Birthday Post

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls. This post is for one purpose and one purpose only. And that is to wish my friend Chloee a Happy Birthday!!!!

Birthday Post

Faithful reader this post serves one purpose, and that is to wish Eliana a Happy Birthday!!!!!!!

STAND UP!!!!!!!!!

Hello Faithful Readers, Bernard would like to apologize for yet another long period without blogging. New in my life, just got hired at In-N-Out (yes my Brother and I work together), and I got my Drivers license last month (bet you I beat you to it Chloee hahaha). Other than that nothing new here. Anyway, I've been doing alot of thinking and I thought to myself something is wrong when you hear preacher after preacher after preacher talk about how lost this generation is. You know its not those that are out in the world we have to worry about because if we don't get it together on the inside how will we ever get them to do what we won't. Young people our biggest enemy is not the temptations we fight with at school or work, its not those old friends we use to have, its not our unsaved family. The enemy we have to fight the hardest right now is laziness and his close friend procrastination, it's that spirit that says I'm to tired to get up early to pray, that spirit that says God will tell me when he is ready for me to start doing whatever it is he has in store for me. You know you can pray for a job all day long but unless you take the time to apply, your prayers are in vain, likewise you can pray for God's will till your blue in the face but unless you start searching for that perfect will your prayers are in vain. Because everybody is trying to FIND the will of God but how can you find Looked for? The bible says faith without works is dead, God wants to see us show interest. God is not gonna put more on us then we can bear, see most always take that in a sense of trials but that can go both ways, if we don't show God we are ready he isn't gonna put more on us than we can bear. I know it says he will pour out a blessing we don't have room enough to receive but he ain't gonna just give it to us we gotta work for it. Our Pastor shouldn't have to lift us up every service, it was Aaron and Hur who held Moses' hands up not Moses holding up Aaron and Hur's hands. It's time for the true Apostolic young people to Stand up and say "I can't sit around any longer, I have got to be used by God" It's time for us to stop waiting for some divine sign that says "(insert you name here) I want you to do this." You see I am a basketball player and we have a saying that says "It's not how good you are it"s how bad you want it" you see it;s not how well you sing or how well you play as instrument It's how bad you want a move of God, It's how bad you want to be use by God. Don't get me wrong keep praying for his will but don't stop there show Jesus that you not all talk, show God you can back up everything your praying for. I told myself Bernard you been praying for his will for a while now time to find it. I was talking to Coco and I said what if God is waiting to give us a chance to be a part of whatever the next amazing thing he is about to do but we aren't stepping up to them game so he gives it to someone else. Young people lets not miss our opportunity to be a part of something amazing.Now is the time to answer the call, Now is the time to start doing those things for God we've never done, Now is the time to Stand Up!

(I hope this post has encouraged somebody to get on fire for Jesus and to stop wasting time.)

God Bless you all

-Bernard out

Just Passing By: A Short Story Compossed by T. Kifle

Hello Faithful Readers, was just on The Kifle Chronicles and I read this post by T. Kifle and I was compeled to post this so if you havn't read it there hear it is. Comment for part 2.

"It all happened so quickly", he thought to himself. He tried to the best of his ability to grasp the weight of the day's events. Now as he sailed across the Mediterranean towards the now ancient city of Cyrene, he couldn't help but replay the gruesome images he had seen just hours earlier. He was trying hard to sleep, he was tired, and his coat still bore a few red stains. But the images kept coming back; he even heard the voices, the wailing. He was trying to shut it all out of his mind. He couldn't. There was something he had to figureout, but where was he to start. Amidst such pain and agony, he couldn't understand why he felt so wonderful after it was all said and done.

He tried to steer his thoughts in a different direction. The Passover was great, he thought. After all, that was why he made the journey.

The images began to play again.

He reunited with his family members, and rekindled old friendships.

The voices.

The food was great, and the memories of past Passover celebrations flooded his mind.

The wailing.

He was disappointed that his two sons –Alexander and Rufus- weren't able to come.

The clanging of brass on a roman centurion.

He missed their mother – she had passed some years before.

The crowd , the commotion, the hammering.

