Time To Show

Alright people, time to show some cool pictures/drawings.

Here's a picture of the character of a very dear friend of mine.















And also, a picture of my character~
(I know, I know, he rocks.






And Last but not least, a picture of the kick-ass Castlevania Symphony of the Night, my man Alucard.

This picture kicks ass. TARUTARUS KNOW HOW TO PARTY!!!!!!!!! W00t!

The Meaning of Life : My Personal Theory

The Meaning of Life

By now, it seems more than one of my friend has begun to realize his own views on the very questionable subject of life. Why are we here? How did we really come to be? Is there a reason for our being; are our lives parts of a master plan? They have all expressed their views on this, and have taken the subject much more seriously than I ever expected them to take things so seriously and truly think of their own views of life and such; but they have and for them I’m happy. It’s good to see them thinking about more meaningful things such as the deep meanings of things no one has yet to find the truth and exact meanings of. That is one of the main meanings of life, in my view; change, evolution, maturity. This must all happen so that life can reveal secrets and clues of things to come, of things that have happened, and things that are happening. Life itself can be seen in many ways. You could look it up in the dictionary, but I doubt it will show you a meaning you find understandable and well explained. Many could say that living things are things that are not dead. Dead things are not alive. No meaning of the word life itself there, is it? As for the creation of our kind and those around us; the plants, the animals, the fellow humans we see each day, I believe there to be a higher force that created the first of the first; the beginning of everything. However, I am not religious. Therefore, this higher force for me is not the god you may worship, or any of that sort. I believe that religion is simply a theory of how it began and what happened, even though some religions have proof of these things they say happened. But I ask myself, ‘what if this proof was not real? If it was fake, or made up?’ then I realize you cannot prove that it is real, or fake, really so I decide not to argue on matters. The meaning of life, the purpose of it, I believe, is to fulfill the Personal History of each and every single being. The term, Personal History, I learned about from a very dear writer to me, Paulo Coelho, in the book The Alchemist. A Personal History is the goal of one’s time here on earth. It is what may be called fate. In The Alchemist, the young man who finds out the reason for his life and the goal of it and he begins to think that he will not do what has been planned. That he won’t fulfill the Personal History that has been made for him. Then he realizes, after living a meaningless life that he cannot be happy until he begins to fulfill his Personal History. After reading the book I began to wonder what my Personal History could be, and what it may be for my friends and my family. Then I realized that fate hides itself from us for a reason. If we all knew what we were meant to do and why we are here, there would be no surprises. There would be no adventures; no excitement. We would know what was going to happen. Everything has a purpose, everything one does, everything one says, it all happens for a reason. So that for me, is the Meaning of Life, to fulfill your destiny. I also would like to say that you should take every chance you can to try something new. You may find yourself thinking in a brand new way, and seeing things in a view you never thought about.

Coldplay Lyrics Comin' At Ya

You're in control,
Is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control,
Is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering
The space in which we're traveling.

From the top of the first page,
To the end of the last day,
From the start in your own way,
You just want somebody listening to what you say.
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are.

Under the surface trying to break through,
Deciphering the codes in you.
I need a compass, draw me a map.
I'm on the top, I can't get back,

Whoa whoa

The first line on the first page,
To the end of the last day,
From the start in your own way.
You just want somebody listening to what you say,
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say,
Oh, you just want somebody listening to what you say.
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
Is there anybody out there who,
Is lost and hurt and lonely too,
Are they bleeding all your colours into one?
And if you come undone,
As if you've been run through,
Some catapult it fired you,
You wonder if your chance will ever come
Or if you're stuck in square one.

Square One, Coldplay.


When you try your best but you don't succeed,
When you get what you want,
But not what you need,
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face,
When you leave something you cannot replace,
When you love someone but it goes to waste,
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you.

High up above or down below,
When you're too in love to let it go,
But if you nevere try,
You'll never know,
Just what you're worth.

Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you.

Tears stream down your face,
When you lose something you cannot replace.
Tear stream down your face
And I...
Tears stream down your face,
Upon you I will look for my mistakes,
Tears stream down your face and I...
Lights will guide you home home,
And ignite your bones
And I will try
To fix you.

Fix You, Coldplay



Oh brother I can't, I can't get through,
I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do,
Oh brother I can't believe it's true,
I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you,
Oh I wanna talk to you.

You can take a picture of something you see,
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun,
Or write a song nobody has sung,
Or do something that's never been done.

Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
Tell me how do you feel?
Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak,
And they're talking it to me.

