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| UltiMuzzy: u see the new hp yet?
aZn KUTE panda: yup
aZn KUTE panda: did you
UltiMuzzy: nah we might go see it tommorow
UltiMuzzy: how is it
aZn KUTE panda: it was good i thought
aZn KUTE panda: they left out a lot though
aZn KUTE panda: so that was sad
UltiMuzzy: ooo liek usualy
UltiMuzzy: does HP still ahve that lip quiver??
aZn KUTE panda: lol yes
UltiMuzzy: ARGH DAAAM
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| A lot of us spend our free time thinking about the ultimate question: What is the meaning of life?
personally i think its a rather stupid question. i dont think its
something that you can really explain in words. and when we do try to
explain it, sometimes it ends up jsut draining the life out of the
person, because then eveyrthing they like to do, exercise, playing
music, prayI think the meaning of
life, or life itself is something you have to feel. if you don't feel
it your lost. For example, faith, you can't prove God and
heaven exists, you just gotta feel it. and if you don't feel faith,
then I hope its somethiing, or spending time with close friends seems
pointless. people have tried to figure this out since the
beginning of time, and we're still figuring out, either no one came up
with something concrete, or just soemthing that everyoen can agree
with. It's too general of a question to be agree upon, and its going to
be different for everybody.
It's not something you can pinpoint and explaining else, it doesn't matter how important or
valid it is to other people it just needs to be something to keep you
going. Eventually the truth will come to you. well thats what i think at the moment
EDIT
I was about to delete this entry, cuz of the first sentence but i'll
just say i dont think its a stupid question, thats a bad way of putting
it. its actually a really good thing that people think about it, it
leads to enlightenment, but the opinion throughtout the rest of entry
still stands.
-i was watching Prince of Egypt today, and he said that the great thing
about freedom, is that a person can live his life his own way, and with
dignity. I always thought about what we do with freedom, and that makes
perfect sense.
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| this is song is perfect for right now
im tired, im lonely and cold in my room
ive been fuckin studying and doing hw all weekend (taste of ink is getting old)
but hey im alive
Is it worth it can you even hear me
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it coming
While I'm standing in the river drowning
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free
So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this
And won't you think I'm pretty
When I'm standing top the bright lit city
And I'll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there to so you can see
As long as you're alive and care
I promise I will take you there
And we'll drink and dance the night away
So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this
savor every moment of this
As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there
As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there
And won't you think I'm pretty
When I'm standing top the bright lit city
And I'll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there to so you can see
As long as you're alive and care
I promise I will take you there
So Long as you're alive and care
I promise I will take you there
So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this
Savor every moment of this
Savor every moment of this | | |
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On my way
I would like to reach out my hand
ombe seyo ombe tell you to run
bobode see bobodeyam
Well Pick me up with golden hands
ombe seyo ombe tell you to run
bobode see bobodeyam
Well i would like to hold my little hand
we will run we will, we will crawl we will
send me on my way
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| i just farted in the science wing computer lab
it smells REALLY bad
..i jsut thought id share that with you
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