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Age: 15 School: Manila Science High School Birthday: February 16, 1989 IV-Moseley III-BURBANK II-Pauling I-Armstrong Links Kuya Omar Gaile Vincent, my panda Ate M (Cleopatra..) Kuya Jamie Kuya Marius Jobel Ruthie Ahjh Anime Skies tatay Mark Lim Tagboard
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Wednesday, March 31, 2004 A BAYWALK TO REMEMBER nothing's better than spending a sunny afternoon and then watching the sun set at Baywalk with your friends, family and barkada - III-BURBANK. an afternoon highlighted with the sun's early setting, probably because Patrick was around, and the burbz' surge of memories and fondness, it was surely a Baywalk to remember. We met up infront of the school at about 9:30 in the morning where we all planned to submit late requirements which were needed for our clearance, but unfortunately, the teachers were not interested in accepting requirements then so kuya Japo decided that we all pass on Friday.We headed to Rob to be able to catch up with the first screening of The Passion of The Christ, which, by the way, happened to have it's first day of showing here in the Philippines yesterday. At about 10:35 pm, we all had our tickets already, and since we still had enough time to still buy some refreshments (read: BAON!), we dashed to the supermarket where almost everyone spent only about 50.00 or less, a considerably cheap amount compared to what it'll cost us if we had bought from the cinema rob-my-pocket store. We went in at 10:50 and waited for 11:10, the first time slot for the show. 2 tearful hours passed and we went out of the movie house with a couple of wet hankies and some revitalized hearts. Jesus surely spoke to everyone who watched. I love Jesus now more than I ever did before. I won't write a review about the movie since admittedly, I've never tried doing one on any movie before, and I really don't think I'll be good at it. I'll leave it for Vincent (panda!) to do, since he's really good in doing reviews. I liked his review on Gothika. To continue with my story, we went to Gbox where the Dance Maniacs (us) danced our booties away infront of the machine that had been a witness to too many dance freaks and trying-hard geeks alike. Yep. We again gathered around the Dance Maniax, the ultimate machine for frustrated people. Just kidding. We then headed for Baywalk. We first had some picturetaking in the park where we all posed infront of the fountain and the monument of some rajah. We ran like children having their first fieldtrip outside school towards the walk... The sign which told the civilians when to walk or not to walk across the street even had a timer... It was my first time to see one, and I was so amazed! (Talk about a technology wastebasket.. haha..) We spent the next four hours just sitting on the tiled borders of the walk. Mainit ung iupuan namin, naka nga magka-kabag kami e. But we couldn't care less. It was non-officially our last day. Hay. The sunset was really beautiful. Nga pla.. the place was awesome, specially when night came.. The neon lights from the nearby lamps and the multi-colored fountain across the road blended perfectly with the darkness which visually and silently reminded us that there is still a hope for III-Burbank. As everyblody knows, we were divided into 3 sections for next year - Newton, Faraday and Moseley - which, by the way, are the first, second and third section of fourth year batch '05, respectively. At about 7:30, tita Rexie came and conducted a feeding program for the very much impoverished people of iii-Burbank. Really! The last time we ate was about two o'clock in the afternoon. Could anyone blame us for being so hungry and for finishing a tray-full of lasagna and a box of cake?! hahaha.. Hmmm... We left baywalk at 8:00 and Azalea, Randolph, Donalyn and I got on the jeepney headed for Espana at 8:30. Nilibre kami ni Randolph!!! Hahahaha.. It's a good thing that he did not become pressured (prrrt...) or anything of the sort... I reached home at about 9:00 and talked to EJ for a while on the phone. My conversation with Vincent over the phone was cut twice - first, because of an urgent phone call that my mom needed to make (video city), and the second, because my dad got mad at me. Mind you, he pounded the phone's most crucial part (read: ung pinipindot pag ibababa mo na ung phone) like a mad person. I did not even get to finish my hurried "ei pinapababa na ni dad ung