So you take a picture of something you see,
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun,
Or a write a song nobody has sung,
Or do something that's never been done,
Do something that's never been done.

So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk,
And you feel like you're going where you've been before,
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored.

Nothing's really making any sense at all
Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk
Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk.

Talk, Coldplay.

One of My Favorite Songs

Yo peeps, here's a song from DCFC, a cool band I discovered recently. This song is called
I Will Follow You Into The Dark.

Love of mine,
Someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark.

No blinding lights,
No tunnels to gates of white,
Just as our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark.

If Heaven and Hell decide,
That they're both satisfied
Illuminate the NO's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son, fear is the harm of love,"
So I never went back.

If Heaven and Hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the NO's on their vacancy signs,
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

You and me,
Have seen everything to see,
From Bangkok to Calbury,
And the soles of your shoes have all worned out
The time for sleep is now,
There's nothing to cry about,
Because we'll hold each other soon.
Black is still through.

If Heaven and Hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the NO's on their vacancy signs,
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

-Death Cab For Cutie
DCFC is pretty cool.

Life: An Interpretation By One of My Best Friends

I sit here this morning, and i find myself wondering: Does my life have any meaning? How do we judge such things? I could compare it to all of your lives... Which might be slightly embarrassing for some of you. I have concluded that there is no good way to judge your own life, so I'll move on to a broader subject. If I was religious, perhaps I would ask, Why did God create man? (or maybe not as that question may be answered in the Bible. I don't know, never having read it)But I'm not sure I believe in God. I have drawn together several theories about what I'll call the meaning of life. (Henry, don't be mad, I'm NOT COPYING YOU.) They are: 1) Life is much more simple than everyone thinks, and you should do whatever it takes to make you happy, or; 2) Theory 1 is completely ridiculous and will get you in a lot of trouble, or; 3) We are much pawns being controlled our entire lives and all our choices are made for us already, so just go with the flow and don't try to work or do anything extraordinary. OK. None of those are my view point. I'd like to represent my view like this: 4) Try as hard as you can to break out of the monotony of "normal life" and make a name for yourself, but don't do it if it doesn't make you happy. Of course, This theory needs modifications, because you shouldn't do only stuff that makes you happy. Going to the doctor or paying bills may not make you happy, but you should do it. (I am rather irritated about how the government spends tax dollars though. What a waste.) These theories lead to the obvious conclusion that the meaning of life has something to do with happiness. But that's not how I feel. I think the hardest part of discovering the meaning of life is putting it in words. Whoever does this, will achieve true..... I don't know. But theory four, which is getting closer to what I believe than the other theories, brings me to the question: What is normality? And the answer is much easier to find than the meaning of life. Normality is what we choose it be. Take Key school for instance. A very confined, private school, with a very large mind set of, "We're all a community, let's be happy! Yay!" many of us have been going to that school for our whole lives. We have been with almost the same kids our whole lives. We are controlled by the group mentality of community. We might complain about the way the speeches and plays are terrible, but have we done anything? No. That's because we are far more controlled at school then we realize. we are easily confined inside the way everyone thinks, because of the way we think. We will never break free unless we change the group's mind set. And back to the question of life. Is our job to break loose of everything we know? I think it is, but you must be careful in the way you go about it.

(All credit for this is given to Dylan Davis.)

Gotta Get This Off My Chest

Alright people, I woke up today and I felt annoyed. and pissed. You wanna know why? Cuz I realized how capitalist this country is. Now some of you may be thinking, "Oh this dumb kid doesn't know anything, this country is the best!" and to those of you, I only have one thing to say: I'm sorry that you see things in such prospective. The United States, first of all, needs to stop calling themselves America. They are not America. America, for those of you who consider it to be The United States, is actually 3 parts. North America, where the United States are, (they can't even call themselves North America because there's Canada as well.) and there is Central America, as well as South America. Theres 3 parts; count them, three. This country's "logo" if you may, is Freedom and Justice for All. However, this is absolutely false. First fo all: freedom. Freedom would mean everyone is free to do what they please without the worry of others stopping them. And yet this country says freedom for all and in my own school they're teaching us about limitations to these acclaimed freedoms. Every right in the constitution seems to have limits. They made us debate about freedom of speech and they teach us all these limitations and yet outside of school and in television I see people saying freedom for all and how this is the greatest country in the world. It's a lie! They're all blinded. Now: equality. Equality would mean everyone is the same, no one is better than another and no one should begin feuds about each other's value or kind. Yet I see poverty everywhere. I see things such as the Klu Klux Klan, and people fighting over money. That's not equality. Now I'm not saying everything in this country is bad. Of course not, this country has good things. Anyone could get a job and live from that money, and there's a requirement for children to go to school. I think that's fantastic, because very few countries have all that. I just wish that the people who control this country (again a sign of capitalism, the people don't govern themselves, people control everything. Yes, we elect them but in the end it isn't the people who choose them. Its' the electoral party that vote for them.) would see how much they have and not take it for advantage and lie to the people like they are doing.

