When Drake’s album leaked out a week before the official release, I definitely copped that crack music. My god, this album is “like a drug, and I takin’ too much of it”. I can listen to this 24/7 and crank it to the max. Every single song is that good. I haven’t listened to a full album continuously since Usher’s Confessions (2004). I believe 2010 is Drake’s year. I am definitely digging his tunes. I’m pretty sure from now on, I will randomly quote Drizzy Drake.
I, sometimes, view life as a series of sub-chapters of chapters within the very covers of life itself, as clichéd as it may seem, but it evidently holds the truth.
Tumblr. Bumblr. Fumblr. An original name with an unoriginal idea. A site rehashed and repasted under a different name. Simply a contemporary fad. Simply a site due to an increasing trend. Simply a method of truly expressing my thoughts, conflicts, and waves of emotions through blogs, reblogs, and the spoken words of music.
Does it seem egotistical? With no hesitation, YES it does. My subconscious seeks pleasure from it.
So there it is, I gave in with the rest of the sheeples of Tumblr. Here is my life uncensored and raw as it gets. Here is the rise and fall of Adam Ho. Here is the contradiction to contradiction, itself. I proved nothing to the world, but take everything from it. My rambles. My thoughts. My rambles and not my thoughts. I hope someone will someday psychoanalyze and evaluate my maze of thoughts as it intersects with wants, needs, and wants. And maybe in due time will conclude with their own interpretations of Adam Ho.