan's fan

Ran to nan with Tan's Grand Plan

Nan panned Tan's plan,

Handed him a helping hand,

(having had a grand-nan gander)

in granding Sam's Tan's grand plan grander

Tan's grand-nan manned Tan's band sander,

Sam Tan, a left hander, fanned her

Nan band-sanded Sam Tan's left hand, and

Sam, not understanding, banned her

Part 2:

"Why oh why?" Sam tan did cry

"Why sand my hand? Next, try my eye!

I hope you die, hope we both die!

You made me cry, now fly, goodbye!"

"...sigh..."

"Without Nan, my lend-a-hander

To my plans I still can pander

Nan just doesn't understand

She pans my plans, and sands my hands.

Still I'll catch that orangutan

Then every man will be Tan's Fan."

Tan was on fire, he did not tire.

He, full of spite, worked day and night

On his ape-catchin' contraptions

Watching movies with closed captions

Part 3:

At roughly one the fun was done

So Sam had lunchtime in the sun

He ate some clean greened steamed creamed buns

Poked pointy sticks, admired his guns,

Slammed down Dave Hahn's canned jam flan

Then set out to enact Tan's Plan

Mr. Van Man helped young Sam

Strap the trap to Sam Tan's van

"Mr Van Man, Mr Van Man,

Thanks, I'll pay you when I can, man!"

After visiting his florist

(Henry Benry Benson Morris)

Sam Tan drove down to the Forest

Where in thirds, he heard birds chorus

He unstrapped straps and unflapped flaps

From his strapped up, flapped up trap

He wrapped the gap and turned the tap

And in a snap his trap could trap

He found some soft ground lying around

And on this ground, his trap went down

Sam checked the tapped trap was well wound,

Then drove the Tan Van to safe ground

One time, west of balmy Ghana

Sam had bought a fresh banana,

Charmed it from a harmelss farmer

(who was a part time snake charmer,

and a fan of Wendy Harmer,

and feared, most of all bad Kharma)

In the grounded, wound-ed trap

With tapped up taps and wrapped up gaps

Lay this Charmed, Farmed, Balmy Ghana

Harmless Snake Charmer, pro-Harmer

Kharma-drama Banana farmer's

Festy, ex-fresh west banana.

Ah Somehow Jim, classic...

A Challenge Has Been Set

Whilst whiling away the hours at work, and constantly checking my email, the sheer volume which I had already accumulated (263 in 7 working days) led me to set a goal for myself over my internship.

The challenge stands thusly:

I will attempt to, over the course of my entire internship (finishing in mid-late June/early July), accumulate in my work email inbox 5000 (yes, five thousand) emails.

Therefore, to all who have been privileged to have received my work email, continue your contributions towards my goal, and as a challenge towards yourselves, attempt to increase your output daily, so that this challenge can be overcome!

To those who have not yet received my work email, I am willing to hear requests for such, but may not disclose said email unless I deem it worthwhile.

Be advised that there may be awards, at my discretion...


And finally, the honour roll.

1st email: Kat
50th: Kat
100th: Claire
150th: Kat
200th: Steve
250th: Kat

Breathing, by Lifehouse

I dug up one of my random music CDs today, and this was on it...

I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what
I'm going to do when I get there
Take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of Grace
 
I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be
 
I'm looking past the shadows
Of my mind into the truth and
I'm trying to identify
The voices in my head
God which one's you?
Let me feel one more time
What it feels like to feel
And break these calluses off me
One more time
 
'Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside your door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be
 
I don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting
For the straps to fall
Off your table to the ground
I just want to be here now
 
'Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be
 
I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be

Blog From Work

I'm on break...


I work at Structural Systems in Mortlake (20 minute walk from my house). It's fun. I'm doing work! And getting paid for it! Handsomely!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!

Glad that's over. I did end up seeing probably over 30 dvds (nobody was counting) over the last 4 days, and I spent most of this time on one couch. In Springwood!


Ah, fun all round...

Managed to get up (almost) on time this morning despite not getting a decent sleep due to dvd watchingness. And I wasn't late for work, although the guy (who's name is George) who was supposed to teach me what I needed to know was...


Anyways, lunch break is almost over, so I'm gonna get back to work!

laters
- Tom Tom, Junior Engineer