The Fetal Diaries #2: Randomness?

Posted by kristine on December 17th, 2007 | Categorized as Blog | 188 views and 4 Comments

Okay, so since I’m bored and I have nothing to do.

Actually, I do. Crap. I have to write a poem, read three and make notes and some math homework.
But I’m talking to Uncle Dan on MSN, and to Kyle, and to Caitlin on the chatroom. How productive.
Whatever.. lol.

Let’s see. I got Marlow and Shakespeare and Lawrence poems to read. All about love. Ugh. I have to write a poem about death (which fries guy helped me out with.. thank God the guy’s alive again). He suggested I did something like “On the Sidewalk Bleeding” kinda thing. I doubt a lot of you have read the story but here’s a quick summary:

Gang member gets stabbed, lays on the sidewalk whilst it rains - bleeding to death - and starts to think of his life, and all the what could’ve beens and stuff like that.

I found it quite interesting, his suggestion. I don’t really know what I think about death, but what I would be thinking while dying, that’s a good topic.

But then, what would I be thinking of when I know I’m dying? It really depends on the situation. Okay, here’s the possibilities:

If I were bleeding to death on a sidewalk, like the guy in “On the Sidewalk Bleeding”

-I’d be crying my arse off, and wondering the what could’ve beens of life.
-I’d feel like I didn’t accomplish enough (and I’m gonna quote a line from a poem by Dylan Thomas: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight)

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

-I’d be wishing non-stop that I wouldn’t die when I know perfectly well I am anyways.
-I’d be thinking of family and friends.

If I were diagnosed with terminal cancer or something of the sort:

-I would go through those ’stages’: anger, denial, acceptance, and joy.
-I would probably try and make the most out of the time I got left..

Hrmm, okay, I think that’s enough brainstorming.. I will write the poem later.. haha.

Well I’m gonna bounce. I ran out of ideas lol.

Rant over, Kristine.

Born in the Philippines, then lived in Abu Dhabi, UAE for almost 4 years. Immigrated to Calgary, Canada (one of the most, if not THE most diverse city in Canada), but lives even farther north now (where it seems to be the opposite of Calgary).