Are părul creț și șaten, fața albă, ceva barbă, un tricou cu pete. Verdictul: drogat, sărac, inutil.

One day my dream will come true, what everyone see's as temporary will soon be a till death breaks us apart, what girls tried to fight me for and what god knows is ment to be.

When I was a kid, I thought I had my life figured out. I knew where I was going. I was sure of whom I was and what I was. I was wrong. See, life is a journey of twist and turns that mold who we are; however, it is not the twist and turns which mold us, but rather, how we take and handle the twist and turns thrown at us. It was not until life threw me flat on my face that I truly discovered who I am and what I am. I am a perpetual work-in-progress. And you know what? I am quite all right with that.

I would rather die an individual than live my life as a clone.

I don't need an ipod filled with romantic songs, hearing your voice is the most valuable thing that carries priceless lyrics.

Seguramente, esas dos amigas no volverían a verse en meses, quizás pasaría un año, tal vez más. Pero [...] eran de esas mujeres afortunadas a quienes la vida les había regalado un tesoro. Una amistad sólida. Una amistad para toda la vida, de la que presumirían hasta bien viejitas.