Monday, December 20, 2004
"You've got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone
Though childhood slips like sand through a sieve
And all too soon they've up and grown, and then they've flown
And it's too late for you to give"
--- "A Man Has Dreams," Mary Poppins

hmmm, i've never quoted lyrics before... but i think it correctly expresses the way i feel right about now... way out w/ some olds friends today... can't help feeling the feeling that i'm trying to grasp the sand falling through my sieve... hmmm... tired... trying to solve a puzzle... losing sleep.. hehez... annoying... oh yeah im sickish too gahhh... i should really sleep... i ono... today was good i guess... no actually it was good... ate at CA (instead of CV -_-;;) ... yeah, good stuff... maan... sometimes i don't knoe why i write this n/e more... maybe its my hope that some one might stumble across this... yeah, was searching my name on google... most random link was someone who had quoted a quote i sent to forward garden... heh... kinda sad, juss to make sure im remembered... sometimes.... i think thats what it is... i don't want to be forgotten... by JH friends, by high school friends, by stranger i had a conversation w/ today, by some one who randomly stumbles on my blog, by i ono... watched "the notebook" (i2hub whoooo) ... yeah guuys really right, something like this: "I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect, I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who had ever lived." (maan, i'm quoting alot of things today...) yeah... i guess it isn't too bad, juss... iono...