4c'09the night belongs to us :)hehes prom is better than all of us hav expected. we all had fun dancing, dining, and enjoying th game together. hope tt all the memories that we had for these past few years w...

Day twenty-nine - Freedom by David GrayThere's a song I haven't played for almost 4 years - because I couldn't bear to listen to it. This blog, as you may know, links songs to episodes in our lives.  Fortunately, m...

  Here is a radical who is extremely dumb and stubborn, a socialist now working as an MP to rape the rights of the people. The rights are the right of self, speech, property, religion, free entrepreneurship, free mo...

"I am aware that many object to the severity of my language; but is there not cause for severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or to speak, or wr...

Ahhh, "the religion of peace" never fails to act in a predictable manner.And it should surprise no one that the United Nations is going to help Islamofascism to eliminate dissent and tolerance. I mean, one has to give th...

A lot of things touch me. This part of my history book I'm reading right now got to me."One North Carolina slave, who had seen his parents separated by sale, recalled many years later what for him had been the most signi...

Hey guys. Well first off, my name is Alisa and I'm 15. So anyway I'm basically an average teen with average issues. I don't exactly care if someone doesn't like what I have to say, so please don't leave any comments of h...

So this is the second part of my examination of Calvinism. Or Reformed Theology…that’s a much better word. I like it. The previous entry is here  Previously I examined Total Depravity of Man. It was basically the i...

She closes her eyes and runs her fingers down his cheek, memorizing the sturdiness of his jaw. His skin is soft and yet rough with his beard growing back. Its amazing how much a persons eyes reflect. and the passion deep...

  It itches in the back of my throat, far from where my fingers can reach. All the words I want to scream or just say. Whisper maybe. Anything to get them out. I'm a slave to them; to the thoughts, to the doubts ...