it's 2.58 am.
here's something i wrote a few days ago...it's called "...stated in bold..."
These bags under my eyes,
They don't lie,
they tell of many tears cried,
and stories of sleepless nights,
Their dark shade speaks of innocence that has given up the fight,
and where the wings of men have been clipped - thus unable to take flight,
Their depth show of sorrow unbroken,
shouting out in silence of words unspoken,
causing immense throes of woe that feels neverending,
They are accessories to eyes that carry deep and heavy thoughts,
they help support eyes that are weary and no longer see the hopes and dreams of the past,
They are bags of burden, these bags under my eyes ...
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here's something i just wrote a mere few minutes ago...it's called "A Tear Drop"
A tear drop for pain,
A tear drop for sorrow,
I'm shedding tears for all the joy I won't have tomorrow,
A tear drop to mark farewell,
A tear drop reluctantly follows,
These are endless tears of grief that will be left untold,
A tear drop that's dried up,
A tear drop that's wiped off,
Let not these tears plague me again tomorrow.
Signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens...
Monday, January 24, 2005
Edgar Allen Poe.
it's 1.44 pm.
one of my favs. junoesque ( http://junoesque.blogspot.com/ ) properly introduced me to this one.
The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe
http://ravensbranch.allen.com/poem.html
have a read if u like.
sigining off, common jack(not doing too good these days) amongst the kings and queens...
one of my favs. junoesque ( http://junoesque.blogspot.com/ ) properly introduced me to this one.
The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe
http://ravensbranch.allen.com/poem.html
have a read if u like.
sigining off, common jack(not doing too good these days) amongst the kings and queens...
Sunday, January 23, 2005
still wish you were dead?
it's 8.25 pm.
i guess - at this age - we are fast approaching that time in our lives where we all feel a little bummed somehow. it's inevitable. i mean - when i was a kid (kid meaning below the age of 18) - i used to look at the lives my older brothers had or just older friends and it looked so exciting. it looked so much more inviting than going to school for the better part of the day and studying for exams.
mobility would improve as you get your driving license. and the license is like a key to a whole new realm of possibilities. now, going to town wouldn't be a chore that involved a full weeks worth of planning beforehand - i can just pick up and leave if i really wanted / needed to. that's huge.
then, there was always more money - (well, it looked like the older people always had more money) - there were women, meeting new people, sex...i mean - wow. i couldn't wait.
but then we all get here. and then we get bummed. because of all that promise of how cool it would be to be a grown up just doesn't play up to what it is realistically - life is realistically depressing that way innit?
so you start feeling depressed and start looking for something new to look forward to. we all try to find something that gives us the same buzz the 'promise of how cool it would be to be a grown up used to give to us'. it's like a drug and we're all addicted to this one.
however, of course shit doesn't work out a lot because - well - that's just the way it is. and then we start getting depressed and we start saying shit like, "I wish I was dead."
now - there are many responses to that phrase. the most cliched stuff like - "there's always someone who's got it worse", "the grass is always greener on the other side", "life is a wondrous gift..." etc.
as true of false - up to you to decide - these cliched statements are... i get tired of hearing these things being said sometimes. when someone says stuff like that to me, i fight the urge to say, "DUH! - i know that shite!" ...
recently, i watched a crap movie where the same stuff is said but put forward differently ... (btw, this is the whole point of this blog entry...enjoy.)
THE SETTING:
woman is depressed over her sister's tragic murder. she meets sister's boyfriend who knows what happened to the sister.
they go to the site of the murder and woman starts to sob and says, "god, i wish i were dead! WAA!!!"
dead sis's boyfriend says, "you don't mean that. think about your sister..."
woman says, "NO! NO! i don't care...i just want to lay down here and die! WAAA!!!"
dead sis's boyfriend says, "you know what? you need to hear this. she(dead sis) was brought here. right to this very spot. she was brought here in a car kicking and screaming. she was surrounded by 4 men. here is where they hit her, raped her and then stabbed her 53 times when she didn't just lay down and took it.
she clawed at them. she slapped them. she struggled and even shot one of them in the foot with one of their guns. she screamed in their faces. she gave them scars. she kicked and hit back whenever she could. she gave it all till she couldn't give anything anymore. even when she was being stabbed. she continued to struggle. she didn't stop until her body gave out on her.
she did all this because this life(any life) is worth fighting for. no matter how bad it gets. it's worth fighting for. and she fought for it!
why shouldn't you?"
dead sis's boyfriend pauses for a while and stares woman down as she absorbs all that he's said...and he continued, "still wish you were dead?"
