Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay -robert frost-
Monday, March 21, 2005
- 5:20 pm
call it what you want to me it doesnt matter, its where i belong
a real fine line between an orgy of destruction and a wonderful time
today for the first time in my life i went ice skating (gee golly gosh!) with namita; and it was oh so fun(ny). its so much easier than it looks and you get this wonderful feeling as you skate along the ice, changing direction with a few deft flicks of your feet. great time, came back played soccer and here i am now. writing stuff, and lookin through the various things on my friendster.
im workin on my thinkin and im thinkin its improving
Squealer: snowball, you are charged with the following crimes against Studies - For misleading the people on a useless project...the penalty is... Napoleon: (threateningly) Study! Squealer: For mocking the sanctity of the annual exams...the penalty is... Napoleon: (nonchalantly) Self-Study... Squealer: For believing in the existence of a spiritual being *coff coff rafflesian spirit coff coff*...the penalty is... Napoleon: (fiercely) Supervised Self Study! I hereby sentence you to 3 years of hard labour in the SSS dungeon! What have you got to say for yourself? Snowball: I...(but is stopped by SSSupervisor who blocks his speech with the report book)
snowball was played by hulin, christian played squealer and i played napoleon. ] how i miss those days. about half as bad as i miss STTD. damn thats a lot.
my picture of innocence
Why do I do, just as you say Why must I just, give you your way Why do I sigh, why don't I try to forget
It must have been, That something lovers call fate Kept me saying: "I have to wait" I saw them all, Just couldn't fall 'til we met
It had to be you, it had to be you I wandered around, and finally found The somebody who Could make me be true, And could make me be blue And even be glad, just to be sad Thinking of you
Some others I've seen, Might never be mean Might never be cross, Or try to be boss But they wouldn't do For nobody else, gave me a thrill With all your faults, I Love you still It had to be you, wonderful you It had to be you
you gotta admit, sinatra was da man.
its mind control by any other name
nothing gold can stay
mr lovva lovva
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rackin' em up since before you were born
(january 2004)
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