I question life. i question god. i question myself.
innocent, yet exiled... why?
there is no answer to everything.
and i do not expect an answer.
that is what it is now... and it will be for time to come. life will always be a question mark, never knowing what it really means, never knowing what will happen next, never knowing, never knowing...

yet live on i must, we must, all of us humans. we need to prove our point, to prove we are innocent, to prove we deserve better.
i question the fidelity of the human population, or should i question that of god?
is god punishing us, or is that simply for the greater good?
god is what we call sacred. god is the higher intelligence. god is always right.
we must not question him, because we will never understand the true meaning behind his actions.
Faith.. is what keeps hopes alive.
have faith, people, have faith.

innocence in exile.
according to dictionary.com, exile is the prolonged separation from one's country or home, as by force of circumstances.
where is my home? reply to my plea. answer my question.
where is home? what is my identity?

Life is just so pointless, what for study? what for live happily? when all u get in the end, is death, and no one will ever know you even existed.

that said... i still study, i still want stuff, i still quest for happiness.
today was supposed to be a happy day, i just pwned the SAT writing section with a grand score of 750, bringing my PB total score to 2240.
yet, a lack of sleep shrouded my day with mist. i could not manage to lighten up my mood...

italy 1 romania 1.
the group of death. supposedly the strongest teams in one group. yet, where is the strength?
a few days ago... italy got beaten 3-0 by netherlands. where is the strength?
france got beaten 4-1 today by netherlands. where is the passion?
romania... their star player is a crack addict, where is the integrity?

there are just so many questions left unanswered, so many, so many.
how i wish i was poetic, how i wish i could write.
how i wish i could play better than cristiano ronaldo. how i wish for so many things.
but i am who i am. and i will always be me.

all heil me. the almighty.

joke of the day: (please do not get offended)
Q: why couldn't helen keller read?
A: because she was a woman.