My Ideal Place

Hrm...what would be the most idea place/perfect society for us to live in? What can we write if we can't write about all those lovely fictional places to live in but some realistic place of pain, suffer, and death? Does that even make sense?...........wtf? Anyways, if i had to choose my place of utopia, and has to be on this island, then I am already satisfied enough. I have nothing more to ask for and nothing to loose. Well,,, maybe some addition of hot guys would make my life much better. But that again....is just my hope...and ambers....and svahns...and...every other single ladies out there. TEEHEE. I'm pretty sure all the guys would say the exact same thing. Those eyeless bastards. I am perfectly happy with my life at the moment, and can pretty much relate my life style to my ideal place of utopia....not quite there..but ALMOST there.....except maybe the exception of solving math, solving critical reading/writing, mom's nagging, stress, boy problems, and most of all,,,something that all girls can relate to.....oh my god...Mr. Lee winking at you. OH.MY.GOD. Every single time,,,,,is that too small? EVERY SINGLE TIME Mr.Lee and I have this "magical" moment of pause and stare at each other, I try my best not to lower my eyes so I could feel some kind of pride in myself that I have won the battle against Mr. Lee's starring contest. But NO. He just has to wink and make me look away to do that gagging notion. Now I truly worship Michael Stewart, a champion and a hero in my book who had the courage and bravery to wink at Mr. Lee first before he had the chance to wink at him. Damn....he's got balls man. Anyways, enough with the balls, I wouldn't want any other place of Utopia besides Saipan. I know that deep inside,  when all of my friends move out to collage to pursue their dreams in the future, they will all one day come back to this tiny island and bring back all those memories we shared together in our high school years. We may complain about this tiny island at this moment, how there is nothing to do, no special place to go, and no hotties walking around garapan with sluttish clothes on, but in the end, when we are all immature, and needs a break from our life, we will think of this place more often than we might want to. So folks! Follow the Nickey slogan! "Just do it!" It might be illegal tomorrow!