THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
...The National Day. As I sat at my table munching on dinner and feeling this sense of lacking inside, I've realised what makes me tick, what makes me weak and soft inside (in a negative sense) and in generally insignificant is feeling useless. It's like a sudden revelation; I learnt a little piece of who Windez is..
Classes are always a stressful thing for me, as I think is natural for everyone else, with the difference being this; as the lesson goes on and more work is done/assign, I start to get relaxed. In fact I feel less stress being in the middle of work. I feel significant.
Likewise, sitting there in the middle of the crowd in NDP just screaming my lungs out for my country; that ain't working; I left feeling less significant, a part of the crowd. That's why, I guess, over the years I've never taken to watching the NDP.
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And then there was a 3 hour hiatus 'cos I got other stuff to do
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And then, "OUCH!" You know, when the words of your enemies fail to hurt you, the devil usually takes advantage of your friends to cut you deep in. And it happens to be someone whom you thought you could run the race through all the way...
Thanks, your situation has made me want to work doubly hard.
Psychedelic;
5:59 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.
