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Interests: -ICHIBAN-VIDEO GAMES !!!YAY!!! HURRAHH!!!!
-reading textbooks : ( homework >8(
-anime - go NARUTO!!! NANDE DATTEBAYO!!!
-eating, sleeping, pooping, more sleeping,breathing
-art - drawing, painting, etc.
-music - classical, string quartets, video game music (nobuo uetmatsu)
-girls, too bad I can't talk to them T_T
Expertise: Computers: current certifications = A+, Net+
currently studying for Server+
Academics: I'm Asian, I can't help it...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  drgnntz
MSN: stanky_socks@yahoo.com
Member Since:
9/2/2004
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| I'm a failure at life...3 freaking weeks and all I have accomplished is sleeping for at least 12 hours a day and eating tons of watermelon. And whats with this porno like spam on my guestbook, which I deleted | | |
| I ponder the meaning of one's existence. I came to the conclusion
that one's existence has no meaning. With the way people
disregard the lives of others, as well as their own lives, it is
obvious that they have not yet found a reason to live.
Furthermore, our existences do not matter. Whether we live or
die, it does not matter. When a person dies, he is forgotten in a
matter of a few decades. Even memories fade with time, and with
that, the last trace of that person fades away from this Earth.
So why do we keep on living when we can obviously see there is no point
in going on? I believe the answer to this question is love.
Because we were created to be with God, any search to validify one's
existence on this earth will result in failure, the reason being that
the purpose of our existence can only be found in heaven. We keep
on living so that we can find God's love in this desolate world.
I think this explains the notion of love. True love is the one
emotion that can really ever bring happiness to anyone; being loved and
loving someone just feels right. And I believe it feels right
because through the love we recieve and give to our fellow humans, we
can see a glimpse of the love God has for us. I think that
explains another aspect of love. Love causes as much pain as it
does joy. You know you love someone when you can feel intense
pain because of that person, not only intense joy. I think the
reason for this is because through the love we have for each other, we
see a glimpse of God's love, the ultimate love, but we have no way of
fully experiencing it because of the seperation between heaven and
earth, and this causes us intense pain and loneliness while we are on
this earth. I think therefore I am. Your logic can validify
the fact that you
exist, but it does nothing to validify the reason you exist. So I
reached this conclusion instead, without love, existence is
meaningless. Without God's love, love is meaningless.
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| Once again, you cannot fully experience America until you go to
college, a world of exciting adventures, stupidity, crime, and
STD's. It seems with all my roommate has gone through here at
UIUC, he is more American than me, and it also seems like he will one
day come to avenge his being violated over and over again by taking
over as president (or dictator *cough*commy*cough*). Now, my
roommate, Rohan, is from India and did not know what to expect of
America or of Americans. This changed a couple of days ago; he
got the full experience of AMERICA! It was late at night, around
5 A.M. where I had finished my qouta of insane homework for the day and
was relaxing by watching an episode of Witch Hunter Robin. (Since
I am Korean, my conclusion is that I have to love doing homework,
watching anime, playing star craft, and eating rice with kimchi).
My roommate, the studious Rohan who studies for fun, was of course
asleep at this hour. Suddenly, I hear the door creeping open as
in a horror movie, and I slowly turn around and what do I find? A
WHITE PERSON!!!!! I'm like...uh...what's going
on...eh...whatever. The white person came waltzing in, pretty
hairy, and in only his boxers. Now my Asian blood gave me an
intimate knowledge of KungFu so I wasn't afraid at all. Now comes
the funny part. This white dude, pulled Rohan out of his bed,
climbed up, and fell fast asleep. A couple minutes later, the RA we
called came up and woke this stranger up. To make this already
long story short, the whitey left. Rohan climbed back up to sleep
but he recoiled in shock! I asked out of curiosity, "Rohan,
what's wrong." Rohan replied, "my bed is wet," and proceeded to
weep. Enough said. The white guy had invaded Rohan's bed,
fell asleep, and pissed on his bed. Now Rohan has found this fact
out about Americans I knew along time ago, they like to piss on
everything and on everyone, both figuratively and literally. Sad
but true. Its also been 2 days since the front desk said they
would change the mattress. Rohan had reached another conclusion,
Americans like to screw everyone, especially brown people named Rohan.
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| Today the funniest thing happened. I was sleeping and I awoke to
sound of someone knocking on my dorm door. As I was rubbing my
eyes, two policemen walked in...I was like WHAT THE FREAKING
HELL!!!!!!! Those cops told us that someone had complained
they smelled weed coming from our room. We were like..."uh no
way", because both my roomie and I were minority engineers. Those
cops took one look at us, one whiff of our room, and they were like
"...sorry dudes, wrong room." I bet they were laughing at
us. We were like the nerdy drug free versions of Harold and
Kumar. That really made my day...another unique experience in
college.
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