LK82

It is very much like entering a store except one goes to a store with the intention of buying something or window shopping. I would imagine we all have our different reasons for coming to this site. Either way, a good topic which fires up certain feelings in a few or brings comfort to others can be welcoming at times. I wouldn’t call it sudden. I see it more like a self paced approach to asking personal questions. Plus, I’m sure there are others who find interest in similar questions, maybe I can be their ice-breaker.

Better version of the one above. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrH-7phF5MQ...feature=related Tiesto intro- Popsicle 2008.

P.S Seems like you read alot of poems...is it part of your education or just a hobbie?

Would you like for me to be in charge of "Damage control" your thoughts may provoke?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFKk5Je4dc8 Tiesto- Popsicle 2008. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDte6K_TmOQ LilWayne-Lolipop

Thanks Em. I was thinking about pharmaceutical law, or criminal defense. My decision will be based solely on the amount of money involved. I've heard from some people who are disappointed with their chosen career, yet a majority of them wouldn’t be as unhappy if their compensation was rewarding enough. I have another week to decide which path I will take. If I choose Law then I'll major in English, if not then ill major in Engineering and branch off to either mechanical or electrical.

ADHD huh, now there is a thought. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

Inchu mnam MosJan?

Past Living. A shadow of fatigue, in a step too short, for a walk that needs no move This love has faded away, leaving a bloody stain on her heart Her diamond sparkling eyes were the largest he had ever seen. Shinning like a reflection of stars off a crisp and calm sea. Such beauty and mysteriosity in the depths of her eyes Yet she searched for a scent of affection, and a glimpse of some hope That just maybe, he might once again feel the same way too. Sensing a cold, and dark blue colored sea With no port for her heart and no harbor for her soul Out in the storm of life a castaway and ashamed Lost in the farthest reaches of life, in solitude this lonely day Searching herself she’s roamed his mind she’s in it in every way She’s in it every day, how she has poisoned the channel From her heart to his mind Sooner she would take a drop of death then to see this end with another. Floating thru the air in a vision of love not knowing this vision is through. Failing to understand that once loved, always broken are you. Levon K.

* Mental note, Ashot talks loud * Yes lavem Ash jan, du vonces?

I’m not interested in the entrepreneurial thing anymore, not without an education. Either engineering (No Sip, not a janitorial engineer) or Law can provide an opportunity to still be an entrepreneur, except on a different level.

A topic about a topic? As you wish, rest assured my two-cents will be thrown in.

Why are you writing in large caps, does that mean youre screaming? There are no red dots on my forehead are you hallucinating?

What is your profesion or what are you studying to become. I'm thinking either law or my newly found interest in engineering. The only problem I have with engineering is that the pay is not very good. Even engineers who work for Boeing only make about 70k to 80k a year after working there for several years.

Just a small Part of something I wrote for my class.... A mother sits on the cold soiled earth with nothing but a thin dress made of cloth and a shawl covering her head. She holds her child in her arm’s gently, with a touch of firmness to keep the infant warm. She sits with tears dropping from her eyes from the hunger in her stomach, yet she doesn’t regret feeding her last piece of bread to her infant that she loves so dearly. Sitting on the ground her mind storms for how she will feed her infant the following day. The woman is exhausted from her thoughts, yet she does not sleep, she prefers to think her night through. As the hours of the night become smaller while those who are not hungry sleep through. Hunger and man go hand in hand as its pain is not lonely it is our friend. To whom do we owe thanks for the gift of life when silence is given in return of sorrow. As a world of many sit and watch while hunger seeks those who lack loving. In a perfect world there would be no life, since life is not perfect at all. The unbalanced profits who cut at the throats of those who have nothing at all. A pity mankind has become, so confused and lost in its thoughts. So abstract and involved with the future that it has become blind to what is now. What is where and what belongs to who is the only thing that concerns the depths of flesh. A piece of soil and a job well done has become more valuable than the creation of man. Empty for change filled with violent screams. There is nothing in this world for a person who wants to be different, only voices of hate, and the echoes of their kin that travel the world to pierce your heart.