phone." That's not all. They (my mom and my dad) kept blabbing all night about this, about that. That I'm this, and I'm that. That I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have done that. That I must do this, I must do that. PARA AKONG BASAHAN. I felt so low... I even had to tiptoe to their room and use my mom's phone like a criminal trying to break away from prison to text somebody and apologize for what had just happened. There are just too many crappy things going on in my life right now. That is why I am thankful for people who have stayed and for the friends who have managed to bear with me. Not the one who pretends to be my friend, and even make an award-winning drama out of it, but in reality just wants to prove that he/she is better than me and makes his/her motive discreet by playing the role of a "friend" magnificently and almost unsuspectedly. But I've just unveiled your cover... thanks to my real friends who unknowingly provided me the checklist (not literally) for determining a real friend. And I think that you are not one of them. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. Stop acting as if you really care or something. I want to thank the following people: III - Burbank: need I state the reasons for doing so?... hehe.. bsta, Mahal na mahal ko kayo.. :) Ate M: for everything.. may next time pa naman for our bonding e.. mahal ko kaio ni jobel.. diyosas rule! Kuya Omar: for always, and i mean ALWAYS, being there. I wouldn't know what to do pag wala ka.. lab u po. Vincent: for the support.. and for the staying power. sorry for last night. wab u. EJ: for all the fun and for the friendship.. :) IV - Moseley: for being so nice to all of us.. for the fond memories sa YMCA... for the support sa Burbank.. for upholding delinquency.. role models!!! we love you all.. and lastly, but definitely most specially, to GOD: thank you for sending your son Jesus Christ to save us from all our sins. I love you Lord. Kahit pala ganito ako, may konsensya pa rin.. at may Diyos na nagmamahal sa akin.. hay.. Thank you Lord. BURBANK DOMINATION!! Monday, March 29, 2004 whew.. after decades, i finally found the time to post again. Actually, "time" is not the sole factor that keeps me from posting as often as I did before. I can somehow relate to Kuya Jamie’s realizations about his blog and the art of blogging… There had been so many things going on in my life that needed to be posted, yet cannot be written. Do you get my point?! Oh, what’s the use? Anyhow, I’ve come across my best friend’s blog awhile ago. These damned tears have forsaken me once again. My emotions have betrayed me. How much of a loser can one be? I cannot believe that after all these years of wandering and learning, I have once again proven that I’m the sole person who cannot cross the Rubicon. Yes, the Rubicon, the Rubicon that has taught the wisdom of David and the bravery of Daniel. Once again, I have proven that sensible as I call myself, I am practically one of the most insensitive people I’ve ever known. I’ve hurt my sister. Wait, “hurt” her may be an understatement. Constantly and consistently, but certainly unknowingly, I have been stabbing her delicate being. How many times have (have, because I know that it’s still enduring) I struck her with that knife? How many lashes have I gashed against her skin? Are the pains and losses that come with the lesion still bearable? Answer: How the heck would I have an idea?! I’ve been too busy walking about the busy streets of life with III – Burbank and my fourth year friends that the thought of bringing along a treasured friend kept slipping my mind. Isn’t it pretty shameful for someone who calls herself a “friend”? Tears had been silent witnesses on how I recognized my misdoings and negligence for our friendship, a friendship that has been sealed tightly by time and fortitude. Her loyalty and ready smile never fail to make my day. And yet, I just can’t seem to find the perfect way to let her know… To let her know that I’ve been keeping my predicaments out of fear of losing that smile. Anyway, I am not going to rant about this all evening; I think enough has been said. I am going to talk to her tomorrow to clear things up… and to mend a deflated (or broken) heart. “Will you still accept it even if the seal is already broken?” What a night. credit line: salamat sa aking panda para sa pag-edit nitong entry ko. astig! kuya Omar, thanks for being there knina.. :) labshu po. Hexad, for