About Me
- DaYo
- In this pic, I'm in suspended animation. I'm a guy who loves to talk to people who have something to say. I always have an opinion, however sometimes I decline to express it, to protect the innocent. I love listening to people's perspectives because it allows me to get a deeper understanding of people and where they come from. I kinda feel like that is my lifelong focus, to figure out where people come from
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Why o why did i need cappucccino??
This thought came up when i was sitting in class waiting for it to start. The question came from a song by MC LYTE (one of the greatest female rappers ever) called cappuccino, in the song, she has a desire to go get a drink of cappuccino from a cafe and the cafe ends up getting robbed and she gets shot and dies...Its pretty deep because when i say it, its more like dam why did i have to do this, what made me take this course of action which leads to a long chain of events that ultimately changes my life. Like what makes want to goto the store at that time during the day, in my everyday life very few things happen to the extent of the song, but in retrospect, things happen on the daily and they do have an effect on my life, some are subtle, while others are huge. The subtle ones do things like make me more motivated to do better in my life, while others allow me to appreciate my position. Then you have the huge interactions, the ones that leave an impression with you, leave you with things that you think about for days and days until you finally come up with a resolution, but that resolution is never set with you (im sure somebody knows what i mean) Those are the ones that i love, because i love to think...when i dont have things to think about, my days are pretty boring, because i spend my time trying to find things to think about which are usually not as deep as things that force me to start thinking...ill write again..stay tuned..ill eventually come up with something that you will like to hear
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