Logic has no imagination
"Failing isn't the end of the world. Quitting is."
- moi?
"At the end of this, no one will remember what you said. But people will remember what you do."
- Arthur Smith, C.E.O. of GS1 Canada
"i want what all men want. i just want it more."
- Kobe Bryant
"Heart is what separates the good from the great"
- Michael Jordan
"Sometimes...
only the struggle makes it worth it...
only the pain makes it sweet...
and only victory is the answer"
- Nike
"When that blood gets riled up, you're still going to see some of what they say is immaturity."
"It's not what you know. It's what you can prove."
-Denzel Washington in Training Day
Lyrics:
Kanye West - I Wonder
Find your dreams come true
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
[chorus]
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means to find your dreams
I've been waiting on this my whole life
These dreams be waking me up at night
You say I think I'm never wrong
You know what, maybe you're right, aight
[chorus]
You say he get on your fucking nerves
You hope that he get what he deserves, word
Do you even remember what the issue is
You just trying to find where the tissue is
You can still be who you wish you is
It ain't happen yet
And that's what the intuition is
When you hop back in the car
Drive back to the crib
Run back to their arms
The smokescreens
The chokes and the screams
You ever wonder what it all really mean
[chorus]
And I'm back on my grind
A psychic read my lifeline
Told me in my lifetime
My name would help light up the Chicago skyline
And that's what I'm
Seven o'clock, that's primetime
Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hot lines
Why he keep giving me hot lines
I'm a star, how could I not shine
How many ladies in the house
How many ladies in the house without a spouse
Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused
What you about
On that independent shit
Trade it all for a husband and some kids
You ever wonder what it all really mean
You ever wonder if you'll find your dreams
Monday, March 31, 2008
i went to sleep in a crappy mood
i just woke up in a crappy mood..
it just sucks when everything i worked for can be erased because of 1 stupid term.. so tainted... i feel so dirty and nasty because of this... get this imperfection away...
i was thinking.. there are butterfaces... like girls with nice bodies but fugly faces.. but are there male equivalents? i cant really think of any...
i think girls have greater extremes.. they can be really hot or friggin fugly... guys are more moderate... alright looking, not that great looking.. but rarely hot or fugly.. or am i totally wrong?
but butterfaces.. there is one pure butterface... i see this guy sometimes when i workout.. and saw him again this morning.. he looks like friggin butterbean, the boxer.. huge jackass that i cant stand.. vanity is thy name butterface.. he works out and keeps staring at his pecs.. im pretty sure thats all he works out.. always staring at the mirror, or at ANY girl walks by, tall/short/fat/thin/fugly/hot.. literally staring.. in a creepy way.. im creeped out and im not even being stared at... if i had to choose anyone at mac to go on a crazy rampage, it would be this guy.. total lunatic. im afraid of his potential for stupidity and craziness
about 3 years ago, i partially tore 3 ligaments in my ankle playing basketball.. i jumped up for the ball and the side of my ankle landed on the opponent's foot... i was out for 3-4 weeks.. during the 3-4 weeks i had the greatest urge to play and it didnt help to see my team lose out there in games we could've won...
i should've been out 6-8 weeks but i didnt know it and i couldnt do it.. i came back and struggled like hell... but it felt so good to play the game.. i missed the game.. even helped the team get to the championship finals.. but we lost.. it was a good run
except, it made my ankle worse.. im still feeling the effects now, 3 years later
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i miss the game.. i yearn to play the game again
but this game is harsh.. this could injure me much worse than what happened to my ankle.. it could kill me...
it's like a sick cycle carousel... just goes around and around and around. the opponent is vicious
i'll probably just go in circles and circles and circles
but maybe thats what i want
just to play the game again, regardless of the outcome
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i know whats good for me. i know whats bad for me. i know where the line is. but i will cross it whenever i want.
this faggot derek fisher tries to play the good guy. how fucking convenient for him to leave the jazz and sign with, guess who, his old team, the lakers
i've hated him since day 1. when he hit the 0.4 shot. when he cried like a faggot when the lakers lost in the 02-03 playoffs
i cant fucking stand the fags who try to portray a good reputation/persona in public when really they're one of faggoty fags
if you're a fag, act like one. i wont mind
others who are similar:
cristiano ronaldo phil mickelson roger clemens tom brady ppl at mcmaster novak dorkovic etc. will add to the list as more come to mind
i feel obligated to blog.... why? there's no such thing as obligation...
i am far behind on emails... why? cause i procrastinate in everything i do... i can write half an email and then just quit and play scrabble or something..
im more productive at school when i sleep less....
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any remix of chris brown's with you SUCKS
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rediscovering eminem...
they call me superman... leap tall hoes in a single bound, im single now, got no ring on this finger now... la la la la you dont want that, neither do i, i dont wanna flip when i see you with guys, too much pride, between you and i, not a jealous man, but females lieeeeeeee saturday through sunday monday.. monday through sunday yo
though the girls arent THAT hot.. but the douchebags are definitely douchebags
i played with a couple of them tonight in ball.
mother eff
im all blogged out after talking to housemates. dont ppl hate complaining about something in person then having to write it out on a blog or vice versa?
so at practice, we did a circuit workout with sprints at the end... x2
so we line up to do sprints... this 1 guy is running and out of energy each sprint.. then on the last one, the coach is telling them to push it, so he picks it up a bit and runs hard... a lot faster than his previous ones...
coach says good job...
but im thinking.... wtf
if you can run that fast at the end, you're not really trying your hardest the first few sprints... you dont improve by going all out at the end and half assing it all the other times.. you improve by going all out all the time...
i dont want to live my life all at the end.. i want to live it all out all the time
so i was supposed to go from my group meeting to a few hours of studying then tai chi....
well.. what happened was... group meeting which led to 10mins of joking.. which led to going to shoot and work on my fts with a group member.. which turned out to be 3 hours of pickup bball.. in.. a raggity tshirt, sweat pants, and shoes that look like i stole them from a bum... and of course, my housemates dragged me out of tai chi.. there goes $4 wasted
and now my ankle hurts. and i'd rather play chess.. and i havent done any studying.. i dont wanna do another allnighter.. eff
i effin played about 5, 6 games of chess in person yesterday... won 5, and the other was a draw..
played 2 games at once for the first time.. interesting how grandmasters play simuls with 20 ppl
the draw was with a random.. i had the upper hand on pieces, he had the upper hand on position.. and he could've taken me if he was any better.. i made stupid mistakes.. only took the draw because i didnt have all day and he was slow and wanted to socialize with everyone who walked by while flirting with this girl
