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It's been quite a long time since I last posted in this blog (notice that I say this every single time ) and I don't think I will be able to post regularly anymore. Anyway, do feel free to visit my LiveJournal but please do not fret if you see it empty; as you see I am still in a state of fixing things up and for some reason (loads of homework, grades that need to be pulled up, and things of the sort) I can't seem to find time to complete anything at all. All I am hoping for now is to be able ...

as in the seventh day of the year 2007...already???
i have a friend who has been bugging me for months now whether i have begun my christmas shopping. i never start till well after thanksgiving...WELL after.

i would love to do something different for thanksgiving this year. i thought about flying to california to be with my parents but that's not really different.
a group i belong to used to do a senior citizen's thanksgiving dinner on the big day itself. it was for ...

A brief commentary on time as subjective thought.

Without time, there is nothing, this stands as a fact. This commentary aims to prove that like the truth, time is a subjective entity open to interpretation. Without time, there could be so much more than nothing, given that nothing stands for less than everything. Since history, it is determined that men move trough time, and today, with modern advances in science, it is detailed that time is relative. But relative in this case is ...

THESIS:

I have to submit a 15 page critical analysis paper in order to gain entrance to college, and since I have none hanging about the house, I must write it from scratch. The good news is --since it is not a requirement for a class - my possibilities are endless. I've decided to go with my passion for Byron and Wilde.

My basic belief (one I've had but decided to capitalize upon) is that Wilde is the second incarnation of Byron, figuratively speaking. Their lives, ...

I was searching for something
but I didn't know where to look,
I searched for so long,
and all my time it took.
What was I looking for,
or what was looking for me?
My eyes I kept open
but I just couldn't see.
It was gnawing at my heart
and ripping through my brain.
I didn't know what was wrong.
I thought I was going insane.
I was tired of looking for something
that I thought was impossible to ...