THE END.
oh well - that's it.
signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens...
i guess - at this age - we are fast approaching that time in our lives where we all feel a little bummed somehow. it's inevitable. i mean - when i was a kid (kid meaning below the age of 18) - i used to look at the lives my older brothers had or just older friends and it looked so exciting. it looked so much more inviting than going to school for the better part of the day and studying for exams.
mobility would improve as you get your driving license. and the license is like a key to a whole new realm of possibilities. now, going to town wouldn't be a chore that involved a full weeks worth of planning beforehand - i can just pick up and leave if i really wanted / needed to. that's huge.
then, there was always more money - (well, it looked like the older people always had more money) - there were women, meeting new people, sex...i mean - wow. i couldn't wait.
but then we all get here. and then we get bummed. because of all that promise of how cool it would be to be a grown up just doesn't play up to what it is realistically - life is realistically depressing that way innit?
so you start feeling depressed and start looking for something new to look forward to. we all try to find something that gives us the same buzz the 'promise of how cool it would be to be a grown up used to give to us'. it's like a drug and we're all addicted to this one.
however, of course shit doesn't work out a lot because - well - that's just the way it is. and then we start getting depressed and we start saying shit like, "I wish I was dead."
now - there are many responses to that phrase. the most cliched stuff like - "there's always someone who's got it worse", "the grass is always greener on the other side", "life is a wondrous gift..." etc.
as true of false - up to you to decide - these cliched statements are... i get tired of hearing these things being said sometimes. when someone says stuff like that to me, i fight the urge to say, "DUH! - i know that shite!" ...
recently, i watched a crap movie where the same stuff is said but put forward differently ... (btw, this is the whole point of this blog entry...enjoy.)
THE SETTING:
woman is depressed over her sister's tragic murder. she meets sister's boyfriend who knows what happened to the sister.
they go to the site of the murder and woman starts to sob and says, "god, i wish i were dead! WAA!!!"
dead sis's boyfriend says, "you don't mean that. think about your sister..."
woman says, "NO! NO! i don't care...i just want to lay down here and die! WAAA!!!"
dead sis's boyfriend says, "you know what? you need to hear this. she(dead sis) was brought here. right to this very spot. she was brought here in a car kicking and screaming. she was surrounded by 4 men. here is where they hit her, raped her and then stabbed her 53 times when she didn't just lay down and took it.
she clawed at them. she slapped them. she struggled and even shot one of them in the foot with one of their guns. she screamed in their faces. she gave them scars. she kicked and hit back whenever she could. she gave it all till she couldn't give anything anymore. even when she was being stabbed. she continued to struggle. she didn't stop until her body gave out on her.
she did all this because this life(any life) is worth fighting for. no matter how bad it gets. it's worth fighting for. and she fought for it!
why shouldn't you?"
dead sis's boyfriend pauses for a while and stares woman down as she absorbs all that he's said...and he continued, "still wish you were dead?"
THE END.
oh well - that's it.
signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens...
Monday, January 17, 2005
Beer tastes like crap.
it's 3.57 am.
i'm chugging down my 1st bottle right now. it's carlsberg ice beer. i wanted to just get a 6 pack or something. but there wasn't any there at the 7-eleven. i grabbed 3 bottles of carlsberg ice beer simply because they were at eye level and within reach.
and beer tastes like crap.
but here i am - just parked outside my house less than 5 minutes ago - and i've already finished my 1st bottle. in fact, dropping the last few drops now. head is already feeling slightly heavy. i'm not drunk. nope. wish i had the money to buy enough beer to get drunk right now. but nope, only had enough to buy 3 bottles. not the big ones either - just the standard 325ml ones.
i'm just hoping that if i chug them down quickly - then i'd get high.
gosh - feel like crap now - but i can still type - looks like spending money on the 3 beers has been a waste of good money. feel like crying. but nothing's coming out. i'm only halfway through my 2nd bottle now. well - kinda. maybe by the 3rd one - i'll start bawling. who knows? i remember once - all i had was one fucking bottle of carl's reserve and i started to burst like a fucking damn. maybe that's it - maybe i need another carl's reserve.