The involuntary recollections were coming in fragments and they were hard turn off, but he was trying. He thought of home: the great city of Cyrene. Cyrene was located in northern coast of Africa, tucked into a lush valleyintheJebel akhdar uplands. It boasted a school of philosophy, founded by Arisitippus, a disciple of the great Socrates himself. The "Athens of Africa", he thought.Hewas lucky to live there; he worked hard and made it big. After all, he was an heir of the Abrhamic blessing. But something big was missing from his life.

He fell asleep. Now, he wouldn't be able to stop the images or the sounds.

He felt entirely conscious in this dream, like he was just reliving the current day from the start. It was so real. In this dream He walked down a rough, stony street . He was just passing by, on his way back home. He saw the crowd again. Hundreds, maybe even thousands. Men, women, boys and girls. Some looked angry, others wept in agony. Some were clueless – like himself."A post-Passover celebration maybe", he thought. "Maybe not". He had to find out what on earth could attract so many people after the previous night's festivities. He pushed his way through the crowd with his two pack bags providing extra bulk with which he could use to plow through tightly woven blanket of stubborn bystanders. He finally broke through the crowd. The emotion was more intense here. It seemed that those who felt more strongly about whatever was happening had made it a point to obtain front row seats. Those who wept were weeping more bitterly than ever. Those who were enraged shook their fists more vehemently, more violently. The wailing and the shouting combined made the most horrific noisehehadever heard in his life. It was deafeningly loud. But there he was, looking completely lost, and feeling very uninvited.

Everyone seemed to be looking to the left, waiting for something or someone. In this instance, it would be fine to "follow the crowd". He looked left. He thought of asking another bystander what commotion was all about. He turned to his nearest neighbor; a man red in the face from yelling what seemed to sound like obscenities. He was screaming something about a blasphemer; he couldn't make out the rest. The man was yelling with such intensity he didn't notice that the spittle that had accumulated at the sides of his mouth had now turned to white foam. "There's no asking that man", he thought. He resumed looking left, waiting for something to happen.

Finally, he saw spear tips floating high above the heads and flailing arms of the crowd. Upon this sight the crowd let up a roar of cries, some sounded joyous almost celebratory. That's awkward, he thought. He turned, and as he did, his eyes locked on a petite woman whose eyes shed tears like a fountain of water. Her eyes bloodshot, her clothes soaked with sweat and tears. She caught his gazeand he quickly looked away. He turned again to see a man who had buried his face in his hands, trying to hide the tears. But the tears found their way through narrow gaps between his gnarled fingers. The tears ran down the backs of his hands, down his wrists, and onto dirty, tattered clothes. The man could pass for a beggar, for he once was.

The roman soldiers were now in sight, and they were trying there best to control the crowd. The crowd was going to explode. He braced himself forwhathewould see next. He watched intently. Maybe it was royalty, a politicalfigure, Cesar himself maybe. Maybe not. He heard clanging of glittery armor and accessories the soldiers wore. They moved about trying to maintain the ever shrinking pathway formed by the crowd on either side of street. Another roar from the crowd. He struggled for position as the sight was made its way toward him. He braced himself once again. Finally the thought crossed his mind: what in world am I doing here. He wanted to leave, but he had already seen so much, and it would haunt him if he never discovered what was coming down the road. "I'll just stick it out until I discover the reason for strange ordeal", he said to himself.

It caught him off guard. The beam of a wooden cross leading down to the arched, bloodied back on which it rested, a trail of blood following. The crowd was so loud now he thought his ears would burst. The figure, a man, was barely recognizable as live human being. Drenched in blood from head to toe and possibly seconds from death. As the man bearing the cross neared, the curious traveler felt irresistibly drawn to the torn and bloody man. Now he was within feet. He had never seen a man so beaten and bruised. His back was striped by a vicious whipping that left loose pieces of skin to move freely and become entangled in the strings of torn clothing. And to top it all off, a thorny bush was placed atop the man's head piercing his scalp and the skin on his forehead. There was a thorn that pierced the skin right under the center of his eyebrow, exiting a hair's width above his eyelid.

