My conversation with Shaggy on msn.
(the past is the past...is me, and shahrukh is, well, shahrukh!) and don't ask about my name, the past is the past, lets leave it there...ok? geez.... heheh

the past is the past. lets leave it there! haha! says:
did you get rebecca's laptop?
Shahrukh - ....dnt knw where im going, jst knw i gotta keep on goin says:
i fixed it, also fixed chos comp..
the past is the past. lets leave it there! haha! says:
oh really
the past is the past. lets leave it there! haha! says:
what was the problem?
Shahrukh - ....dnt knw where im going, jst knw i gotta keep on goin says:
her router wasnt giving her an ip, and chos comp was filled with too mch crap
the past is the past. lets leave it there! haha! says:
ohhhh icic....
*cora is nodding in confusion* she thinks to herself, "I know nothing about computers!!" Yet, refuse to feel embarrassed in front of Shaggy, and hoping that he'll never suspect a thing, she says: "ohh..icic, good thing it wasn't that big of a deal.."
then she thought to herself again, "it wasn't, right? hmmm..."
Shahrukh - ....dnt knw where im going, jst knw i gotta keep on goin says:
hahhaha, ure the cutest...
Shahrukh - ....dnt knw where im going, jst knw i gotta keep on goin says:
best reply ever
the past is the past. lets leave it there! haha! says:
i should put that on my bog...our conversation..hahah. it'll be funny
Shahrukh - ....dnt knw where im going, jst knw i gotta keep on goin says:
doo it...
the past is the past. lets leave it there! haha! says:
i will..

...and so i did. I thought it was funny, yeah...so don't judge! Its cultural!! Hey, that should be my msn name...
this is what happens to you as a result of lack of sleep and lack of food in your system....

In the midst of emailing my brother, I was inspired to write a poem...again! sorry for all my readers who have to deal with these "spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings" (Wordsworth).

stress,
you thought you got me,
and I thought that I'll be,
but you have no control over me.
because He has set me free
so begone! For I am guaranteed
that He shall continue to deliver me.

stress free!!!

all by the grace of God! Thank you Lord!

essays,
I can't think of you without dismay.
why do you leave me to decay?
as I look into the screen,
confused, I waste away.
I sigh and say:
essays,
keep away,
and make way as I
fade away...

joy of being an English student.

As all the excitement surrounds me, I wonder: "Why don't I get one? Am I not cared for?" I tried comforting myself by saying: "I don't need one, I don't need to be cared for." or "maybe they forgot, its not their fault." Yet, i remain unsatisfied with my reply, something in my heart still yearns for their love, to be cared for. However, I shall retain myself and say nothing more.

Lord, if i love to be loved,
then i know nothing of Calvary love.