And I've collected all these thoughts
And I'm dying just to lose them
And if Your words are true or not
I'll die trying to prove them
But I'll just have to accept
That my mind is so inept
And the only thing that's left
For me to do is trust You
Convince me
Because I really need your help
Convince me
Because I can't see this for myself
I'll put the emphasis on the evidence
Begging for the proof
Sometimes the hardest thing to believe is the truth
This is so unnerving
I know You've never lied to me before
But the things You're telling me
I can't yet believe
Yet can't ignore
But I'll just have to accept
That my mind is so inept
And the only thing that's left
For me to do is trust You
I'll put the emphasis on the evidence
Begging for the proof
Sometimes the hardest thing to believe is the truth
And since we've placed our lives into Your hands
Confide in what You'll do
Sometimes the hardest thing to believe is the truth
It's a world full of cynics
We say to stay alive in it
You got to stick with what you know
But the soul is always aching
For the heart to start taking
A chance by letting go
So let go
Let go
Sometimes the hardest thing to believe is the truth
And since we've placed our lives into Your hands
Confide in what You'll do
And sometimes when you're trying to sleep
And all your doubts and your faith don't agree
It's because sometimes the hardest thing to believe is the truth
10.28.2006
10.19.2006
10.11.2006
Chinese Essay-ness
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8:50 AM
Here are two guys, Bob and Larry. No, they're not the veggies.
Bob and Larry went to the same school since they were whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school.
They both floated along with the system attaining average grades, weren't really involved passionately in anything in school, etc. They were effectively invisible.
Bob decides to go to university (Which is possible even with average grades. Really.) and continues to study something he's not interested in at all, which he has been doing since a little after whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school. He then goes on to make big bucks without actually using much of the stuff he's learnt, but was required to know for unknown reasons. He hates his job (lack of a life).
Larry, like Bob, realises he's been studying something he's not interested in at all since a little after whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school, and becomes bored with the paper trail that can only mean more meaningless study, quits school at 17. He loafs around the rest of his life, disillusioned. He hates his life (lack of a job).
They both die.
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That's not exactly the end, but that's another post.
The point is. THEY'RE BOTH DUMBASSES.
Obviously, this isn't that obvious. Yet. You want to either ask me about this and be prepared for a long rant or just wait for another time when I can frame my thoughts properly and try not to sound too immature or unrealistic about how this came crashing down on me a little after whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school.
Ok, fine. Quite a while after.
FIND YOUR -NESS. PLS. L2P
Bob and Larry went to the same school since they were whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school.
They both floated along with the system attaining average grades, weren't really involved passionately in anything in school, etc. They were effectively invisible.
Bob decides to go to university (Which is possible even with average grades. Really.) and continues to study something he's not interested in at all, which he has been doing since a little after whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school. He then goes on to make big bucks without actually using much of the stuff he's learnt, but was required to know for unknown reasons. He hates his job (lack of a life).
Larry, like Bob, realises he's been studying something he's not interested in at all since a little after whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school, and becomes bored with the paper trail that can only mean more meaningless study, quits school at 17. He loafs around the rest of his life, disillusioned. He hates his life (lack of a job).
They both die.
-
That's not exactly the end, but that's another post.
The point is. THEY'RE BOTH DUMBASSES.
Obviously, this isn't that obvious. Yet. You want to either ask me about this and be prepared for a long rant or just wait for another time when I can frame my thoughts properly and try not to sound too immature or unrealistic about how this came crashing down on me a little after whatever-age-parents-start-deciding-to-send-their-kids-to-school.
Ok, fine. Quite a while after.
FIND YOUR -NESS. PLS. L2P
10.08.2006
A first post
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5:28 PM
Ha. Ha. To those who got the joke for my blog title.
Well. For those who thought I'd never blog: yes, I'm disappointed too. But since I don't actually say much in person aside from all the nonsense, this is probably one place you'd get to look at the 'proper' stuff (or more nonsense, if you prefer).
First off, this blog will not actually be me. Sad but true for the stalker-types out there. It will probably consist of too well thought out posts (hopefully) that will remove all intimacy (term here used very loosely) whatsoever. Stalker-types: You probably know where I live, what my phone number is, what my email is, where I am during the week, etc. That should be sufficient, I think.
Heh. That is to say, this blog isn't going to be a journal of any kind where I'm going to pour out my soul with its deepest darkest secrets. Not online anyway. It's also not going to be some shallow crap either, i.e. whether I brush my teeth or not every morning is going to remain a mystery.
Still, I resolve to make this blog one where I'm going to express my opinions and what I believe is Truth. This will be a place where hopefully people will come and interact with ideas responsibly, and THINK. Its aspiring to be a mental gym of sorts. (Yes, you can laugh about this in school.)
So. Here goes. If I ever deviate from this badly done manifesto, I hope people like you will prod me back on the right track.
GO RCKY!
Well. For those who thought I'd never blog: yes, I'm disappointed too. But since I don't actually say much in person aside from all the nonsense, this is probably one place you'd get to look at the 'proper' stuff (or more nonsense, if you prefer).
First off, this blog will not actually be me. Sad but true for the stalker-types out there. It will probably consist of too well thought out posts (hopefully) that will remove all intimacy (term here used very loosely) whatsoever. Stalker-types: You probably know where I live, what my phone number is, what my email is, where I am during the week, etc. That should be sufficient, I think.
Heh. That is to say, this blog isn't going to be a journal of any kind where I'm going to pour out my soul with its deepest darkest secrets. Not online anyway. It's also not going to be some shallow crap either, i.e. whether I brush my teeth or not every morning is going to remain a mystery.
Still, I resolve to make this blog one where I'm going to express my opinions and what I believe is Truth. This will be a place where hopefully people will come and interact with ideas responsibly, and THINK. Its aspiring to be a mental gym of sorts. (Yes, you can laugh about this in school.)
So. Here goes. If I ever deviate from this badly done manifesto, I hope people like you will prod me back on the right track.
GO RCKY!
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