Monthly Archives: October 2011

What I like best? There are almost too many things I like best which doesn’t really make sense since best usually refers to one. But I’m the type to like many things equally. Fear? I like to THINK I have … Continue reading →

I favor with Heraclitus’s philosophy It goes something like One cannot step twice in the same sea Think about it some more, Then I’ll make my own hypotheses Basically, It’s just me I try to be   No, not the … Continue reading →

Why is everyone looking at me? Oh thats right, I have to present my monologue.  Do I enjoy this? Nope.  Id rather be playing call of duty.  Oh well, we all have to do things we dont like.  Well since … Continue reading →

Usually when I come home late from a friend’s house or school,, my mom is always up, waiting for me to get home safely. She would open the door for me to go inside and then she’ll ask me if … Continue reading →

I am me I like the pump I like perfection I like it when everything is neat I dislike feelings I dislike time I dislike when I hit my foot against the bed at night I am Armenian I am … Continue reading →

Hate is such a strong word, but yet it comes so easy, especially for a sports fanatic. It’s easy to hate the rival team and all of its supporters, so I guess you can say that I hate Manchester City … Continue reading →

Who am I? That’s a great question. If you know the answer to that, please, enlighten me. Truth be told, I don’t know who I am just yet, I’m a work in progress. I know what I like about myself, … Continue reading →

I am a freshman at Baruch College. My name is Julia and I turned eighteen this past summer. All throughout summer, I imagined how college would be like. The city, the lectures and the people. As of right now, it … Continue reading →

In this first semester of college I’m being asked a lot To reflect on myself; my feelings; my thoughts. As a result, I reply in a way That sums up who I am in a possibly boring way. I say … Continue reading →

Perspective of a Clock Why is everyone staring at me? Sure, I make a lot of noise, but personally, I don’t enjoy the attention at all. Hey you. Stop looking. I’m not fascinating. You’ve been staring way too long. Don’t … Continue reading →