why can't we stop roaming in the places we shouldn't be in. this road may end, but we can never stop growing old. i need to do something good, but figuring what's good is like a bad idea. talking foreign seems to be my good forte, although i know nuts about them. i do not know what i should do in the long run. i hope it's exciting and at the same time boring. like india, the place sounds fun, but after being there for two months, i hope i cant wait to get back on track with doing mega big murals that i intend to hang it over blk 175's living room. but what can i say, i'm in for good food and culture. they sound so glorious. their writtings are so cursive, i wish i could read them. i am so inspired. i should really learn to stand my own ground and stop being a push over. i might probably get what i intend to do if i have the guts and balls to speak up. right now, i have one of the disadvantage, technically, i'm no boy. i must learn how to spell divide! d-i-v-i-d-e. okay, now that settles that. sanuk has increased thier price by 90cents. freggin 90 cents means alot, but 90cents is all i've got. darn it. i want to go to juice's anniversary party, but too bad my flight back from hong kong will be late. i want to migrate from this shipwrecked country, for real. you suck along with your education system, your foreign talent and even your NDP.

live high.