It goes a little something like this..

I know that I’m not just a waste
I think therefore I am
I know each minute can’t be replaced
I’d love some strawberry jam
Do I exist beyond my words?
Or was I written off?
But that would sound somewhat absurd
Excuse me if I cough
I’m the imperfect lines in poetry
The scribbles in some pad
The jagged sketches, incomplete
I’ve gone completely mad
I’m the splattered paint in canvas board
The neon among the pale
The sweetest in a pile of gourd
The epic win in fail
The name’s ddrei, remember that
So we can get along
I am ddrei, remember well
And I’ll sing you a song

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Monday, July 19, 2010 { 7:08 AM }

Imagine just coming back from a wake, just messaged someone that you were from the wake and then get a reply:

Texter 01: Jop, did you know we have a quiz in Histopath? I just learned now.

Few seconds later...

Texter 02: Jop, did you save the presentations sir gave us? Can you send it to me? Here's my e-add...

Few more seconds later...

Texter 01: Jop, can you print me a journal for Blood Bank? Please.

The next morning...

Texter 01: Have you studied yet? I don't know which one to study first!

There were more but I mean seriously. I just want a little respect here! I was supposed to call dad today because its his birthday, but I figured I would probably just cry and complain. I just sent him a message.

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