THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Honestly, it's a drag going to school. More so, when on Wednesday, almost every year 2 and year 3 doesn't have to come. Almost, just almost wanted to rush into a fight on Tuesday. I ain't perfect, and weeks of taunting and sarcasm is taking its toil. There isn't much patience left. Yet the question stands,
What keeps me going? Knowing the purpose of coming to school, the consequences of not coming, the opportunities of coming, the challenges for breakthrough. I may not be patient, but I can train my patience.
Today's lesson was on typefaces (otherwise known to the common layman as "fonts"). And since words are my passion, I'm going to give it extra air-time. :D It's interesting how little variables and elements in a particular advertisement add/subtract to the overall informative/attention-grabbing effect. Choose a right font, and you might just get a windfall of response. Choose a wrong one, and your potential customers might just be left wondering how they would ever understand your ad. New Media's been amazing. Film and advertisements are never seen in the same light again. A primary school teacher, one that I respect, once said, "A common layman sees a motorcycle as just any other blur on the road. Yet an experience bike-watcher can pick out specific parts of the motorcycle even at high speed."
I ain't courageous, neither am I patient, nor understanding or discerning. I guess try to grow, yet often I fail. Crack, break, fall. In the human perspective it seems to be a vicious cycle; each fall becomes repetitive. Yet from the long-term perspective, each time I get up, there is no turning back. Each step is a step toward eternity, and everytime I find myself falling into self-pity and anguish, I look up and can't help but praising Him. I can't take the craven coward's trip back. I absolutely cannot give up what I've found already. It's difficult to explain, it's something supernatural.
Time to multiply.
Psychedelic;
6:00 AM
