You find interesting things, when you don't mean to look.

I was cleaning my room yesterday, and i found two letters that two of the most important people wrote to me in the past. The ironic thing is that I will never see them again...

Your pictures and your letters may again disappear, but your memories and the times that we spent together will not. I love both of you, I only wish that I had just one more chance to say goodbye...

one usually doesn't take the time to think of the more important things in life.

friendship, an important aspect, is usually taken for granted.

Hoon, this is for you...

if you were around, i'd kick your ass. but there isn't anything that i can do right now. you left man... and though i'm sure that we'll see each other again, i can't help but to shed another tear when i remember the times that spent together. it doesn't seem that long ago that some tall fob guy came to live with us... i know we had our differences but that's all in the past, and we both knew that that shit didn't really matter, that we were both friends.. closer then that.. like brothers. you were there for me man, though you may not have thought so, those times that you helped me out, all those times that we spent talking about problems... i'm just not so sure if i was able to return the favour. i went to your memorial service the other day. you know the realization of you being gone didn't hit me until i saw your picture in front of the casket. as i dropped the flower onto your coffin, i cried for you. and i wispered a silent prayer for you and your family. i'm sorry but it was the only thing i could do for you.. this post on xanga is hardly the recognition that you deserve, again i'm sorry that this is all i can do... but i'll promise you that i'll keep praying for you and your family. you'll be in my heart and my memories. the good times and the bad times that we shared together. i love you man and i miss you. Rest in Peace bro...

how long can people go on without facing the problems that they have?

pretending, actually, trying to convince yourself that everything is okay, that things will get better...

one thing that i have learned is that nothing good ever comes out of suppressing one's anger.

however knowledge and practice are two different things, it's like apples and oranges.

i suppose that the difficult part is applying the knowledge that you have to practice. but in my case it just never seems to work out.

i'd rather talk things out then put my fists up and fight, and to some that may seem to be the better solution.

but there are times when words can't solve problems...

sometimes i envy those that let their actions speak for them, without having to worry about the consequences.

i would like to courages and spontaneous once in a while in hopes that it will give a dynamic twist to my somewhat "blah" personality...

i'm so sad

it seems a pity that whatever i contribute to this page is left to be read by myself... and possibly a couple other people...

but i suppose that it's alright considering that what i have to say isn't all that brilliant to begin with...

to the other person that reads this post: cheers, and thanks for dropping by...

Xanga

mmm... i like crayons...

sometimes i spin in a circle really really really fast and then i get dizzy