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Who am I

Jace
Nov. 2, 1982

I am a normal person. At least that is what I know about myself. 

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Basketball: Bowling: Billiards: Badminton: Soccer: Wall Climbing: Swimming: Cycling: Martial Arts: Dancing: Sleeping: Hanging out with Friends: Drinking Beer with Friends: Playing video games: Playing video games with Friends: Malling: Bar Hopping: KTV : Surfing the Internet: Playing Around: Kidding Around: Deep Thinking: Daydreaming:

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Friday, September 21, 2007

Favors VS Experience

What is the feeling when you see someone who is not worthy of being recognized, be taken up on a pedestal? What is the feeling of knowing that you are better... stronger.. faster... smarter... or simply, more worthy than this person? Seems to be an awful thought. But shit happens, so deal with it? OH HELL NO!

This world is pretty much different from how it was before. It's not what you do but whom you know. If you are friends with a whole lot of influential people, you get to go places.

Sorry to those who have tried so hard to get to where they are. Sorry to those who have spent most of their lives in trying so hard to be recognized. This shit is for real and it's slowly eating up all the good things in this world. Sorry for those who have sacrificed a big deal but gain nothing. -- Tss... freakin ridiculous.

I beg to differ. I will never accept favors and sell my soul. I will never accept acknowledgement without proving myself first. I don't even give a fuck about what other people say. I just do what I need to do and that is it. If I get recognized, fine... thanks. If I go unnoticed, who the hell cares? Work harder.

All I know is that I'm on my own track -- doing what I gotta do to survive. All I care about is the people around me -- the people I call my friends. I gain friends by caring and reaching out. I don't have friends to collect and use, and dispose off when everything is done. It's so frustrating to see someone who treats other people like freakin whores.

I am strong... I am fast... but I know I will never be better than everybody. That stupid thought is ridiculous. All I know is that I have to be better than I was yesterday. It drives me to strive for self-perfection. It helps me to stay the humble but still be better than myself. I don't need to compare myself with anybody else. Because I know I'm different. I run my own pace and I get by, slowly flying high. I will never seek favors from friends ... damn that's so low.

Sucks to know that one day you will be up there but you know nothing about your current stature. I dun ever wanna know how that feels. I will climb that mountain... I will realize true accomplishment when I get to the top. I will toil... I will bleed... I will sacrifice. I will get to places with my own two goddamn feet.

This is who I fuckin am... this is who I fuckin promise to be.

poisoned_____5:15 AM

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