All's well ends well
So the year 2007 came, struck me like a friking raging train, carried on dragging me several miles under its undercarriage, leaving me decapitated and senseless; it seems that it has finally been moving on, without my battered body (well maybe with a limb or 2)
So i picked myself up, brushed away the dust on whats left of my shoulder and exclaimed... IM STILL ALIVE U BITCH, TRY BETTER NEXT TIME
It has truly been a really nasty experience.
And I don't mean all the physical damage one had to endure as an Infantry man.
Thats really nothing(save a few, ok alot, of cursing and swearing), coz at the end of the day, well, theres an end of the day.
Rather it was the small defeats that added up. Then they multiplied... Then you minus away all the planning you thought you had settled, you were convinced that each scenario was complemented by a contingency plan, which kinda canceled each other out as you went by. And then you become divided, you start to think hey maybe i can do this instead or hey that looks promising.
And then you end up with the equation. YOU ARE STILL ONE CONFUSED FUCKER
Coz nothing works out! not the uni application, not the wisdom tooth extraction that you had to pay for, not the job applications that you made. Hell! Not even the game that you held so much anticipation for.
NOTHING WORKS OUT!
At the end of this day, you'll be convinced that you yes you are a bum. Not even an ORD could perk you up. You become numb, and you start to lose sight of who you are.
Then at the rock bottom of this pathetic person's "life chart", through all the liquid hot magma, a person digs in and pulls you out. Unafraid of the scorching heat, unafraid of losing limbs or being ridiculed.
So now you are back on your feet. Reborn-ed.
You are ready.
I have returned.
So i picked myself up, brushed away the dust on whats left of my shoulder and exclaimed... IM STILL ALIVE U BITCH, TRY BETTER NEXT TIME
It has truly been a really nasty experience.
And I don't mean all the physical damage one had to endure as an Infantry man.
Thats really nothing(save a few, ok alot, of cursing and swearing), coz at the end of the day, well, theres an end of the day.
Rather it was the small defeats that added up. Then they multiplied... Then you minus away all the planning you thought you had settled, you were convinced that each scenario was complemented by a contingency plan, which kinda canceled each other out as you went by. And then you become divided, you start to think hey maybe i can do this instead or hey that looks promising.
And then you end up with the equation. YOU ARE STILL ONE CONFUSED FUCKER
Coz nothing works out! not the uni application, not the wisdom tooth extraction that you had to pay for, not the job applications that you made. Hell! Not even the game that you held so much anticipation for.
NOTHING WORKS OUT!
At the end of this day, you'll be convinced that you yes you are a bum. Not even an ORD could perk you up. You become numb, and you start to lose sight of who you are.
Then at the rock bottom of this pathetic person's "life chart", through all the liquid hot magma, a person digs in and pulls you out. Unafraid of the scorching heat, unafraid of losing limbs or being ridiculed.
So now you are back on your feet. Reborn-ed.
You are ready.
I have returned.
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