THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
I don't think I can be a professional gamer. Guess I don't have the patience to. I like to get into the game, do some major ownage, then get out of it before the smoke clears. And I absolutely can't stare at the screen fighting the same old monsters over and over again, or restarting the round like every 5mins. So, ya, it ain't fated. I guess just playing it well will have to suffice. :X
I'd like to have a shot at being a teacher, though I don't know why. I mean, isn't it cool shaping the next generation to being one of a Godly character. Besides, I don't mind sharing my pay during class treats; least I get to feel younger! *Alarm* On the other hand, I ain't very much of an educator. Oh well.
I love English. I love words. I love the way a twist in words bring about a whole new meaning to the sentence and how each and every alphabet makes a difference. I love grammar and prepositions. I love expository and argumentative writing. I think I'm going to be a journalist! That's if I learn to love the research and bibliography part. - _ - "...
Oh boy, I'm out of ideas. Maybe I shall go and work in the church office. *faints* HA HA
Psychedelic;
8:32 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