The curious traveler had not realized how close he was to Jesus and his disciples who followed behind. A disciple named john approached the traveler, and motioned for him to bring his ear. John trembling and on the verge of bursting in to lamentation, asked the curious traveler his name. The curious traveler replied: "Simon, Simon of Cyrene". John then asked if Simon wouldbewillingto bearthe cross for the man named Jesus. Before Simon could answer, he was face to face with Jesus who looked up at him from under the weight of cross. He couldn't say no. as the cross lifted from off the back of Jesus, the rough grain of the wood took some flesh and blood with it. In the split second that Simon and Jesus made contact in the transferring of the cross, Simon felt an unbelievable surge power, or virtue maybe.

As he the bore the cross walking toward Calvary, Simon wondered who this man named Jesus was. Was he a criminal, a condemned political leader, was he being wrongly condemned. This man named Jesus could have done no wrong, he thought to himself. Simon didn't know why, but he felt that Jesus was righteous and innocent, even though he had never heard of Jesus. For some reason the cross felt light on Simon's back. The cross left blood stains in the patterns of wood grain on Simon's neatly clothed back. Simon gripped the cross at the same point Jesus had. Simon could feel the blood of Jesus on his hands. He kept on, with Jesus, the disciples, the soldiers, and the others convicts in tow.

What must have been ten minutes passed in what seemed likeseconds, but Simon remembered every detail as if had stopped to take notes along the way of the short journey. They reached the top of the hill, were there moreroman soldiers waiting. The soldiers tore the cross away from Simon. He wanted to bear the cross for as long as he could, he felt so good in the few minutes he bore the cross. He was confused, yet he felt peace. But what was to happen next was inevitable. The soldiers crudely thanked Simon by not cursing at him, and then they motionedfor him to leave.

The weight of what was to happen finally hit Simon like a falling mountain, he wondered again how he ended up in such a strange situation."I was just passing by", he said to himself. He wouldn't be there to see it end. He turned to take one last look at Jesus, who was already looking back at him. Without words Jesus seemed to communicating something to Simon. Simon felt that overwhelming peace and strength again. Simon nearly ran back down the hilldodgingmourners and mockers. In the distance behind him he could hear the sharp pounding of roman hammers into crudely crafted stakes, and corresponding cries of pain that echoed over hill after each strike. He ran faster.

Simon awoke slowly, not with a startle, but as usual. He thought he would be sweating or trembling but he wasn't and it wasn't a nightmare, but reality replayed in a dream. The other passengers on the vessel were sound asleep, and it was near midnight it seemed. For the first time since Simon bore the cross earlier that day he was able to peacefully put all the gruesome images into correct order. Simon new what he was to do next.

Little did he know it, but that day, Simon had altered the course of destiny for himself and his people.

Today my brother gets Married

This has been on my mind all week. my oldest brother is getting married. I am so happy for Bryan and Kaleo they have been together along time and finally they are getting married.

KALEO: We grew up together, we've. Laughed together, we fought together, we've pranked each other, and we've prayed together. If there is one thing I know it's you are the perfect person for my brother. I know I give you a hard time and mess with you all the time, I'm really happy for you. I can remember back when Bro. Kevin was teaching LCA I was mean to you all day so I made this craft out of black and red construction paper asking for you to forgive me, at the end I signed it Bernard you future brother-in-law. Everyone laughed at me (except you and Bryan of course) their exact words were "do you really think Kaleo is going to marry Bryan?" I simply smiled and said "yes I do" well all I have to say is IN THEIR FACE!!!! Haha. You have always been my friend, you were on my side back in the day when Bryan and Brandon were against me. I know I never talk to you without trying to roast you but I wan to say congratulations I am really happy for you. Love you and Welcome to the family.

BRYAN: You are my oldest brother and have always been one of my biggest role models. As a younger brother I always look up to my older brothers, I spend my days feeling insecure about my skills because I see you and Brandon are good at everything and I was just a annoying little brat that ran to mom about everything. You've done a lot for me from carrying my saxophone home because I was to weak to pause your video games because I was hungry. The little things you did for me have helped to shape me into the Man I am today. And although I gave you a hard time growing up and to this day I still give you attitude I want to say thank you for everything. Congratulations Bryan I Love You.
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Unexpected Surprise

