Friday, May 1, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
best and favorite teacher
You are my FAVORITE teacher though.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
High School
high school is sweet
it can be anything
it can be nothing
it is what you want
in a time of youth
it is the best of times
no matter who you were
or what you did
forgive and forget
but always remember
the times that you had
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Innocent
Thursday, February 26, 2009
10 Reasons to love the Spring Semester
2. Three months until Graduation
3. It rains more
4. No school
5. My cousins wedding
6. Get to sleep late
7. No school
8. Travel
9. Get to see relatives
10. Get to sleep late
Monday, February 2, 2009
18 Reasons
2. livingroom 2. and working
3. bed 3. helping
4. truck 4. humor
5. TV 5. sarcasm
7. computer
8. bathroom
9. diningroom
11. dog
12. fish
13. cat
14. wii
15. my room
16. eye color
17. internet
18. haricuts
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thieves Steal a Beach
Hundreds of tonnes of white sand vanished from a planned resort on the island's north coast in July but three months later there is no sign of suspects nor sand.
An estimated 500 truck-loads of sand were removed from the Coral Spring beach in Trelawny and were believed to have been sold to rival resorts, a hefty logistical feat which has stumped police.
"It's a very complex investigation because it involves so many aspects," Mark Shields, the deputy commissioner for crime at the Jamaica Constabulary Force, told the BBC.
"You've got the receivers of the stolen sand, or what we believe to be the sand. The trucks themselves, the organizers and, of course, there is some suspicion that some police were in collusion with the movers of the sand."
A lot of sand is used in unregulated home-building across the Caribbean island but the scale and organisation behind the Trelawny heist - amounting to 400m (1,300ft) of strand - raised suspicions that hotels may have been involved.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Through The Dog's Eyes
I was in some kind of dump site. All I could smell was death. Now I remember what happened. The fat man, who always smelled like fast food and sweat, put me in some kind of ring where I could smell the blood of other dogs. Dogs and humans. They let some kind of other dog out of the other side. That was when the yelling started, it startled the other dog. He lifted his head up. His first and last mistake. I remember tasting blood as my teeth sank into his throat. The fat man was smiling when he stepped into the ring with the muzzle. No. I was not going back to the cage. He knelt to put the muzzle on. I went for his throat.
They thought that I was dead, Lucky me. I didn't know where I was or where they were, Lucky them.