:: Dain's blog of eternal stench. ::

:: Friday, September 13, 2002 ::

A poem I wrote while sitting alone at the school during 2nd period while everyone was in class...

分�る (Wakaru - To be understood)

Do you know what it's like
To feel as though no one understands you?
Do you know what I feel
Every moment of my life?

分�られ����

Can you fathom what it's like
to have no one care about you?
Those who call themselves your friends
are never there, never around. They never cared.

労られ����

Do you know how it feels
to find someone who cares, someone who can understand,
then lose them for reasons you can't explain?
Reasons they never bothered to explain?

無��れ�

Do you know how hard it is
to feel alone every moment of your life?
When your only real friends are all dating someone,
and you've lost your source of happiness to those so-called friends?

益����れ��

Do you know how hard it is
to live your life when the only time you're happy
is when you're in love?

ティガン�愛���
:: Dain 2:35 PM [+] ::
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My idea to avoid all 9/11 coverage as though it were the bubonic plague is being hampered severely. It seems the Hamilton Spectator thought it would be a great idea to devote the front pages of 4 out of 7 sections of the newspaper to 9/11 coverage.

Screw it. I just read the Home & Garden, Automotive and Arts sections. No 9/11 crap in there.

I'll be avoiding the Olympics in the exact same fashion come 2004.
:: Dain 5:50 PM [+] ::
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Happy "Osama: 1, Bush: 0 day"!

Seriously. Today's the day that one year ago, some terrorists of some sort hijacked planes and flew them into some buildings, killing some people.

Yippee. Now it's supposedly going to be a national holiday. I'd personally like to know why. Generally, national holidays are used to CELEBRATE things... like George Washington's birthday... Lincoln's birthday... Christmas... Easter...

Sure, Rememberance/Veterans' day is one exception, but no one gets off work or school on that day... they just get to hear "Taps" and "Amazing Grace" played endlessly throughout the day.

Americans blow things way the fuck out of proportion, then they decide they can solve the problem by declaring war on it. War on Drugs... War on Terrorism... it never fucking changes.

Let's just say I'm not the happiest person lately. And I'm pissed off at the idiocy that runs rampant in every country. Not just America. Canada, Britain, Sweden, Greece... no country is safe from idiocy. I think the theory of intellectual osmosis may be true, as I feel myself getting more stupid the more idiocy I hear.

And the first line was a joke. It may have been in bad taste, but don't bother bitching about it. I joked about the Columbine shootings. I joked about the floods. I joked about the huge conflagration in the Midwest US. I don't give a damn if it's in bad taste. Hell, if it pisses you off, then you're obviously not open-minded at all. It's meant to make you think. So use that rotten mass you call a brain that's currently situated in your cranium for once.
:: Dain 9:19 AM [+] ::
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