the concern.. mwah! BURBANK, for everything.. domination! Monday, March 22, 2004 Artist : Maroon 5 Album : Songs About Jane Title : This Love I was so high I did not recognize The fire burning in her eyes The chaos that controlled my mind Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane Never to return again But always in my heart This love has taken its toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore I tried my best to feed her appetite Keep her coming every night So hard to keep her satisfied Kept playing love like it was just a game Pretending to feel the same Then turn around and leave again This love has taken its toll on me She said Goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore I'll fix these broken things Repair your broken wings And make sure everything's alright My pressure on her hips Sinking my fingertips Into every inch of you Cause I know that's what you want me to do I'm officially declaring this as my favorite song for the moment, though the only part of it that i can sing with much justice and conviction is the chorus ahehe.. And i'm dedicating this to my dear, dear kuia omee.. bsta, Ev0L is L0vE, L0vE is Ev0L... she'll soon realize that you deserve every bit of her - her eyes, her hands, her time, her smile, her trust, her heart. She'll soon realize that... Make her. :) Hay... Ako... msyado na cguro akong matagal nang nasasaktan kaya ndi ko na msyado iniintindi... pero pg nkta mo na ung tao, bumabalik ung hapdi, nananariwa uli ung sugat nang nakaraan. Hay. The challenge of love is fighting... fighting without knowing how to win. -=butterfly=- Sunday, March 21, 2004 sori 4 da tyms ive let u down, sori if im not der if u nid me, sori 4 da tyms i turned my bak on u... im sori, but do u rily nid me 2 b der or im jaz pushin myself 2 u?! I just don't know what to do anymore. Ever felt like being a good friend but you can't do anything for that person u call ur friend? Thay you're exeriencing this nostalgia of moving up and down the swift rollercoaster ride that slowly incapacitates your mind but surely brings back memories of promises "to be there for each other" no matter what? How can you be there for someone so dear to you when he won't tell you what the hell is going on in his life? Ung tipong pudpod na ung daliri mo sa kakatext sa kanya at kakatype sa PM pero wala kang nkukuha ni "ha" ni "ho." Maybe I'm overreacting. Or even expecting too much. Either ways, all I know is that I'd be here for him whether he wants be to be here or not. Siguro mababaw. Pero ang lalim sumugat. It has always been like this anyway. Bakit ba hindi pa ako nasanay? Bsta if u need me, and2 lng ako lagi. LAGI. Jobel: salamat po sa iyo.. diyosa. ATE M: diyosa.. thank you so much. wouldn't know what to do without u. thanks 4 bearing with me. luv u! Friday, March 19, 2004 Gemmie's anything goes: @ for the record, i wanted to KILL somebody a while ago. i really wanted to squeeze "it" (i didn't consider him/her human at that moment) and then mutilate it and then... just that. Hay! Talk about self-control. Yep, I am proud to announce that I didn't do anything harmful with "it" yet. Take note, yet. "It" better stay away from me until I cool down. As you can see, "it" is so dear to me... Lalalalala... @ i still can't seem to grasp the fact that time can beat Lydia de Vega... 'tis so fast that I didn't even notice it pass by. All that was left with me was the brisk gushing of wind slapping on my face, reminding me that 9 school months had already passed... Hay... I don't wanna leave Burbank... I really don't.... @ mga diyosa... (sickntired and Lg) hay... when will we go out together?... we need to shed the light of the diyosas to those out there who are unfortunate enough to miss out the powers that we have... :) @ i still haven't passed a single requirement, except for my research (which, by the way, was finished in 45 minutes flat.) it would take a miracle for us (the whole lot of bHuRbZ) to be spared from the overflowing wrath of the teachers on monday... hay... @ lastly, should i go watch the play about TAO (take note, HUMAN... in short... ndi ako makakarelate) p.s. line of the millenium: "NAG-ORDERED LIST PA KAYO, WALA NAMANG KAORDERED-ORDERED!" (ordered daw o...) hahahaha... "it hurts so much to know that i have fallen for someone who would just leave me hanging in the air... y? cause i've closed my eyes from reality that you never really loved me, you just cared..." -=butterfly=- (saket...)
