The Streets of Dumaguete City (consider what to do ( Read more... )

okay. so i know i ask for feed back on occasion from the people who happen to read my entries. but this time i really would like to know what you think. i'm taking creative writing right now and wrote this poem as an assignment. i was wondering if it's good . . . maybe even what you think it might be about. i hope to have feed back from ( Read more... )

why is it that i never have a damn thing to say that is even a little bit interesting? i can't think of a good reason . . . that's for sure.

my life is so full of things but why am i complaining. if i were to have to get rid of something i think my life would be broing and i would pick something else up. it's not that big of a deal really though. i mean. i get to be home and hang out with my boyfriend for at least a couple of hours each day. that's good, right ( Read more... )

In a Past Life...


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i take on too much and end up sitting stupid wondering where i went wrong ( Read more... )

as the topic of conversation is the mighty katrina everywhere i turn, it seemed like i should discuss it. i thought that the information that i found at one.org could help more though ( Read more... )

she entered the room wearing brown pinstriped capri's with a pink camisole top. dressed professionally and provocatively, perfectly matching the pink of the top to the pinstripe in the pant. her hair was curled and their was a glow to her, the kind of glow that is sometimes described as an aura. she was beautiful ( Read more... )