Hello Faithful Readers, Family, and Friends today (technically yesterday) Bernard had a Unexpected but Awesome Surprise. It all started yesterday when my Brother Brandon say "Hey Bernard Bro White is preaching in Oakley tomorrow Coco and Abel wants us to Go." So I say "AWESOME!!!!!!!" I ask my Pastor if it's ok to go and he say "Definitely, my young people can always go to hear Bro White." So while I'm thinkin to myself "What if Bro White brings his youth? That would be AWESOME!!!!! I need to think of something mean to say so I can get Cholee before she gets me." But I'm to nice to think of anything mean. So I get to Oakley and ba-da-boom!! I see a Victory Tabernacle van outside the church and I think "I should have thought of something mean! Why do I have to be so nice??" I walk in and the firs face I recognize is Eliana I say to myself "Dude what happen to Eliana's foot? Her foot wasn't like that at camp" so the service was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bro. White's message was also AWESOME!!!!!!!!! He preached on Overcoming the Devil's Bluff it was really great afterwards we all started saying hello and when I go to say hi to Eliana she totally calls me Brandon hahaha she was super serious it took her a quick min to figure out that she called me the wrong name. Hahaha then Chloee actually talked to me for like 10 mins and only said like 2 me things (Somebody say MIRACLE!!!!! Hahahahaha) we go to In-N-Out and I was shocked and honored to be invited to eat with my friends Eliana and Chloee. That was the first time Eliana and I actually held a full conversation. It was actually really Cool Chloee was even nice (MIRACLE) hahahaha. Eliana took like a thousand pictures of me talking hahaha they were quite hilarious. It was really good to see everyone it really made my day to see my good friends and to be able to eat with Eliana and Chloee they are good friends. I enjoyed myself tonight ladies an gentlemen, faithful readers.............
-Bernard out
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Camp 2011

I'm returning home but, my mind is constantly returning back to the awesome week I had at camp. Out of the three years I've been at camp, this year was easily my favorite. I had a amazing time all week. The preaching was AWESOME!!!!! Elder Frazier during the day and Missionary Lambeth during the night. God really showed up and touch very many lives Especially my life. I have been changed for the good just like I do every year. The fellowship was excellent but before I get into that I want to say thank you to everyone that cheered for me when I got the sportsmanship award. You all made me feel really loved, when my name was called I would've never expected that loud of a cheer. but the thanks belongs back to you because without you all I would've never got that. Without you all helping me cheer on the team, especially Nicole Wakefield and Ashlyn DeAro, you guy really helped me with your cheers and were a absolute joy to have on my team if I'm a captain again I will pick you two again. It was great to see my friends and to meet new people like The best cheerleader a team captain could ask for Nicole and The savior of the all-star basketball game Ace! He went out there and gave it his all and came through for us when we really needed him. A few amazing things happened this year 1) Chloee finally watched me play Basketball 2) Chloee actually cheered for me in Basketball 3) Cholee gave me a legit compliment on how good I did in Basketball 4) Chloee watched me play Football 5) Chloee actually cheered for me in Football 6) Chloee gave me a legit compliment on how good I played in Football 7) Chloee was nice to me for a whole day. Those who don't know me and Chloee's friendship wouldn't understand but those truly are miracles hahahaha. Being a captain was a new thing for me but I want to say thanks to Team 8 you guys were a great team to have. Special thanks to Lady 8 you girls saved us every basketball game, all I did in the dorm was brag on you ladies. Also special thanks to my favorite singer Ashlyn DeAro for singing and for keeping me calm during sports so that I can remain a fun captain, I know it wasn't easy but you did it. Also to Jonathan for being a great friend to me this week. Bernard's mind is stuck on camp and I can't wait till next year. Ladies and Gentlemen......
-Bernard out
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Last School Night

Well faithful readers to night is my last school night and tomorrow is my last school day it kinda feels weird to know that after tomorrow I never have to put on my uniform and go to school again. Will Bernard miss school???? Not any time soon but Bernard will eventually. I will miss my classmates though. They've made me laugh they've worked my nerves but overall they've made this a fun senior year. After high school I will work with my dad and save money and eventually start up my radio station (when it gets started my faithful readers will know first). I may be graduating but the blog still stands ladies and gentle men....
-Bernard out