Gemmie's anything goes:
@ for the record, i wanted to KILL somebody a while ago. i really wanted to squeeze "it" (i didn't consider him/her human at that moment) and then mutilate it and then... just that. Hay! Talk about self-control. Yep, I am proud to announce that I didn't do anything harmful with "it" yet. Take note, yet. "It" better stay away from me until I cool down. As you can see, "it" is so dear to me... Lalalalala... @ i still can't seem to grasp the fact that time can beat Lydia de Vega... 'tis so fast that I didn't even notice it pass by. All that was left with me was the brisk gushing of wind slapping on my face, reminding me that 9 school months had already passed... Hay... I don't wanna leave Burbank... I really don't.... @ mga diyosa... (sickntired and Lg) hay... when will we go out together?... we need to shed the light of the diyosas to those out there who are unfortunate enough to miss out the powers that we have... :) @ i still haven't passed a single requirement, except for my research (which, by the way, was finished in 45 minutes flat.) it would take a miracle for us (the whole lot of bHuRbZ) to be spared from the overflowing wrath of the teachers on monday... hay... @ lastly, should i go watch the play about TAO (take note, HUMAN... in short... ndi ako makakarelate) on Sunday? Hmmm the only reason I have for considering the "Go!" answer is bUrBaNk... I wouldn't want to miss the good time that we would have on making lait (how conyo naman I am) of the cast. Hehehe... So again, the question is, should i go watch the play TAO? To vote, send VOTE your answer (YES, NO or BAHALA KA) to 4627 for Smart subscribers and 2366 for Globe subscribers. p.s. line of the millenium: "NAG-ORDERED LIST PA KAYO, WALA NAMANG KAORDERED-ORDERED!" (ordered daw o...) hahahaha... "it hurts so much to know that i have fallen for someone who would just leave me hanging in the air... y? cause i've closed my eyes from reality that you never really loved me, you just cared..." -=butterfly=- (saket...)
Wednesday, March 10, 2004 Ay grabe. Naiirita ako. What a day! One of my most favorite teachers (read: I lied, I lied! hahaha) just gave this long, senseless and grammatical-error-infested speech during the cramming and precious minutes of the meeting. My God! And it all started because she allegedly caught me talking (read: dumadaldal) again. Like, hell. Whatever! Yah, I know that I am an extremely talkative person, but hell, I was like imitating my seatmate then and was, uh, yah, sort of talking with my friends discreetly, but certainly not dumadaldal. Damn. After commenting on my behavior and stuff, she focused her entire attention to our section. Yep. Our very lovable section. You can check on the teachers about that. I have proof!! DO you know the Divine Proportion? (Basta. I guess this a hangover from excessive reading of the Da Vinci Code). Put it this way.. If you would ask all of our teachers (I believe that there are 12 of them) presently in third year and then make out the proportions, you would see that the proportion would be equal to PHI is to the rest of them. PHI, after all is equal to 1.618. In short, PHI likes us while the rest despise us. Guess who's the PHI? Ma'am Gaspar, I suppose. She has an extra .618 because we genuinely feel loved and understood whenever we are with her. We love you ma'am. Going back... Right now, I really feel pissed off because of that teacher's ranting and blabbing, and mainly because I feel that the blame is on me. No, I don't hear my classmates saying it, but it is I myself who is giving myself that verdict. Ah basta. I'll try to make it up with them... I don't even know how but I just feel ashamed. Oh well, which proves that I still have shame after all. haha.. Add to all these atrocities the pain that I'm feeling right in this spot on my left chest, inbetween my lungs and normally beats 70 per minute.. Yep.. My heart aches. Maybe its arms are aching because of extending all day, reaching out to another heart which never seemed to notice. Hehehe.. Maybe its feet are aching because of long standing in the rain, crying right under the pour, to hide the tears from most.. Or maybe, just maybe, its bones are aching because right now, it could be admitted to the Orthopedic Hospital... 