Thoughts of the Worm

I went to a party, And remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mum So I had a sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, The way you said I would, That I didn't drink and drive, Though some friends said I should. I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right, The party finally ended, And the kids drove out of sight. I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece, I never knew what was coming, Mum Something I expected least. Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say, The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mum, his voice seems far away. My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry. I can hear the paramedic say, This girl is going to die. I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high, Because he chose to drink and drive, Now I would have to die. So why do people do it, Mum Knowing that it ruins lives? And now the pain is cutting me, Like a hundred stabbing knives. Someone should have taught him, That it's wr...

I am feeling kinda left out. .... quite alienate. Nah. not depressed ... something is missing ... can't understand what!?

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m ., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him look at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer' s Disease . As we talked, I asked ...

Finally this semester's over Learned a few things: 1) Leave childhood monsters behind. They will no longer come in our way if we are determined. 2) "Hope". We hope , that's why we are.  3) We make mistakes, hence we learn.  4) Stay strong even in the worst storm. It easy being a stone.. but if you got to be one, just be. GOD wants us to be strong. Hence he makes us  go through hell. 5) Bad things have no end.  I have stepped in this world of agony. A world full of wicked people. I would be recognized, not by what I am, but what I posses.... my skills, my knowledge are the only belongings I've to hold on to. Since I work my way, people assume I try to be different, which is so untrue. But I wont lose myself just to show off that I am with the crowd. I have the most precious thing in this world - ME. We must accept finite disappointment, but never loose infinite hope. -- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Microsoft Vista for me is .... Bye Bye! The only thing I liked - "GUI"

Feeling really bad for what's happening around. It's for the first time, I sense  injustice. I never copy assignments like many do. I prepare notes on my own and I write them all by myself. Just like any other college, the number of xerox machines out do the originals. And you know what I get for all this work? .... I get a 7 on 15. And the people who copy get a 11 or 12 on 15. Am I jealous of them? If the word is jealous, then be it. Name it anything, but at the end of everything it's me who is affected, right? I'm not praising myself for 'self-writing' neither am I criticizing my friends for copying. I'm just agitated at the kind of result I got for all the work. Never in my life have I come across a situation like this. Just wondering what made me get a 7 and other a 12 on the same paper? See it's these things that make me go crazy. Being honest doesn't always help, isnt it?

Out of the many things that I keep pondering about, this one is the most prominent and also the most irking. Its about Me. ... who am I? ... what am I? ... what I am going to be? or what have I become? ... where am I heading to? Does anyone out there know about it? They say "Changes are meant for the good". Things that I've adored have been forcibly snatched away either by humans or by destiny. Can I still tag them as "Changes"??