My First Blog entry

i wonder where i should start about my life that's gone from stale to stinking rotten papayas. i could've just made it in such a way that i avoid all these obstacles that i had to face to get to where i am at now. i had a friend by the name of Poontang when i was just a little over 2 feet. i called him Jambalaya the Pale. his skin was very pale. Jambalaya used to bring Kandos rice crisps chocolate bars to school. i used to beat the living daylights out of him and grab the Kandos from him and gobble them down. THE WAR HAS BEEN WON, AND I CONQUERED MY FEAR. i did it in a regular basis that i used to get hit on the palm of my hand with a wooden ruler by the teacher in charge. i was only 5 then, mind you.