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Name: Victor
Location: Philippines
Birthday: 1/8/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Gathering my tears, then I enjoy beading them together, to make a necklace of emotion...
Expertise: Crying, yes the tears flow, oh so freely
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/6/2003
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| God isolation, how I savor thee. I always find reason to hate my peers with a passion.
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| A few days ago, my Dad, was taken by his impulsions and decided
it would be a great idea to bring home two birds, lovely birds as pets.
Naturally I found out the same way I always hear about news in this
household, through terrifying discovery. Well, I'm guessing that my mom
might have slipped in a comment or two on the ride home, but the ride
home is my fantasy time, and fantasy time comes first. So I get home,
walk through the front door, and there they are, and this is exactly what happened so help me God, as
I walked in they stopped chirping their happy songs and turned their
heads in unision to give this death stare, a death stare that only a bird could give.
My mom soon followed me in and as soon as they saw her they began to
chippy chirp and tweet like the world was made of worms. I soon realized
my fear was terribly exagerated, the birds where in a
cage! hah! How could they possibly harm me? Hahaha!, I at once
began to taunt the birds by pointing and sneering, it was a very
liberating moment, well it was untill...they began to laugh, not a
sweet melodic laugh, but satanic and high pitched, my birds were
laughing at me (somewhere a girl screamed). Alfred hitchcock would of been proud. | | |
| Im a man's man, yea thats right I'm tough.
Oh yes, oh yes, I am now officially considered a loser by the
immaculate rules of the almighty southville incrowd. God forbid I enjoy
pink lungs and a healthy liver. So this one guy, lets call him King
Cool, alright this guy is slinking around the classroom from person to
person and I have no idea what he's up to. We'll needless to say I'm
the last person KC gets too (I sit in the back, its where the uncool
work on codes and underground support groups) so he comes up to
me looking around like some retarded james bond on crack. He kneels
beside my desk and leans in real close, REAL close. I'm already
breathing from the side of my mouth just to avoid swapping dna. To
finally break the homosexual tension he opens his mouth and says, "Hey
man, you want some...Altoids?" I mumble a quick reply to the floor, my
knees are already shaking, his coolness is so powerful, I could smell
it.
Wait, it gets better. So he reaches in his pocket,
and there it is, an altoids pack glimmering with pride to be able to
carry such precious drops of sugary joy that make my mouth go "Hey, Its
good to be a mouth". My hands quiver and my eyes gleam as he prys open
the small lid, but my excitment quickly turns to fear as I realize,
there are no altoids, instead laying there, defiantly, is a box of
cigs. This man just took the cool, to a whole new level. This man
should of run for president. I would of voted for him, it would of been
the cool thing to do.
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| Inspiration, the key to unlocking the talents that delve deep into ourselves, as fleeting as a ghost and more powerful then the oceans. What in this world of ours inspires us to write, to draw, and create? In truth we are only living untill the glory age of 18, thus we stop growing and begin the long and subtle death, called life. When you look back on days long past, what do you see? What does it mean to you? Did yesterday leave any profound effect on your life? What is the purpose of a day if nothing lasting comes from it? What of a life? They say your life is measured in the gifts you leave your children, the things that go beyond your time on earth, the ones that impact and change lives for the better. Do not live life for the moment. For if you do then you limit your life to just that, a moment. Once gone your life will only be remebered by a few, no tears would be shed. Yet, if you could live life the way it was meant to be experienced, with purpose. Then you would live on, not in the memories of others, but in the changes you made in others, you will live through them. | | |
| What have we turned eprops into? What have we done? No longer is it a symbol of prestige or honor, now its a cheap way of getting people to visit your site! God lord Almighty what have we done? We have cheapened the ways of the props! To what purpose does this drive at? Sometimes I get the feeling that xanga is just one large prop race, the number of prop monkeys is rising while the thoughtful writers of the day are slowly driffting away realzing their potential elsewhere, Xanga is no longer a place for ideas to be shared or methods to be swapped, but now it is just a large diary for the average person to post their day. People have screamed and flamed me for some of my enteries, they have written long paragraphs of why I should just crawl under a rock or play on the street. But you know what? My enteries have provoked the human spirit, it has stirred the mind into a frenzy of debate, though albeit it did take some low blows to do so, this is what xanga is all about, a place where people put their ideas and thoughts in the arena to be jeered and sneered at or to be cheered and celebrated. Do not let xanga become a cheap online diary for people to declare to the world how mediocre their lives have become. | | |
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