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Name: Daniel
Birthday: 1/16/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: I love to talk. I love to think. I love to eat. What I love the most is when I talk to my friends about thinking and eating. Hahaha. And I love to go running and snowboarding. woot woot.
Occupation: College Student
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Member Since:
5/11/2004
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| Danny knew what was up.
http://www.wimp.com/coupleromance/
I loved every word that came out of his mouth
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| It must be sad to be a particle of light...
as it proceeds on its lonely trek, its flight of blight
cast away from its maternal star, from its friends, lovers, and family
it spends its time wondering ," why wont ... why can't ... anyone notice me?
Can't people see that I'm the fastest thing to be?
maybe there is something else...maybe I was made inadequately... "
the tiny particle travels, saddened but works relentless
hoping that someday his journey wont be fruitless
with each passing year it wonders its life purpose..
constantly reassuring " no no, this can't be it , it can't just end like this...
I was made to be with someone, but right now I feel so soulless...
Is this how life is supposed to be: so pointless?"
but whats this? this dark circle that it spies?
can it be something to notice it, a beautiful set of human eyes?
finally the particle dies happily, thinking it was providing something sensory
little did it know that it would only be a spec in some girl's memory
nothing really mattered, try as it might
It must be sad to be a particle of light...
muse of the night jc
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its simple
Props to ConwayPA from reddit | | |
| Lets live life to the fullest
fck yeah. | | |
| When I was about fourteen my mom, being the typical Asian helicopter parent she was, decided that it was time for me to take a career placement test. Apparently in her world, people at the tender age of fourteen needed to have already planned for the rest of their lives. sigh~ asian parents, you gotta love them. So anyway she pays this legit Korean Agency (why do these things always have to be Korean for crying out loud) for me to take a test to figure out which career would best suit me. I'll never forget the analysis the 'professional' gave me: "Daniel, your test shows that you are a very mild mannered person. You don't really show any passion for a specific career, as they are all borderline of hateit or loveit." I remember thinking at that time "WELL THATS WHY I TOOK THIS FUCKING TEST: SO THAT YOU COULD TELL ME." Anyway, he proceeded by telling me which careers the test said I would 'kind-of' match.
The first option was to be a Dentist. He warned me that the life of a dentist was dull and repetitive. I was actually considering looking into this career path until he mention that the mundane nature of the job was "probably why the suicide rate for denists is so high."
The second option was to be a priest or pastor. He said that the only defining trait of me was that I am very outgoing. The only problem with this was that I grew up with my mom's family as Buddhist and my dad's as Christians and thus was not very religious or spiritual. I do think about religion often, don't get me wrong. Its just who wants a pastor that is not confident and always questioning their religion? Yeah, exactly. In my mind, when it comes to religion, its all out or nothing at all.
The third option was to be a clown, an option which made me want to slap the test giver. I mean my mom paid money to hear that her son should grow up to be a clown? Really?
No, what she did pay for was to hear the 'professional' tell me " basically, Daniel, you have to learn to love something."
learn to love something.
These four words have honestly haunted me ever since. What did they imply? What did this mean about me as a person? Will I never really learn to love something, or someone for that matter? Am I so stoic, so content with it all, so void of any extreme emotion that I won't be able to experience something that everyone in the world seems to be after?
Looking back to it, half a decade later, I am saddened to realize that not much has changed and that I have yet to learn to love something.
Currently it is two in the morning. I am at a pretty awesome university majoring in computer engineering ( god, that career test was seriously worthless) and I am thinking to myself : what do I love? Parents and family aside, I really can't say I am enthused about much. Coding is pretty interesting and it makes me happy when I understand things in my physics or electrical engineering courses, but I'm not in love with my major. I've never had a girlfriend (which was sadly a Thanksgiving dinner topic... damnit) and I've only been really really interested in a handful of girls (maybe like 4 max).
So lets see...career-wise, I think I'll be content. My nonexistent love life- I think about it, but I don't let it bother me too much. So overall, I'm pretty content. You know whats the bad part about this? Because I'm content, I don't know if I will go out of my way to find something better. Why risk losing my contentment?! Why risk looking for a job only to find out that my dream job makes a measly 10k a year? Why risk going for that girl I think is cute only to be heartbroken (god, I am so bad with girls)? I'm content with where I am now. Being content is not bad, but its not good either. Sigh. Even though I am content, I wish I end up having a kick ass job. I wish I find, and be with, someone who I truly care about. I wish I learn to love something.
side note: you know who had a shitload of passion? Who was always truly happy? Enthused with life?
Clement Tsai. Rest in Peace bro. During your vigil, I said I wanted to be more like you when it came to knowing what I wanted, and being passionate about it. I still have a lot to learn. miss you. | | |
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