fuck it. i'm not going out for more beer. shit - it tastes like crap.
but i'm feeling it a little more now. excellent. i'm not drunk yet. i won't get drunk. not with just a measely 3 freakin bottles. but it'll have to do.
i can't seem to bring myself to chug down the last half of my 2nd bottle. i'm no drinker. never was. fucking beer tastes like shit. ah wht the hell -
ahhhh... one more freaking quarter left of my 2nd bottle. then i'll move on to the 3rd bottle. then i won't be drunk. but maybe i'll be high enough to cry? do i need to cry? maybe i'll be high enough to not think? maybe i'll be high enough to not care anymore. yeah...maybe that will happen. wtf am i doing? why am i even typing this shit out?
who the fuck careS? i'll finish the last quarter of the 2nd bottle now...
took me a good minute or 3 but i finished the last quarter of my 2nd bottle. head heavier now. not drunk - but having to type a single word a few times before i get it right. hey ... guess tht means its working. dont feel like crying yet though. maybe the 3rd bottle will get me there.
i was actually considering keeping the 3rd bottle for a rainy day. but wht the hell...i'm gonna finish it now.
fuck - spilt a little bit. gimme a sec. i get some tissue.
holy shit - i just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - i'm as red as freaking christmas tree...or i think more like red like christmas tree lights...haha...you know wht i freaking mean.
shit - beer tastes like crap! i'm not even halfway through my 3rd bottle yet. wht a freaking useless drinker. haha. but my head is feeling more heavy now. i still don't feel like crying. well - guess the beer isn't helping then. oh well.
i just forced myself to drink till there's only half left. i usually don't drink beer this fast. i wonder if i'll end up puking. i've never puked cause of drinking before. me being the dependable fucker who doesn't get too drunk. who never gets too drunk. the guy who's never puked because of drnking before. i think the last time i puked was probably 5 yrs ago - and i was really really sick then. docs thought i had freaking denggi. almost got admitted too. then they told me tht i jsut had a really high fever.
maybe i should just delete this entry? ah what the hell - i'm never foolish - lets be foolish for once. why not right?
friends .... those of you reading this...you';re gonna feel compelled to call me...to leave a coomment...to send me an email....
let me pls ask this of you - and pls honour this request.
DOn't.
just read this and know tht at one point in time - ie at this time - i feel like crap. and its ok ... whts life if you never feel crap every now and again. it ain't all flowers and daisies right? and relatively speaking ... i guess i've had it good. i mean. yeah i guess i've had it good. there's always something to complain about. but i wont. now now.
oh wow...i'm really getting a little high now. chugging this shit down is getting me there.
fuck - everytime i chug down a few gulps - i feel like i'm gonna puke. i'm really fucking gulping this crap down. it's freaking 4.24 am now. i'm gonna finish this 3rd bottle and just go to bed. iu still don't feel like crying at all. i was hoping the beer would help. oh well.
its weird - just a while ago - i was floating on air. now i'm trying to get high enough to cry.
argh! i keep on pressing the start button. there i go agiamn.
i notice the wrong spelling - nbut i'm not gonna fix ttht. just so tht the nexyt time i come online and read this - i can know tht i was really fucked up when i wrote this.
there's about just a little more than a quarter left, my stomache is startign to feel a little funny. but no....i'm gonna finish it.
i just went to look myself in the mirror - i look quite scary. getting high woint change anything. i'll still feel like crap tomorrow. lets jsut hoipe that this doesnt become a ritual.
hahha;....shit ... i just slid off the chair..
there's just less than a quarter left. i tried to finish it. but i couldnt. beer tastes like crap.