'coz it keeps on trippin' and fallin, with no one down the steep hill to catch it. "madalas kong icpn kung san ko ba ilulugar sarili ko sayo… o kung may lugar pa ba… kapag bibitaw na ko, drating ka at pinaparamdam mo na nanjan ka pa. O ngyn, darating ka pa ba? O bibitaw na ko…? " -=butterfly=- P.S. SUBUKAN NILA KAMING PAGHIWA-HIWALAYIN, AND I'LL KILL MYSELF. BURBANK IS MY LIFE, MY FAMILY AND MY INSPIRATION. I'M SURE EVERYBODY ELSE FEELS THIS WAY. ITO NA NGA LANG MGA NILALANG NA ITO ANG MERON AKO SA BUHAY KO E, ILALAYO NIYO PA?! KAMI-KAMI NA LANG ANG NAGMAMAHALAN AT UMIINTINDI SA ISA'T ISA, PAGLALAYUIN NIYO PA?! PALIBHASA.. NDI NIO ALAM KUNG PAANO PAGKAISAHAN NG IBA AT MATUTONG UMASA NALANG SA SARILI NIO.. WE STUCK TOGETHER THROUGH THICK AND THIN.. AND NOW U'R PROPOSING THIS BULLSHIT?! BURBANK DOMINATION PA RIN! Ang lahat ay para parin sa kanya... Tuesday, March 09, 2004 Talk about third year life... Hmmm... Now I realize that I've been so attached to my dear section Burbank that I have, somehow, neglected some of my other friends who have always been there for me - no matter what. You see, my sophomore year was filled with conflicts and atrocities that have caused me to tuck it on a dormant spot in my brain. Actually, iii-BuRbAnK is mostly still comprised of my former classmates, but the atmosphere and spirit is really, really different. Here in Burbank, I found that comfort and love I've long been seeking for in my past sections. Even I cannot explain the mystery behind the laughs and tears that shields the home of our delinquency... Maybe, Bhurbz wouldn't have been Bhurbz if the Thales (astig!) people didn't come in. Bhurbz, really, is my second family. I think that my classmates feel the same way.... Room 208 is our home, our shelter. Developing a bond amongst us Bhurbiez came hand in hand with my being oblivious to my other friends. Sad to say but as I was venturing my way with my classmates to our fantasy land of gimmicks, cram-study group sessions and get-away antics, I was also slowly but surely leaving my friends in the dessert where we promised to stick together no matter what... I really feel so bad now that I'm realizing these things... Yeah, I won't lessen my love for and bond with Bhurbz but I sure do promise myself to give time to my friends as well. After all, friendship is a bridge between two pillars of stone... as long as one of the two still stands, the bridge still hangs... it may be dangling and astray... but at least it is there. Just right there. To iii-BURBANK, I really would want to thank you for the wonderful friendship and love that you've shown me... Thank you for accepting me for who and what I am, and for not what you intend or hope that I would be... Even though there is a big possibility that I would be separated from you guys next year, you'll always be in my heart... (shet... umiiyak na ako...)... Plus, we'll still be seeing each other, right? :) (Obviously, since we'll still be attending the same school floating in the Batis ng Diwa...)... Enough of this tear-jerker! Hehe... Bsta, right now, I am going to enjoy the rest of my stay in Burbank and have the time of my life with 31 of the most wonderful people I have met, and 31 of the most loving and real people I will ever meet in my entire existence... Guess this is the end of my post for today... :) ***To Sam, Mina, James, MC, Gerdy, Kuya Lee Van and the others, thank your for everything.. I'll make it up to you guys... ***To Bench, Ron, Amelle, Gaile and Pouch, (HEXAD!!), you guys simply rock. I love you all!! ***To Burbank, continue the tradition of delinquence!! Dominate!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why I, the butterfly, can't seem to find a way to fly... Have you ever felt this way before? That you love a guy who looks at you the way he does with everybody else? That you've been waiting for him all this time but he simply doesn't care, or doesn't know? That you've been battling all the urges you have inside to tell him how much you love him but you simply can't? That though he thinks that you do not understand him, you still love him no matter if the world thinks that he's the greatest fool? That you love him simply because of who he is? That you would miss anything that smile which you think you once owned? That you are contented with just sitting down and listening about his recent heartache? That you could spend a lifetime loving this person? That your eyes fill with tears whenever he gets hurt? That you could change the whole world so that it won't hurt him anymore? Because if you have never felt these...Then you won't understand me. -=butterfly=- Monday, March 08, 2004 Bangag ako. I barely slept last night... hmm.. I got to doze off for about 2 hours and 30 minutes before waking up and facing the tantrums of the day ahead. Oh Gosh. 4 tests. Anyway, let's start with 1st period (make a guess.) As usual the teacher was all old and irritating. Haha.. I won't elaborate on this because I might get into trouble putting such stuff in my blog. I'd rather say all these when our class holds its open forum in the future.. English - as usual, hellish. Don't get me wrong, I like English. In fact, I love English. I just simply hate the teacher. Period. Filipino. No Comment. TW. I sometimes dig this subject because I passed the test without studying... It really pays