"Short words are best", said Winston Churchill.
And not for the first time, he was right: short words are best. Plain they be, but that is their strength. they are clear, sharp and to the point. You can get your tongue round them. You can spell them. Eye , brain and mouth work as one to greet them as friends not foes. For that is what they are. They do all that you want of them, and they do it well. On a good day, when all is right with the world, they are one more cause for cheer. On a bad day, when the head aches, you can get to grips with them, grasp their drift and take hold of what they mean. and thus they make you want to read on. not turn the page.
- 'Voting with their feet' refering to Afghans refugees returning from their neighbouring countries.
- 'euphoria...faded' short lived happiness.
- 'so benighted a country' benighted = uneducated.
- 'lacked focus and bite'
- 'he has the looks of a determined man who is comfortable in his skin'
- 'magicked out if thin air'
- 'Would some of that time spent discussing who did what in vietnam some 35 years ago been better spent on, say, education ...'
- 'But none of this cuts much ice'. has little effect.
- 'Worried that the Turkish question might torpedo next year's...'
- 'And as the Brits discovered in the 19th century and the RUssians in the 20th, afgahns unite against foriegn domination. But the friendly reception they have given the ISAF in its limited excursion suggests that even illiterate tribesmen can tell the difference between occupiers and peacekeepers.'
There're others, but yeah, democracy would vote against publishing the full list. being a liberal citizen, i'm obliged to suit demand.
back to the topic proper -
Alchohol, After effects of.
Sometimes, i feel very much that i'm living a life where i was at the mercy of the wine.
Innitially, all seemed well. a fancy party, a lil sip of the alchohol and feeling good about it.
one sip led to another and one glass to the next.
before my rational mind could react, i had been delusioned by the addictivness of feeling 'high'.
although, the little logic i had left told me i was to soon lose all sanity, i went ahead with the drinking anyways.
i still daresay i thoroughly enjoyed myself.
hooked, i might've been, but it seemd worth the price.
and i defiantly parried any doubt that i was an alchoholic.
than one day, out of the blue, some 7 months later, i got convicted and swore to never touch the cursed drink again.
of course, i tried to negligible results till i firmly put my foot down.
the next morning, my head ached so bad i became all unproductive.
but i held my stand.
often, i would take a stroll, and a bar happened to be along the way.
i could literally hear the shouts of wine calling out my name.
tempted i was at that time, but i strutted past quickly or took an alternative route.
my reason for refraining form the drink, contrary to common belief, was not because i hated it for what it did to me,
but rather, i had not yet learnt to manage abstaining myself from large amounts of alchohol.
after a while, having busied myself at work, i could get up better in the morning.
but it didnt excuse me fro collegues inviting me to a pub once in a while.
even without any form of external pressure, i, admittedly, cannot deny the fact that i still had dreams of reuniting with drinking. of course, in controllable quantities.
but i was still a long way from completing my bond.
a bond i had set myself, a bond of an alchohol-free lifestyle.
painful it was in the beginning, but i have little regrets.
when i look at my peers who face similar issues to mine, but had not the dodgedness to make a clear stand and distinguish the almost intangible safe amounts and to take a temporary hiatus from the 'narcotic', i am glad i made the right descision. my friends, they never broke free from the addiction. narrow is the road, and i chose it.
1 more month, and my O's would have been completed, with a promising score i hope. 1 more month and i could return to the enjoyment that i discovered, now nearly a year already. now, having nearing the going through the testings of it all, i can patiently wait that last month and of course occupying myself with the dreaded exam.
but if course, just because i want it to happen doesnt mean that it will. i did some very foolish things along the way. will the Alchohol forgive me. we'll see when the time comes.
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Mrs Long said i'd be pleased with the moderation. i do hope that she has extremely high expectations of me. that way, 'pleased' would imply a better grade.
i shld never have exchaned papers. a whole lot of unecessary trouble i have caused myself.
should i also reafrain from the addictivness of blogging? haha. if i dissapear, you'd know why.
Vindicated i am...