This is how Daniel Powter revealed a profound inconsiderate unfulfilling
phenomenon of almost seven-hundred-minute of disappointment and rejection as
incorporated by such symphonic lyrical-catharsis which he preferred to call a ‘bad day’. As the beating goes through
my once-dreary-tainted-luck suddenly twisted into a glimpse of smile. Ironic.
That’s all I can say after I was caught in the middle of a once-viewed perfect
day slowly pissed off.
When you wake up early, open your
mail, you’ve been waiting for days, to see if you got any from your friends
just to figure out there’s nothing but the emptiness itself, it’s BETRAYAL;
when you hunt for job, cheered up as you can yet nobody dared to call, it’s
REJECTION; when you tried to write for
W. C. and writer’s block friended you, it’s a DAMN! Life eventually goes on
with or without you. But at the end of the day you’ll just end up laughing at
yourself, thinking about how you’ve done silly things for silly stuff. You
still got your essence, right? I’m not merely talking about existentialism here
or how people exist first then finding out their real purpose later. This is
more of considering the fact that there’s still a thin red line that deviates
sanity from insanity and that’s what you call OPTION. Care if pain sits beside
you the whole day?; or solitude embraced you for comfort; or even tears become
your only glimmering accessory; the thing is, you still have the choice of just
absorbing the reality itself and become passive or free yourself and walk for
hope. The fact that after a day of twist and turns and listening to this absurd
song, I know I do the right choice, as my lips curved to smile while this
destined sonata keeps on tellin’ me, I had a
bad day.
Ha, I actually like this, it's amusing. I think the run ons and fragments actually help to make it more interesting than a normal essay or something. Taking Powter's song as your point of departure, you give a really good personal account of how a bad day is like and unfolds. It makes me think, and at the end it's even uplifting, so I liked it.
all i can say is that its merely a f*****g bad day after all..tsk
darn it shn! darn it
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
:) that's life seanny :)
10 Years Ago
oh shn i just couldn't bear this anymore...i hate it,,why does he accuse me of destroying his f*****.. read moreoh shn i just couldn't bear this anymore...i hate it,,why does he accuse me of destroying his f*****g cp when in fact i just sat on his chair..tz pinagsisigawan niya eh ung mga nakarining bka maniwala bti mga tentacles,,bti mn c bluettooth i caught her smirking with the other tntacle,,as if ako tlga ung nkasira..i hate it in here..merde
nice work here, you've written well in this chapter. those raw thoughts translate quite well to writing on this occasion which is always really good :)
and putting the lyrics here complete the chapter well. great job!
So you took a song and you wrote a chapter about it? I'm confused. Unless this is a book of prose (poetry), in which case it all makes perfect SENSE. No grammar issues that I could see. Overall good job.