Someday...

Someday, maybe, I'll be allowed to play Final Fantasy XI again...
However, I can only dream now. I just wish I could play again and see a big, red headed taru fleeing with the most hilarious speed ever...and see noobs dead in Valkurm Dunes...ahh, how I miss it all...

Cornholio

I AM CORNHOLIO! I NEED TP FOR MY BUNGHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Check-Check It

Peoples, once again here are the sites for my friend's blogs. Mikey made one today, I helped him out, and Lexi has had one for like a week I think.

http://warholmediaholics.blogspot.com/ : Ligershea's

http://blondelvisnews.blogspot.com/ : Dylan's

http://tnlpptso.blogspot.com/ : Mikey's

http://obezags.blogspot.com/ : Lexi's

http://illusionofgravity.blogspot.com/ : Rachel's (its brand new.)

There it is people. Check-check 'em.

The Bells By Edgar Allan Poe

THIS POEM KICKS ASS TOO!!!

I
Hear the sledges with the bellsSilver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bellsFrom the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes, And an in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells,bells, Bells, bells, bellsTo the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bellsBrazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now - now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.
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Heh..

Funny how in so many books I read I always, no matter what find a comment about love. In every book, love is always there...I hope I do include love in everything I write even if people don't see it straight away. I'm pretty sure I do, though. Love is a pretty big part of my life, I think.

The Raven, By Edgar Allan Poe

This is one of my favorite poems ever. Check it out.

The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door." 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating," 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore?,
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,"Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore."
'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore.
"Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
"Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,
---Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking.
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
"Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!
"Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
"Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Untitled

This is a poem I wrote in ode to not only the wonderful poem that Edgar Allan Poe wrote, The Raven, but also in ode to the movie of one of my favorite superheroes, The Crow. Here it is,

You soar through the wind,
Eyeing the world for souls.
Soulds of Men, to guide to
The Next World.

Your soft ebony wings,
Flapping in the breeze,
Your eyes always wide open.
Where will you go next,
Dearest crow,
Which sould is ready now?
Ready to leave this world and enter the New.

Poetry isn't my forte but I kinda liked this poem.

Bad

These lyrics are the words of my personal favorite song of U2. Check-check it. This song is amazing.

If you twist and turn away,
If you tear yourself in two again,
If I could, yes I would,
If I could, I would
Let it go.
Surrender,
Dislocate.
If I could throw this lifeless lifeline to the wind,
Leave this heart of clay, see you walk,
Walk away,
Into the night, and through the rain.
Into the half light, and through the flame.
If I could through myself set your spirit free,
I'd lead your heart away, see you break,
Break away.
Into the light, and to the day.

So let it go,
And so fade away
So let it go,
And so fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake,
I'm not sleeping, oh no, no.

If you should ask,
Then maybe they'd tell you what I would say,
True colors flag, in blue and black,
Through silken skies and bruning flag.
Colors crash, collide in bloodshot eyes.

If I could, you know I would,
If I could, I would let it go.
This desparation, dislocation, separation, condemnation, revalation, intemptation, isolation, desolation,
Let it go,
And so fade away
Let it go,
And so fade away
I'm wide awake,
I'm wide awake,
Wide awake,
I'm not sleeping. Oh no, no.

- Bad, U2

The Life

On a day no different than today, a man awoke from his bed and looked up to the ceiling of his home. His simple, quaint house where he lived since he was 23. Life was good at that time, he remembered. But now...now life seemed non existent. It made no sense to continue living here, doing the same thing every single day. Life wasn't meant to be boring, life is so short you need to value each moment like the drop of water from a nearly empty cantine as you wander through the barren desert. So he left that house, just like that. He didn't pack a bag and leave a note for his family, or his friends, or his neighbors or anything. He just got up, got dressed, put on his hat, took the keys to his car and left his house without looking back once. He had put so much money into that home, and into his computer, and his television, and his collection of DVDs. He went to the airport, and his friend saw him there.
"Why, Frank, what are you doing here! I didn't know you were traveling today, you should have told me! Where are you off to?" he asked.
"I'm going to Japan." he replied plainly.
"Japan? You know Japanese, Frank?" he asked.
"No."
"Then why are you going there?" he asked Frank.
"Just because."
And with that he left his friend, bought a plane ticket to Tokyo, fell in love with a Japanese woman who knew English and they both lived in Japan for a month. Frank then left for Europe, leaving his now wife, who would not leave Japan. He was sad, but he was happier to keep moving. He continued this, sometimes meeting people, sometimes not. He traveled everywhere, 'just because.'

