.... that someone is in my room and I doesn't know why he was there. After my father solved the problem for me. We were all laughing about it. My father said, "In the Philippines, eating with hands are their culture, you will never see this in Taiwan." In Taiwan, everybody use chopsticks to eat. Nobody will use spoon and folk to eat, because that's a kind of hard. Just like my first time used the spoon and folk. I doesn't know either to use my left hand to hold spoon or use my right hand. People have longer weekend than Taiwan. Both Sunday and Saturday are the .....

.... Satanist have alot of power. If they really don’t, we could just not tell them and pretend we do. They would never know the difference anyway. When we got to the truck, I ask mom if Jake and I could ride in the back. “Its too cold to ride back there!You’ll freeze to death! And what if we wreck? There aren’t any seat belts back there!” she yelled back. I was hoping she wouldn’t yell like this. Then dad butted in. “What are you two talking about? Why do I always get left out of the conversation?” “Tina wants to know if she and Jake can ride in the .....

.... are unsure of your capacities and limitations in any way, please do not read this, or at least do not take it seriously. For those of you who feel you can handle this, read on. Now, let us start at the most logical place to begin, the beginning. What is reality? Well, there are many explanations and theories about this, but I based mine on what I can observe and how I perceive things as a whole. Reality, as we know it seems to be made up of various dimensions. Most people will say reality is three dimensional, but it's really mo .....

.... thing that goes along with his fighting techniques, are his day dream desires of being a security dog. We have this one dog named Pinto that Lobito hates with all his heart. Being that Pinto is alot older and bigger than Lobbito , Lobito never dares raise a bark at Pinto. But don't ever tell Pinto to go outside the house, because as soon as Lobito hears the words “Pinto outside”, hell breaks loose. Lobito will come tearing around the corner like if he heard Puppy Chow was going to be on sale. He starts barking and yelping right behind Pinto with an oc .....

.... Usually they left the school, we loved it when they did that. Anyway, back to the story... On Friday afternoon, just after school, we were all walking home talking about how much of a loser this new guy was. By the time we got to the end of the street, we had all agreed that we should do something totally outrageous to his cat because he had been bragging about it all week. On Saturday, we all met up at the local park and brought along little tools which we thought might come in handy for this sinister exercise. Grant and Rene brought some rope and a switch .....

.... me today, emotionally exhausting. Each member of this close-knit, loving group had an iron will and strong opinions. No one was willing to remain quiet, not even to keep the often fragile peace at these reunions. I was just as guilty as the others. At least our dinner table talk was never boring! It certainly would not be tonight. Because I was determined that this would be the night that I would tell my grandfather that I wanted to be a professional dancer. A rude gull squawked near my ear, rousing me from my reverie and I turned and walked purposefully back .....

.... to the chapel at the edge of the village; the same chapel which had haunted my slumber earlier. At this point madness must have surged through my blood for before I understood what was happening I found myself staring at the rickety old sign at the border of our town which read Melas. As I came nearer to the chapel I expected the tormenting sensation in my head to diminish. Alas, it did not. The truth is that the throbbing increased to what I can only describe as a cranial vibration. This timbre was not painful, however, nor uncomfortable, but pleasant .....

.... drove back and forth, each suggesting who might be having a party tonight or what girls might be home. They were hardly lucky enough to find a girl from school home on a Saturday night. They were even less lucky when it came to the matter of getting a girl to ride with them. Mostly because when she would ask: what are we doing to do, they would reply: drive around for awhile. This was not something a high school girl wanted to hear from two guys. Even the slowest of females would come to the conclusion that the proposal wasn't entirely good hearted. In the cas .....