tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217590422011-04-21T14:54:59.176-04:00pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1142261399646760962006-03-13T09:47:00.000-05:002006-03-13T09:49:59.740-05:00For those of you thta have been woundering why I havent been in class since before break that because I yook a job with the Department of Corrections and had to drop out of school. Class was fun wish I was there but im not so have fun Robert is a good professor. take care<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-114226139964676096?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1139949535437809382006-02-14T15:37:00.000-05:002006-02-14T15:38:55.436-05:00Why today<br />why not yesterday<br />why did it happen today<br />Why did it ever happen<br /><br />So many questions, So few answers<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113994953543780938?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1139928372499041052006-02-14T09:39:00.000-05:002006-02-14T15:35:13.100-05:00<div align="center">Remember Me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">To the living, I am gone</div><div align="center">To the sorrowful, I will never return</div><div align="center">To the angry, I was cheated</div><div align="center">But to the happy,I am at peace</div><div align="center">And to the faithful, I have never left</div><div align="center">I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So as you stand up on shore,</div><div align="center">gazing as a beatuiful sea</div><div align="center">Remember Me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">As you look upon a flower and </div><div align="center">Admire is simplicity</div><div align="center">Remember Me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Remember Me in your heart, your thoughts </div><div align="center">and your memories of the we cried</div><div align="center">the tinmes we fought, and the times </div><div align="center">we laughed</div><div align="center">For if you always think of me, I will never </div><div align="center">be gone</div><div align="center"></div><div align="right">-- Author Unknown</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113992837249904105?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1139841187723613702006-02-13T09:26:00.001-05:002006-02-13T09:33:07.733-05:00The day i will never forget<br />it was november 23, 1999<br />at 1123 am i found out that my best friend will no longer be with us<br />that he had past away<br />My world had crashed and will never be the same<br /><br />Time has passed<br />many days have gone by and my life it still not the same<br /><br />Then on August 15 2004 I found my new best friend. Its not the same best friend i had before but it cant be. My new best friend is a person who i cant seem to live a day without. She is on my mind all the time. She is the person who i can see in my life forever.<br /><br />The world works in mysterous ways<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113984118772361370?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1139414511265934322006-02-08T10:58:00.000-05:002006-02-08T11:01:51.280-05:00Right after work<br />I fall asleep but i dont sleep well<br />for the intishipation of the night to follow<br />when i can just sit and relax<br />let the show take over me<br />the feel of the rush<br />the tush<br />the high stirited bulls<br />I just wish I was there<br />but not yet<br />so i just watch and wounder<br />What this feeling will be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113941451126593432?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1139407399028415962006-02-08T08:58:00.000-05:002006-02-08T09:03:19.040-05:00<strong>Today is Sunday</strong><br /><strong>Its not any other day</strong><br /><strong>I wish it was Monday</strong><br /><strong>I wish it were Friday</strong><br /><strong>Monday what a Manic Monday</strong><br /><strong>The weekend is almost here</strong><br /><strong>My mind is clear</strong><br /><strong>Is this over yet</strong><br /><strong>Dont Fret</strong><br /><strong>I bet shes smart</strong><br /><strong>Shes smarter than I</strong><br /><strong>Her sister is dumb</strong><br /><strong>Shes Pretty</strong><br /><strong>I can keep a secret</strong><br /><strong>Cant you</strong><br /><strong>I cant</strong><br /><strong>Thats ok you can tell me</strong><br /><strong>I promise I wont tell</strong><br /><strong>Is this over yet</strong><br /><strong>I think so</strong><br /><strong>I hope so</strong><br /><strong>Today is Monday</strong><br /><strong>I wish it was friday</strong><br /><strong>Then the weekends almost here</strong><br /><strong>I like weekends </strong><br /><strong>Its over, Now</strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113940739902841596?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1138812584608239622006-02-01T11:47:00.000-05:002006-02-01T11:49:44.616-05:00this person is someone who i can trust with my life<br />this person is a person who i would give me life to save their's<br />this person is a bestfriend, a companion<br />this person is someone who i can not live with out<br /><br />Who is this person ?<br /><br />this person knows who they are<br />do you?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113881258460823962?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1138810951092050412006-02-01T11:18:00.000-05:002006-02-01T11:22:31.100-05:00The fun times they shared, the memories they had<br />The times they bonded, we cut short on the tragic day,<br />the day a father lost his son and a good friend,<br />The day when a mother lost her baby boy,<br /><br />The feelings of lost and regret will only be memories<br />Memories that will last a lifetime, they will have to cause thats all we have left<br />The presious memories<br /><br />Miss ya Pal<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113881095109205041?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21759042.post-1138721097304543062006-01-31T10:24:00.000-05:002006-01-31T10:24:57.310-05:00this is my first post -<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21759042-113872109730454306?l=pbrlyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pbrfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505506694690462830noreply@blogger.com2