Joyful

Hello faithful readers, Bernard has been extremely happy lately. Just got back from On Course 2011 on saturday and nothing in this world has been able to steal my joy, not even the fact that I am really sick or that my computer doesn't allow me to go on any blog except my own. This joy I have out weighs everything. On Course 2011 was absolutely marvelous, excellent services and excellent fellowship. I was sad to find out that one of my favorite preachers (Bro. Gary Howard) was not able to make it this year but, God made things all work out just fine with excellent messages from Bro. Green, Bro. Frazier, and Bro. White. My personal favorite message of the whole conference was "Something Worth Fighting For" by Bro. Michael Brown, but all the messages were extremely awesome and just what we needed to hear. I had a great time at the gym, probably the most fun I've had playing basketball in awhile. Of course this year I had more motivation to play my absolute best hahaha. I went out there did my thing, made some people laugh, and had a great time. This year I met Andrew, Heather (or Urtrina still unsure of what your name really is), Brock, Derek, Thane, and Melissa (Thank God I met Melissa :-) I am happy I met Melissa), and if I met anyone else I apologize for not adding you on here. Bernard was told that he needs to put pictures on his blog and he will do that, he was also told that he needs to update (I am doing that as I type this), and Bernard was told that there isn't enough encouragement on here, Bernard appreciates the feedback and will do his best to fix that after all you are Revan's Blog thank you faithful Readers
-Bernard Out
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Blessing and a Curse

Today faithful reader I present to you a Blessing (a curse is just in the title because it looks cool, its a attention grabber). 20 years ago today, February 13, 1991, God blessed me before I was even born. Because on that day God place on this earth my brother Brandon Alan Puller. Every year I thank God for that blessing. Happy Birthday Brandon I Love You bro.

First Post of 2011

Ok faithful readers, Bernard is back and so is his hair. Although I loved being bald it just isn't time for that. check out my profile picture to see me Bald. My birthday was EXCELLENT!!!!!!!! I got the one thing I wanted, That totally made my day Bernard has literally has had a hard time getting mad since then, I simply just remember that very special gift and it makes me happy again. So like I said totally great birthday. Back to my baldness, It was so wierd after my Dad cut it all I could do is rub the top of my head hahahahahahahahaha Now my hair is growing is growing back and let's put it this way razor bumps stink!!!!! I cant even put on my hood with out it hurting and all the wonderful midgets at my school love me so much and are so used toplaying with me that I've got alot of hits on my head, It would be ok if I didn't ave these razor bumps. Ok enough complianing, 2011!!!!!!!! I'm expecting God to do great things this year. He always does.

-Bernard out

18, Bald, and Loving It

The rumors are true Faithful Readers, Bernard the writer of I Am Who I Am is indeed BALD!!!!!!!!!!! and I'm Loving it. My hair symbolized my youth being stripped away from me. Bernard is getting so old. I also shaved my head because it was a promise I made in 7th grade. I always made fun of my Dad for being bald so I promised him on my 18th birthday I would go Bald. I never thought this day would come but it has and Bernard doesn't break his promises. Happy Birthday Bernard. Faithful Readers Have A Nice Day!!! -Bernard out

Last 17 year old post.

Well Faithful Reader this is Bernard's last post at the age of 17. This age has been good to Bernard and to you faithful readers it was at this age that Bernard brought the good old blog back on it's feet and started posting again. Bernard will miss being 17 but time moves on wether we like it or not. At the age of 17 Bernard established his Best Friend Carisa Luisa Virtucio a met new Friends Like My favorite singer Ashlyn and Chloee. God has really change me and prepared me for the responsiblitys that come with being 18. Youth Alive totally Changed my life God really did something for me there. I feel it will be apropriate to end my last 17 year old post with a song I wrote not long after Youth Alive:

"I Still Have Jesus" (9/17/10, before 10 pm)

Verse 1:

My life was perfect

I had everything I needed

but slowly everything that's good in my life

is starting to fade away

and it seems like I'm at my end.

