I find that most basic reason why people don't get along in the first place, is because our communication gets misunderstood. That's all it really comes down to.

Curiosity. Wether different but equal, we are telescopic ends of one another, drawn by curiosity to find out why the other end functions so differently as so. We question and ponder, poking to find where these puzzles start and stop. Where the entrance is, and the rules of the game. Do we want to play? That's what draws us together :)

I used to sing out random melodies and lyrics. A song that would last an instant and be forgotten in the next. There's something fullfilling about creating art that only goes iwth the moment. Something to relish beyond the art itself, that it's out there somewhere, somewhere you can't detain. :)

The sensation you get when the one you love touches you, and it seems like your insides are being crystalized, but they've never felt so wonderful to begin with, and you can barely move or breathe.....

I spend it in my room! It's my sactuary, and partially isolated from the rest of the house. I can turn my music as loud as I like, stay up as long or as little as I like without interuption, and read endlessly on my bed. My computer is right next to my bed too so they sort of work off one another with the use of my wireless keyboard and mouse :D

Maybe this'll come off as ass-kissing, maybe it'll come off genuine (which is what it is). But however it comes out, I really like the message of this place :) It's hard to find things and environments like this, churnning to be one of my favorite words, PRODUCTIVE.

I'm sick of being in school because the teachers there aren't realising what they hold in their hand, and they lay it to waste! Or, in some rare occassions, teachers do see what keys they hold in their hands, and they abuse it, or fall under and drown in the attempt to use them. Education is a powerful thing, and we have powerhouses of our youths here, just watiting to be opened up. Everyone is different. I can't wait to finally be qualified and teach in my own room. Sure, I'll have a small classroom, and I'll only be reaching out to a small handful of people born into the world, but my classroom would become...a seed! A zaadz of my own, that will eventually find its way into the rest of the world, either by the roots my future students sprout, or by the oxygen they release back into the world, for other humans to breath in and experience.

I love metaphores.

Anyway, I like this place a lot. I hope I find more places like this. Too bad not a lot of people have read the same books as I. But not everything can be perfect, lol.