addicted to
i'm not here to win
i'm here to leave a legacy
why'm i feeling like there's something i missed
it's the passion that drives you
endorphins
pain
exhaustion
chasing this insane dream
perfection
tagboard ;
guestbook
than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
cause the more that i'm...
trippin' out thinkin' there must be more to life
well it's life, but i'm sure...
there's gotta be more (than wanting more)
-stacie orrico ; more to life
uh, very old song but i miss listening to it.
onto the topic of life and death. you know, nobody really knows where we go after we die. and if we even "go" anywhere. do we really have a soul? or are we just shells of protein with this thing called a "brain" inside it that controls our nerves and all. darn, i don't take bio so i don't know any big words. it's hard to prove that one actually goes "somewhere" after one dies, simply because those who have died can't tell us. hurhur. try asking beethoven's bones, see if they respond.
i'm still a snowskin mooncake. high in cholesterol with my double yolk insides. sianying stole my belt today. for a brief 50 odd minutes.
my pe teacher was nice and asked if his comments were causing trauma. i was so touched. but not molested. just touched. that he was concerned if his actions were affecting others. unlike a certain garns... "okay sorry la!" then again i think my typing "skills" sort of got him to ignore me less. even wj has noticed that he's started responding to my comments. i wish i could act normal in school. like normal. like i am at home. normal. but some would object and say that i'm never normal... i think i might be able to agree with them.
but NOW, i am normal. not sure about later.
the world is so tiny. lexther knows jx and eddie knows thaddeus. dee was in the same radio wkshop as bk. and all this was dropped on me in the space of 2-3 days.
ah crap lotsa work to do. dreambox's blog was super .. interesting. shall not comment further.
equivocation. okay someone tell me what's real and what's not? maybe i am a figment of someone else's imagination... who knows.