Be Careful what you Wish for

Congratulations! After going through a lot of trouble to have a staggering number of 3 subjects with the BS PT IIA Class, I have successfully brought myself to another drain ditch. The thought of being in that class makes me cringe . . . to tell you frankly, it retches of Highschool. In a weird exaggerated sense, it feels like twilight zone, the noise echoes, the images make you feel naseous, but the bottom line is . . . you can't stand it . . .

First Blood

Transferring all previous 'blog' entries I have on different sites....


Livejournal

Friendster Blogs

The Fish makes a Wish

random note on turning 17:

I feel like one of those baroque nude paintings, plump and pink, and without a doubt, nude. But unlike them, although I increase in age . . .  not in monetary value. Now I only have one more year left for my juvenile delinquent acts, and at the stroke of midnight on the next 2nd of March, it's me, myself and I from there on. It has been a great and momentous year for my social life despite the fact that I still stick out like a sore thumb with my batchmates. But what the heft . . . I can live with that.


*Blows Candles*


I want haagen dazs . . .