to listen... (every once in a blue moon I guess..) Lunch. Studying while eating isn't really a habit that I've developed or I'm planning to develop, but I guess I should train myself to make it a habit if I really want to pass third year.. Ad. Bio.. Next please. Chemistry. Talk about being able to review for our upcoming tests for an entire period... Thank you... P.E.. Oh please... Don't make me laugh. Journalism Hail to Ms. Salonga!! She let us skip the summative test for today and allowed us to use her time (plus the room) to study for THE tests... Social Studies Dandandanan... Haha.. We were all getting ready to take the 20-item quiz (which was originally 50-item, but thanks to the powers of some creatures from our planet, it was trimmed down to 20) when the speakerbox (yes.. that irritating, rusty, old speakerbox actually had a purpose...) loudly echoed the voice of somebody from the office, asking Ma'am Gaspar to proceed to the office right away... Hahaha... We cheered as if we had just won the French and Indian battle... To our dismay, however, Ma'am returned in a little while, all set to administer her quiz. darn... Physics. (background: sounds of thunder) Don't ask. I probably didn't get even a single item correct. Oh well, life goes on... "Spread ur wings and prepare to fly, butterfly..."
Sunday, March 07, 2004 Imagine watching What a Guy! whose main character (Eric) is a gay.
This day we went to UP Diliman to watch another triology by Freddie Guerrero. Actually we can say that we've been forced to watch because our beloved teacher made us choose between watching the trilogy and reading Jane Eyre. Anyone in hs normal state of mind would of course choose the former. We've been spared from reading the thick book plus the souveneir of making a book review or something, but it left us all with a gaping hole in the pocket. Yes, another precious 200 pesos for another trilogy. Oh well. That's the way it has always been anyway. Going back to the trilogy. One good thing about it was that Mel Martinez (you know, the gay sister/brother of Maricel Soriano) was part of the cast. She/He was really good. I think she was the only respectable gay cast there... oh.. Our sides almost split because of laughing when this particular gay who looked like Chocolate (of Wazzup, wazzup daw) and who wore a dress that had high slits raised his/her legs and opened it widely for his underwear and underthighs to be exposed in air and for the whole theater to see! Imagine the scene. And the gay wasn't even attractive. NO. He didn't even lookhuman at all. There's this sole female character who played the mother in two of the three plays, but we didn't notice that much because all the while we were thinking that she was the house maid... hahaha... And on the Wanted: A Chaperone, the mayordomo kept calling her Donya Petrang Kabayo! But really, it was not her appearance that irritated us all the more but her diction and way of delivering lines! Golly... and she is a stage actress for Pete's sake! hehehe... Overall, we really had a good time laughing, mostly not because of the catchy lines that the actors were delivering but because of the actors themselves. If i were to rate this play from 1 to 5, I'd give it a 3.5. Until tomorrow... Still have tons to do! Got 4 tests tomorrow. (quiz: tw, jounalism, 30-item quiz in social... summative test in physics.) Good luck. hahaha... ***I would like to make a pubkic apology to my group mates in Pinoi nga pla 4 being such an irresponsible leader... Thank you for bearing with me for almost a year now. Pacencia na..*** Friday, March 05, 2004 The Crippled Butterfly
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force it's body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. So, the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But, it had a swollen body, and small shriveled wings. He continued to watch the butterfly, because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of it's life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It was never able to fly. What he had done in his well intentioned kindness and haste, what he did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into it's wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved it's freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes, struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we could have been. And we could never fly. Have a great day, a great life, struggle a little if you need to.... Then fly! **** This story, by a certain Dr. Earl Reum, is very much true. I would comment on this further tomorrow, because right now I am really, REALLY sleepy and all drowsy that I'm actually wondering how the hell I am able to type right now. What am I doing?! 'til tomorrow.. |
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