'
thank god i dont have class tomorrow.
hey...i'll sign into msn... haha...there's noone i'd like to talk to on my list right now. so i'll just leave it...
fuck....just one or 2 more small chugs left. then i'll be done. maybe i should have just stayed at 2 bottles.
man...i'm really red now. this is so stupid. why am i doign this ?
great. i' ve finished it./
ok. i'm out.
signing off --- the fucking common jack a,pmgst thje kings and queens.../
i'm chugging down my 1st bottle right now. it's carlsberg ice beer. i wanted to just get a 6 pack or something. but there wasn't any there at the 7-eleven. i grabbed 3 bottles of carlsberg ice beer simply because they were at eye level and within reach.
and beer tastes like crap.
but here i am - just parked outside my house less than 5 minutes ago - and i've already finished my 1st bottle. in fact, dropping the last few drops now. head is already feeling slightly heavy. i'm not drunk. nope. wish i had the money to buy enough beer to get drunk right now. but nope, only had enough to buy 3 bottles. not the big ones either - just the standard 325ml ones.
i'm just hoping that if i chug them down quickly - then i'd get high.
gosh - feel like crap now - but i can still type - looks like spending money on the 3 beers has been a waste of good money. feel like crying. but nothing's coming out. i'm only halfway through my 2nd bottle now. well - kinda. maybe by the 3rd one - i'll start bawling. who knows? i remember once - all i had was one fucking bottle of carl's reserve and i started to burst like a fucking damn. maybe that's it - maybe i need another carl's reserve.
fuck it. i'm not going out for more beer. shit - it tastes like crap.
but i'm feeling it a little more now. excellent. i'm not drunk yet. i won't get drunk. not with just a measely 3 freakin bottles. but it'll have to do.
i can't seem to bring myself to chug down the last half of my 2nd bottle. i'm no drinker. never was. fucking beer tastes like shit. ah wht the hell -
ahhhh... one more freaking quarter left of my 2nd bottle. then i'll move on to the 3rd bottle. then i won't be drunk. but maybe i'll be high enough to cry? do i need to cry? maybe i'll be high enough to not think? maybe i'll be high enough to not care anymore. yeah...maybe that will happen. wtf am i doing? why am i even typing this shit out?
who the fuck careS? i'll finish the last quarter of the 2nd bottle now...
took me a good minute or 3 but i finished the last quarter of my 2nd bottle. head heavier now. not drunk - but having to type a single word a few times before i get it right. hey ... guess tht means its working. dont feel like crying yet though. maybe the 3rd bottle will get me there.
i was actually considering keeping the 3rd bottle for a rainy day. but wht the hell...i'm gonna finish it now.
fuck - spilt a little bit. gimme a sec. i get some tissue.
holy shit - i just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - i'm as red as freaking christmas tree...or i think more like red like christmas tree lights...haha...you know wht i freaking mean.
shit - beer tastes like crap! i'm not even halfway through my 3rd bottle yet. wht a freaking useless drinker. haha. but my head is feeling more heavy now. i still don't feel like crying. well - guess the beer isn't helping then. oh well.
i just forced myself to drink till there's only half left. i usually don't drink beer this fast. i wonder if i'll end up puking. i've never puked cause of drinking before. me being the dependable fucker who doesn't get too drunk. who never gets too drunk. the guy who's never puked because of drnking before. i think the last time i puked was probably 5 yrs ago - and i was really really sick then. docs thought i had freaking denggi. almost got admitted too. then they told me tht i jsut had a really high fever.
maybe i should just delete this entry? ah what the hell - i'm never foolish - lets be foolish for once. why not right?
friends .... those of you reading this...you';re gonna feel compelled to call me...to leave a coomment...to send me an email....
let me pls ask this of you - and pls honour this request.
DOn't.
just read this and know tht at one point in time - ie at this time - i feel like crap. and its ok ... whts life if you never feel crap every now and again. it ain't all flowers and daisies right? and relatively speaking ... i guess i've had it good. i mean. yeah i guess i've had it good. there's always something to complain about. but i wont. now now.
oh wow...i'm really getting a little high now. chugging this shit down is getting me there.
fuck - everytime i chug down a few gulps - i feel like i'm gonna puke. i'm really fucking gulping this crap down. it's freaking 4.24 am now. i'm gonna finish this 3rd bottle and just go to bed. iu still don't feel like crying at all. i was hoping the beer would help. oh well.
its weird - just a while ago - i was floating on air. now i'm trying to get high enough to cry.
argh! i keep on pressing the start button. there i go agiamn.
i notice the wrong spelling - nbut i'm not gonna fix ttht. just so tht the nexyt time i come online and read this - i can know tht i was really fucked up when i wrote this.
there's about just a little more than a quarter left, my stomache is startign to feel a little funny. but no....i'm gonna finish it.
i just went to look myself in the mirror - i look quite scary. getting high woint change anything. i'll still feel like crap tomorrow. lets jsut hoipe that this doesnt become a ritual.
hahha;....shit ... i just slid off the chair..
there's just less than a quarter left. i tried to finish it. but i couldnt. beer tastes like crap.
