Sunday, February 10, 2008. Saturday, July 21, 2007.

THE ORIGIN OF THIS PINK HOUSE. Once upon a time, there lived 3 little pigs just like you boys. One pig built a straw house, the other made a wooden lodge while the third little pig constructed a pink brick house. The wolf came one day. However, on seeing the pink brick house, the wolf fled and never return! 37 GPA for both piggy.

THE ORIGIN OF THIS PINK HOUSE. Once upon a time, there lived 3 little pigs just like you boys. One pig built a straw house, the other made a wooden lodge while the third little pig constructed a pink brick house. The wolf came one day.

Monday, December 10, 2007.

The sun rays kisses my skin a gentle. The cool breeze swirls my thoughts a tender. Reality dreaming or dreaming reality. Wednesday, March 10, 2010. A lot of assignment going to due soon. A tree or a painting? Wednesday, March 10, 2010. Wednesday, March 03, 2010.

Life is like pushing a huge block on a very rough surface. The harder you try to push it,. The greater the resistance you face. When the block in ur life starts moving. No matter how rough the surface it is on. maybe it will change soon! I like a lot of things, but they changes from time to time. But there are somethings that I always like.

com please note that covering up your ad. s is most likely against your terms of service! Use at your own risk! Monday, January 08, 2007. Well, dis year 2007 is an extremely crucial yr. It is going to determind whether i will be a Fighter, Rotary or Transport pilot. I wanna be a Fighter Pilot, will i eva eva mAke it? Flying aside, this year most of my friends are turning 21! I have let sch for 3 yrS! And is just like. Zoom! January Babies are, Kel, Rena Judy! Many things happene.

Sorry guys for not updating. hav reali been busy to my ass wid work. contract at Motorola has ended sadly. found this new job! Reali reali POWER N COOOL.

We are the keepers of our own heart. So what is it about following the voice in your heart? Some hear the voice but are deaf to it. Some listen too much to the voice in their head,. They ignore the one in their heart. So just what is it about following the voice in your heart? Just ask the keeper of this blog. The keeper of her own heart.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,. And sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood,. And looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth;. Then took the other, as just as fair. And having perhaps the better claim,. Because it was grassy and wanted wear;. Though as for that, the passing there. Had worn them really about the same,. And both that morning equally lay. In leaves no step had trodden black.