But if I lose everything

I still have Jesus

Chorus:

So I thank you lord for being there

for me when I need you

No matter what I'm going through

I can still trun to you

And when the world's crashing around me

bringing me to my knees

I know, if i lose everything

I still have Jesus

Verse 2:

I refuse to let the problems of this life

of this life weigh me down

Cuz if a thing doesn't change

I'll be content with where I am

You see I Realised,

Though I've lost everything

I still have Jesus

Nevr forget That Jesus is alway with you he said he will never leave you nor forsake you. our God is a Mighty God able to do Exceedingly, Abundantly above all we can Ask or Think. Theres nobody like Our God. Remember that always. -Bernard out

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas faithful readers!!!!!! You all definitely part of what make Christmas special to me. And now special Christmas wishes, first to good ol' Jenga Trax (hahahaha wow I haven't called you that In a while) if it wasn't for I would've never started blogging, so Bernard's blog and I wish you a very Merry Christmas. Next Aunt Angela thank you for always staying faithful to the blog we wish you a very Merry Christmas. Next The Worlds Greatest Singer and my personal favorite singer Ashlyn, Merry Christmas from your Number 1 Fan. Now I have 4 very special Christmas wishes, First to my best friend Carisa Luisa Virtucio, thank you for being the great friend that you are, Merry Christmas. Next to My Pastor, you are the best Pastor ever, Merry Christmas Pastor. Next to my cousin Shaunessy, thank you for always being there for me, Merry Christmas Cousin. And last but ABSOLUTLY NOT least.......... CHLOEE!!! Thank you for being you, I wish you a Merry Christmas. Faithful readers Merry Christmas -Bernard out

So faithful readers of Revan's blog I am blogging from my celluar phone (it is amazing how far technology has advance). Well not much new in my life. My last winter break is so far the most boring winter break ever!!! Cancel that Bernard just saw the biggest dog Bernard has ever seen!!!! A picture will be on eventually. But anyway christmas right around the corner (like literally. I just walked into the red nosed reindeer). This year went by so fast, my birthday is so close. I'm about to be 18 and I'm not excited to be honest. But yet I'm still excited for my birthday (confused? Me too). But it is time for me to go to church. Later -Bernard out

Call me Crazy.

I've made many mistakes in my life, Call me crazy but I serve a God that can forgive me. Why is it that people can only see the bad in people? Why is it they can never accept that people can do change? Call me crazy but, Jesus I can change anyone, The bible says if any man be in Christ he is a new creation. Call me crazy but I know God's word is true. I'm tired of people trying to hold the pass against me, Call me crazy but I DON'T CARE people who are all ways gonna be negative think. I AM A CHILD OF THE KING WHETHER YOU THINK SO OR NOT!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going all the way with Jesus and thats the bottom line because Bernard said so! That first part was for all naysayers (I was angry and need to let that out). Now to those of you that are my true friends, how are you doing? Hope your having a great Holiday season. And you can call me crazy (most of you do anyway) but I will be starting a online radio show please tune in, There is no set when it will start but I will make sure my blog is the second to know (Because I will be the First). Thank you to all that read my blog faithfully even though I usually hav short wierd post hahaha. I appreciate it alot. I want to hear from you guys so please drop a comment. and have a nice day.
MERRY CHRISTMAS.

-Bernard out

Three secinds in my mind

Hello my faithful blog readers. Bernard has missed you all. And Bernard knows you all missed him. Anyway this post is three seconds into my mind so 1st second: jufjufiguiifgjufjgfkdhdfhjfdhjdhjdhdhdbndhdhjdhd. Second number 2: Bernard you really need to stop talkin to yourself thousands of people want to talk to you. 3rd second: Dude you should totally blog about this. Well friends, padawans and Faithful readers...... Have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Bernard out

In Loving Memory

Amelia I never knew you. But knowing that your gone breaks my heart. I know I will see you one day in heaven. -Your cousin

West Coast

So another West Coast has come and gone. I've only been to West Coast 3 times and every time I never want to leave. But this year was definitely the hardest time I've ever had leaving (the reason I had such a hard time leaving I will keep to myself). But, overall it was another great West Coast, great preaching, Bro. Howard's message was my favorite, I got something out of that message that has changed my life forever. Great fellowship with friends, especially my friend Chloee even though she is so mean and nice to me, hahaha I put my countdown till my birthday on here just for you Chloee since you have such a bad memory hahaha. Also my friends Sam and Chris, they were with me the whole time and I was glad to hang out with them. And great memories (to many to list). This was a GREAT West Coast and I can't wait till On Course see you there.
-Bernard out
p.s. Yes I put my real name. It's time for a reform of the blog, still will be the same crazy blog but no more secrecy.

Birthday Post

This post serves one purpose and that is to wish my friend Chloee a Happy Birthday