The End.

Hm.

Hm. Todos los dias trato de entender porque la gente de este pais son tan...simples. Todas las chinas bonitas so iguales. Todas tienen buen cuerpo, pero eso es todo..fuera de eso no tienen nada mas. No son interesantes, son mamonas, le joden la vida a uno, y de lo unico de que hablan son de tios buenos...es una guebonada completa. Porque no pueden ser como las chicas de Colombia? Todas son diferentes, todas tienen personalidad! Y los amigos, los amigos lo buscan a uno, lo llaman solo para ver como esta uno, como anda todo, o a ver si quisiera salir y jugar o hacer algo. Pero no, aqui en los Estados Unidos no es asi...todo el mundo es tan solo y los amigos se limitan a casualmente llamar por alguna tarea o la mierda que sea...es absurdo, yo creo. Pero va y viene, no importa, verdad? No puedo cambiarlo ni nada entonces sera esperar asta que me gradue, cuando termine mi educacion saldre de este maldito pais donde todo es raro y la gente es sola, y me ire con mi amiga, mi super querida amiga que siente lo mismo que yo, piensa lo mismo que yo. Saldremos juntos y pasaremos por el mundo y conoceremos las bellezas del mundo. Sera fantastico, ese dia. No puedo esperar...

Today Sucked. Majorly.

Today was one of the worst days I've had in school...and it's all Emily's fault. Well, no not really. I just wanted to use her as an excuse, because it's fun to do that. Makes people feel bad for a second, then they read on and see it isn't true. But she's probably going to take it the wrong way anyway because that's how she is. Unless she doesn't read this post..then well she won't get mad or happy or..ok sorry now I'm just blabbing. Hm. I think I should do my homework. Yeah, I'm gonna do that. and I'm gonna listen to Feel Good Inc. while I do it, so people, I'm out.

City's breaking down on a camel's back.
They just have to go cuz they don't hold back
So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see,
You won't get out the country cuz you're bad and free
You've got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style.
A meloncholy town where we never smile.
And all I wanna hear is the message beep.
My dreams, they've got to kiss because I don't get sleep, no..

BEEP BEEP

Windmill, windmill for the land,
Learn forever, hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride,
It is sticking, falling down.
Love forever, love is free
Let's turn forever, you and me.
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats,
Lining them up like ass cracks,
Ladies, homies, at the track, its my chocolate attack.
Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here
Care bear bumping in the heart of this here watch me as I gravitate
Hahahahahahaa.
Yo, we gonna go ghost town,this motown,with yo sound you're in the place
You gonna bite the dust
Can't fight with us
With yo soundyou kill the INC.
So don’t stop, get it, get it until you're cheddar header.
Yo, watch the way I navigate
Ahahahahahhaa!

This One's For The Friends

People, friends are something amazing. Not a day goes by I don't think about my friends, and all they mean to me. I really don't think people could ever get by without them. Cuz, no man is an island. You always need someone to talk to, to tell things to, to have fun with, everything. So, you know if you ever think that life isn't worth it or that what you have isn't good enough, just think of all the people that care about you and how they'd feel if you left. VALUE YOUR FRIENDS, PEOPLE. THEY'RE MORE THAN YOU THINK!

I Do Wonder Sometimes...

You know, peoples...sometimes I wonder. I wonder why girls lie. Then again I wonder about a lot of stuff...doesn't mean I'll ever find out. I just wish they were straight-out, true. Like people are supposed to be. Don't you think? I mean seriously, don't you think everything would be easier if girls didn't lie because they feel like it, or cuz they're bored, or cuz they don't really want to tell how they feel. Just makes me wonder sometimes, you know? I'm not saying everyone's like that, of course. There are some that aren't like that. Just wish life was a little simpler, is all.

Simplemente quisiera saber porque dicen mentiras, las chinas..pero bueno, no importa.

A tout a l'heure!