sometimes the world sucks

Jun 21, 2006 09:28

I'm not the type who'd write everthing that happens to me each day on this online journal but I thought this one's worth writing. Lucky are those students who do not take the train to get to school...why? Because that piece of shite did not work today, everyone who takes the train every weekday had to flock the highway for a utility vehicle. I was ( Read more... )

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shera007 December 8 2006, 00:43:44 UTC
I like your entries because you are funny and entertaining.I think you should be a writer, you really do catch my attention and trust, itt akes a lot to do that.Just ask anyone who knows me:p

No really! Have you ever considered coming to the States?Not that it's great,because it's nothing like what you see on t.v or shows like 90210 or even Grey's unless of course your rich as shit .. I don't know I was born in Mindinao and came to Cali when I was 3 yrs old. I think your English and writing is a hell lot better than mine is,read my entries and you will know what I mean.Well, a lot of my stupid attempts on here are just bogus, I can't believe I write what I write about sometimes ..oh well such is life.

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sam_wildeve December 8 2006, 07:03:33 UTC
Not really, I guess I'm not a big fan of America, maybe someday (all the great stuff is there anyway). In fact I've never gone outside this country but I will (with my academic classmates and twin sister) go to China next year on january 17. Yeah I guess 90210 and all those sitcoms make California look really nice and I've always believed that whatever you see on TV is not exactly how it is in real life. Anyway, consider yourself lucky, California's not that bad and the weather there is definitely better I bet. Another deadly typhoon is coming (the third one this year) here, not that it affects us that much except when classes get suspended but it's really depressing to see those who have lost everything in the news. Anyway, thanks for exchanging messages with me.

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