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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.

BeoWulf. I havnt seen the movie yet but the book was short and fun to read.

I've decided to give religon a chance. For a while I will only eat and drink Kosher foods from Coffee bean. LMAO. Let me know if you guys starts seeing a halo above my head anytime soon.

Holy crap, are you guys still on this topic?

Waking up early feels so good.

So Z is next, then the human race stops reproducing?

Cool topic. As far as sex is concerned, I like to think that sex is an art and we the artists.

Hi, I'm looking to purchase the "How the freak do I get into Heaven for DUMMIES" book.

I share similar sentiments about self knowing, understanding, and the pursuit to knowing others. I exist regardless of where, or who I am. I’m here speaking to you and you are there speaking to me. Who I become is the product of my conscience mind; the question’s we ask are part of the life we choose to live. The question of trying to understand why we are here and why we exist. I give thanks every day I awake and am able to operate, not because it’s part of a routine, instead its how I begin to understand my day, before anything I am human, before anything else I would like to be a fully functioning and healthy human. I use to think a lot in the subject’s of reason to why things are the way they are, whether it be in the personal arena or generally related to life. But once I got to world corruption I realized that it wouldn’t make a difference of how I felt about life, because life would go on with me in it or without. The only way I could continue with life the way I would like to see it, would be for me to remove myself from the every-day normal existence of it, and place myself into a sanctuary where the world is removed from me, but not I from the world. Until then, I’m just a person like everyone else, sometimes I choose to think about things others don’t. Sometimes I like to continue my day with a happy thought of waking up healthy. Other times I find myself knee-deep in situations or subjects. If you’re questions help you feel better, then more power to you, after-all what’s life without reason.

Funny how we compare ourselves to our surroundings in a constant effort to understand what IS or what WE are. Maybe were not meant to understand, just to exist love and be happy. Or maybe that's not even meant to exist either. What if happiness was just an illusion of something we all want, a feeling every human being thrives for. Like an addiction to a drug. Why do you question everything Zara, I read your writings and I see myself trying to question things as much as you do, then I find myself tired all of a sudden. Tired from asking and trying to answer questions no man or woman has yet to answer. I wake up and I'm happy that I've awaken, happy that I can move and breathe and completely capable to fully function another day. Everything else has been questioned for centuries and more, with no answers, just theories. Just felt like adding my two-cents into your thoughts and corner, hope you don’t mind. Peace.

The impression this day has left on me is not a happy one. I was at a 7-11 in Glendale, as I walked out to get back into my friend's car, I noticed a group of young Armenian guys' extremely worked up and one of them was cussing at someone over the phone. It's sad how only 5 days after our annual recognition of the Armenian genocide, Armenian's begin to mix friend's with foe's. I wanted to walk over there and tell them something, but I decided to stay out of it instead. It left a nasty impression on me the entire day, I feel like we're fooling ourselves sometimes.