Life's been throwing me punches lately. Don't know why. Its kinda pissing me off real bad. Wish everyone will just bugger off really. These days i think 'anxiety' have become mymiddle name. i'm so pissed off and bothered that i havnt been able to concentrate on things that DO matter. Even my poems are on stall. And them bloody bastards just dont get it that they arnt only stressing themselves out but also ME. Right now i just wanna continue writeing my poems, practice my guit. and concentrate on "JOSEPH".
Everything else....PISS OFF ya hear??

To the others who matter (who are is only a hand full of u guys ok)......THANK YOU! From the depths of my heart and soul.

To God.....I know you are there for me....i thank you for everything. both the bad and the good. i know they happen for a reason and you wont give me more than i can tahan. :)

with love~
tango

Heres a poem i came across just now. its lovely, hope u'll like it too.

A Nocturnal Reverie

In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand'rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav'ns' mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th' adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O'er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th' inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all's confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.
Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (1661–1720)

Ah...i just love the hols. Oh and if anyone out there isnt having their hols now , Yes i AM rubbing it in. :p
Only thing is that my legs are achin. I never thought dancin was gonna hurt so much for first timers. Hey, but its fun. Pretty awesome at that. Hmm....but i'm wonderin if the stuff we did are going to be the same for narrators....o well...guess i'll find out next monday now wont I....

tata~

everythings hunky dory these days. joseph's on for the first 3 wks of nov. only problem is, the blasted amth teacher of mine doesnt quite understand that i cant make any extra lessons during that time but yet he still planed lessons for the2nd wk. bleeding hell. and that F&N teacher of mine went "serene ar i'm very worried for you" when i told her i'm in jospeh. what is that suppose to mean. wish that she'll juz bugger off. o well. i'll be off now.

lotsa love