Hmm. It's been three years.

Oh man, I feel so old. o_o

And I've just unearthed this pic.

I look pretty damn cool, if I say so myself. But then again, WTF was that stupid blue thing I used?

The ocean.

The waves, so similar to humanity.

How many of us get to taste the fresh air, to breathe, to live?

How many more of us stay underneath, in the dark and cold, with only dreams to keep us going?

Those of us that are at the top, do we appreciate our position? Are we happy? Do we deserve this?

And why the hell do those big ugly ships keep squashing us?

Hm.......Rinoa seems to have moved to the Garden. Well, I haven't seen her around because I was too busy catching the juvenile delinquents that seemed to have popped up ever since Fuj, Raijin and I were gone.

Geez, all our hard work for nothing. Everywhere you look, there's speeders running around for Hyne knows what reason. Especially that lil' kid that keeps running around in circles....that kid is mad hyped up.

I should probably get the cafeteria people to stop selling Pixie Stix to lil' kids. And Selphie too, for that matter. You haven't seen anything till you've seen Selphie and her gang (a bunch of fivish year olds) drag themselves up to the counter all bleary-eyed and then run off like rabbits as soon as they've gotten a taste of that sugar. And I bet they put caffine in that stuff!!

Maybe that's why there's speeders all around Garden....

Why the hell am I doin' this? Hyne, I must be outta my mind! Keeping a public journal??? Well, I wanted to see what the fuss is about. I mean, everybody's makin' a Xanga. Or a Weblog. Or a journal. Whatever the heck they call it.

I suppose it started when that Messenger-girl started her online diary. Note to self: Kill Messenger-girl.

Now that I've taken a look at this, I've decided that is such a complete waste of time!! Who the hell's gonna read this anyway?? My time would be better spent trying to catch Chicken-wuss in the Secret Area with that library girl and putting them both in detention...