Im still laughing long after i posted this entry.

Well, the 2005 Grace Winter Retreat was great. The students and the staff hopefully were blessed and I saw alot of people having a great time praising the Lord and fellowshipping with each other. Having so many people of different nationalities worshipping together and becoming friends is something that breaks the heart as well as barriers. Hopefully there will be many more wonderful events to come and more great times. This is just a taste of the things that wait for us in eternity. Next time though, i want to be come as a student so i can enjoy everything also. Breaking the rules, testing the patience of the counselors, breaking the retreat furniture, and macking the laides is something i have missed for soo long! Then again, abusing my authority and power is exciting and fun too....muhahahaha

Breaking stuff

Breaking the Rules

Testing the patience of the counselors (far right)

Macking the ladies

Flaunting my power and authority

Today as i was walking out of my car, i heard someone yell gook at me. I looked on one side, but all i saw was an old asian man. Then i looked at the other side, and there was nothing but a jehovahs witness temple. Assuming that Jehovahs witnesses dont yell racial slurs from their temples, i looked at the house next to it, and lo and behold, i see a boy in the window smiling and waving and calling me names. So u know what i did? I got in my car, started the ignition, checked my mirrors again, put on my seatbelt and then pulled out of my spot. Then i rammed his house at 40 mph collapsing the front door and most of the exterior wall holding up the 2nd floor where the little boy was standing. It was pretty awesome until i woke up from my daydream. So in reality i simply ignored it like i do everytime and continued walking in the satisfaction that i am a better man. &^%#^&#!!!!

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Why do we Xanga?

a) for recognition (for wat? i dunno)

b) to vent (like as a diary)

c) get people to like us (girls or guys or both...gross!!)

d) just for fun (which is short for all of the above)

That said, i xanga because i want people to like me for my smart and witty comments, to marvel at my wisdom and gasp in amazement at my insights. I want people to seek me out and beg me to dispense my knowledge to their empty minds. I want to be unique! and fabulous! and chique! without compromising my values unless it is absolutely necessary or if there is alot of money involved. I want to be sweet music to the masses. Xanga is essential to my odyssey of self renewal and instant gratification. Oh Xanga, take me, make me, wake me from my formless slumbers and place me in the dreamy online world of blogger fame.