'
thank god i dont have class tomorrow.
hey...i'll sign into msn... haha...there's noone i'd like to talk to on my list right now. so i'll just leave it...
fuck....just one or 2 more small chugs left. then i'll be done. maybe i should have just stayed at 2 bottles.
man...i'm really red now. this is so stupid. why am i doign this ?
great. i' ve finished it./
ok. i'm out.
signing off --- the fucking common jack a,pmgst thje kings and queens.../
Thursday, January 13, 2005
feeling depressed?
it's 8.40 pm.
feeling low? rather depressed?
well, get a beer, have a lie down ... it gets worse.
when you start thinking that it can't get any worse - it does. if you believe that all the shit has already gone down and the worst is over - take a good look around baby - it ain't over till the fat lady sings and the bad news is that she's been missing for a while and nobody knows where the hell she's at.
so what can you do when life gets that way?
i always thought that if shit happens - well - it happens. you can't stop it. it's something that you can't control. i try not to even worry about it. when it happens - there's only one thing to do - you try your best to overcome the situation and if that's not good enough - you try again. that's really all there is to do.
you could of course decide to get all fucked up and just scuff everything and be like, "it's all shit anyway ... so why bother?" ... but that's just stupid. really - that's just stupid.
so i've made it a point to try and do the right thing as far as i possibly can. but it's getting tiring. i hoped that cumulatively - doing the right thing will get me somewhere / something ... but here i am and i've got NUTs.
i guess it's true - good guys do finish last eh? or maybe i'm NOT that good after all. ah well - who the fuck knows? i don't really care anymore.
to be honest, i'm a little sick of being me at the moment. good or bad - i don't care anymore. don't i sound like a conceited self absorbed son of a bitch right now? hell yeah i do. and i don't give a damn! woo hoo!
so out of all this god awful rambling - what can i really say? what do i really know?
well - i know that tomorrow - i'll wake up.
i'll do whatever it is i need to do or whatever that comes up or maybe even not do anything at all...
then i'll eventually go to sleep and then wake up again and the cycle will continue till the day God decides, "ENOUGH. THAT'S IT."
things might change. it might change cause of me or cause of something else.
i just feel like shit now.
later.
signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens...
feeling low? rather depressed?
well, get a beer, have a lie down ... it gets worse.
when you start thinking that it can't get any worse - it does. if you believe that all the shit has already gone down and the worst is over - take a good look around baby - it ain't over till the fat lady sings and the bad news is that she's been missing for a while and nobody knows where the hell she's at.
so what can you do when life gets that way?
i always thought that if shit happens - well - it happens. you can't stop it. it's something that you can't control. i try not to even worry about it. when it happens - there's only one thing to do - you try your best to overcome the situation and if that's not good enough - you try again. that's really all there is to do.
you could of course decide to get all fucked up and just scuff everything and be like, "it's all shit anyway ... so why bother?" ... but that's just stupid. really - that's just stupid.
so i've made it a point to try and do the right thing as far as i possibly can. but it's getting tiring. i hoped that cumulatively - doing the right thing will get me somewhere / something ... but here i am and i've got NUTs.
i guess it's true - good guys do finish last eh? or maybe i'm NOT that good after all. ah well - who the fuck knows? i don't really care anymore.
to be honest, i'm a little sick of being me at the moment. good or bad - i don't care anymore. don't i sound like a conceited self absorbed son of a bitch right now? hell yeah i do. and i don't give a damn! woo hoo!
so out of all this god awful rambling - what can i really say? what do i really know?
well - i know that tomorrow - i'll wake up.
i'll do whatever it is i need to do or whatever that comes up or maybe even not do anything at all...
then i'll eventually go to sleep and then wake up again and the cycle will continue till the day God decides, "ENOUGH. THAT'S IT."
things might change. it might change cause of me or cause of something else.
i just feel like shit now.
later.
signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens...
Monday, January 10, 2005
YOU win.
it's 2.55 am. this is a sequel to the YOU entry.
