taken from jooree’s xanga
I am: individual who marches to his own drummer
I believe: life is like a box a God’s chocolate… you never know what you’re gonna get, but he knows
I think: i’m getting old
I want: to improve my car in some way
I wish: on the moon whenever i see it during the day
I hate: when people think outloud. when people cut me offline.
I miss: you.. probably
I fear: looking down from the second floor to the first floor at malls
I hear: the quiet buzz of my overworked computer
I smell: fish… the kind that only koreans eat
I crave: ice cream.. why do i like it so much these days..?
I search: for a job.. i need one.. maybe i’ll go to a temp agency
I regret: eating that whole burrito
I love: playing football in the rain
I long: for.. i don’t think i’ve ever said i’ve longed for anything before…
I always: get what i need.. not always what i want
I dance: in my car
I sing: sing a song. make it simple. to last your whole life long.
I cry: when i stub my toe
I can`t stand: quitters, whiners and show offs
I lose: .. my mind?
I like: butts and i can not lie
I listen: to.. my QCD player
I need: to start running again
I am happy that: february is that shortest month of the year
I should: get offline
I hope: i learn something new every day
I obsess: about… i don’t know
I am not always: happy with how things are going