Kevin,Kevin,Kevin? (Whahahahahaaa!!!!!!) I have successfully opened your Blog. I thought I've forgotten your account and pashhhword.

Feb. 24' 2005 the day of the school Debate...I cant wait anymore. Its hard to be seperated from kevIn and its harder to be forced to do alL your responsibilities and be seperated from kevin at the same time.

 I am now facing a lot Of torment and I am not certain if I could submit myself to all these duties.Change, its not always good. I force myself to be good enough not just for myself but also for the people around me. I am pushed down by my abilities and its too late to turn back. And for all these torture, for all these hindrances, my source of strength comes from God and from KeVin. His prEsence helps me gain back my energy and know that everYthing is gOing to be alright again. And now that I cant be with him that mUch anymore, it will be enough just to hear his voice on the phone or even to just see him text. I guess kevin does not realize that I am rusting without him, he doesnt know that I need him and I want him every single second of my complicated life. Maybe kevin does not know because I dont take the chances of telling him.But Im not really good in words. Ive realized that since I was able to think and find out about this subverted world. Well, I guess this is one of the ways where I could be able to let you know. I need you now more than ever, I need you more like yesterday and more for tomorrow, I need you kev. Ive always searched for someone like you. In you I found laughter, in you I found warmth, in you I found the innoscence that saves me from defeat. In you I found love kevin, the love no one else that I know has. Youre special and you should know that. Ive felt eternal happiness with you. I have felt the the things Ive never felt before.

                        And now, as I end this shit, I will go back to the world of the busy people, exhausting, frustrating, currupting, despising and confusing. I have surrendered to Him and I shall not turn back. I shall prove the wonders of his words and I shall show it to the world. I choose not to be afraid, I choose not to quit and I choose not to step away from the things that will bring me the contentment and achievement that Ive been aiming on. Kevin, "I LOVE YOU". When I am not by your side, when you do not hear my voice, when your mind is distracted and your body's out of control, WOULD YOU TELL YOUR HEART TO REMEMBER THIS?..... I shall be one with you soon.

                                                                        -Francesca Mishca Burwell Timonera

I recall a lecture in Philosophy class. The only thing permanent in this world is change.

Simply put , the only permanent thing in this world IS change. It doesn't get any simpler than that. Seeds spring into trees, sweet puppies turn into vicious, rabid beasts and cute babies turn into more vicious, more rabid beasts capable of reducing our once known Earth into a rotting dump of death and decay.

There is one man, though fictional, that seems to defy the universal law of change. How tormented Dorian Gray must be. And yet, how blessed he is.

Youth is beauty. Beauty is power. A young man is filled with the promise of opportunity, the hope of finding a suitable lover for himself is overwhelming. But alas, when he grows old, he finds that he is at the edge of his world,  at the last few words of his story, at the mercy of death himself.

Is this truly a tragedy? Must we fear old age and, inevitably, death? Is immortality a good thing? Is eternal life an impossible gift man hopes to achieve or a despair that we seek to gain?

Dorian Gray walks this Earth a young man and yet his portrait ages as each day turns into night and into day again. He is blessed with knowledge of glorious past events And is tortured by the shadows of his sins. What he has now is what he will have forever. No loss but sadly, there can never be any gain as well.

There are things worse than death. One of them's living forever.

It's been quite a while since i updated this thing.

My birthday came and went and I enjoyed every moment I spent with her.

That's it.

What else do you want?

I can still remember her fingers... slowly, but surely interlocking with mine.

Right now I'm thinking of something really witty to write. I can't. How on Earth can I express the way that I love the way she smells, the way her smile always seems to brighten up a room, the way her laugh fills my ears with such joy...(the list goes on)

We're back together again.

You want details?

Nah... I don't know who you are.