YOU win. YOU happy now? i give up. you were right and i was wrong. i'm no extraordinary person - i'm just that little guy who's just not good enough no matter how hard i try. i'm just mediocre. to be anything more than that - i'd have to put in quintuple the effort than that of a regular joe.
i used to think i was 'all that' and a bag of chips. now i'm not even sure if i'm 'all that'.
YOU told me all this. YOU said i've never proven otherwise. everytime i try to prove otherwise - YOU tell me the same thing.
so, here i am proving YOU right. YOU're right. i give up.
YOU happy now?
signing off, common jack amongst the kings and queens...
YOU win. YOU happy now? i give up. you were right and i was wrong. i'm no extraordinary person - i'm just that little guy who's just not good enough no matter how hard i try. i'm just mediocre. to be anything more than that - i'd have to put in quintuple the effort than that of a regular joe.
i used to think i was 'all that' and a bag of chips. now i'm not even sure if i'm 'all that'.
YOU told me all this. YOU said i've never proven otherwise. everytime i try to prove otherwise - YOU tell me the same thing.
so, here i am proving YOU right. YOU're right. i give up.
YOU happy now?
signing off, common jack amongst the kings and queens...
Monday, January 03, 2005
Happy New Year 2005.
it's 2.15 pm. Jan 2nd 2005.
first off, let us not forget - that this year has started off with trying to recover from a bang of a disastrous kind. mother nature gave us all a big kick in the balls.
so as the few of us go on with life as usual - don't forget that many people out there have lost everything.
so, whatever religion you practise and in whatever way you speak to God, do so at least once NOT for yourself but for the people who have lost. may they get the strength to survive the tragedy, the will to overcome death and help should they be unable to muster the strength and will.
a moment of silence please.
thank you.
_________________________________________________________________
now, the new year has begun. it's 2005.
let me just say so long to 2004 and good riddance!
it was a bad year. with more downs than ups and if i received scars for each and every down i've experienced last year - it'd have been a collection of scars that by far exceeds every other year. so 2004 - fuck you. this time, no censoring - cause i really mean it. 2004 - fuck you.
i won't talk about all the downs i've been dealt with last year cause it's over. and it's just redundant talking about them lah.
but despite all the dirt - some diamonds have been unearthed. the things i will be doing from hereonin are so different from previous years.
all of sudden, this year i'm a kickboxing instructor. who'd have thought?
i've got VTC - Victorian Theater Company - of which i'm a part of and the people there are all helping me become a better actor. and hopefully - sometime in the middle of this year - we (as in the members of VTC) will put on a show that we can be proud of.
being in college is the expected thing. i'm not gonna talk about this one. i know what i have to do with regards to college. so that's the end of the 'college' discussion.
i don't really have much to say right now except - for the last time - 2004: goodbye and good riddance.
to the rest of y'all - have a good year.
signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens.
first off, let us not forget - that this year has started off with trying to recover from a bang of a disastrous kind. mother nature gave us all a big kick in the balls.
so as the few of us go on with life as usual - don't forget that many people out there have lost everything.
so, whatever religion you practise and in whatever way you speak to God, do so at least once NOT for yourself but for the people who have lost. may they get the strength to survive the tragedy, the will to overcome death and help should they be unable to muster the strength and will.
a moment of silence please.
thank you.
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now, the new year has begun. it's 2005.
let me just say so long to 2004 and good riddance!
it was a bad year. with more downs than ups and if i received scars for each and every down i've experienced last year - it'd have been a collection of scars that by far exceeds every other year. so 2004 - fuck you. this time, no censoring - cause i really mean it. 2004 - fuck you.
i won't talk about all the downs i've been dealt with last year cause it's over. and it's just redundant talking about them lah.
but despite all the dirt - some diamonds have been unearthed. the things i will be doing from hereonin are so different from previous years.
all of sudden, this year i'm a kickboxing instructor. who'd have thought?
i've got VTC - Victorian Theater Company - of which i'm a part of and the people there are all helping me become a better actor. and hopefully - sometime in the middle of this year - we (as in the members of VTC) will put on a show that we can be proud of.
being in college is the expected thing. i'm not gonna talk about this one. i know what i have to do with regards to college. so that's the end of the 'college' discussion.
i don't really have much to say right now except - for the last time - 2004: goodbye and good riddance.
to the rest of y'all - have a good year.
signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens.
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