Monday, 26 January 2009

Really corney...

You know you get them crappy things on bebo or facebook, that someone'll like and put on their bloggy thing, like 'Why cant he see i just want him to care about me?' kinda things?


Ive turned into one of them. Oh dear =(

I have no feelings for him now, but not long ago i had massive feelings for this guy...And a friend is trying to convince me to tell him about something. But to be honest...I'd rather he cared enough to tell, or to ask...I know thats rubbish cause hes not a mind reader, but still. Why is it other people can tell when i dont want them to, and he cant even though im trying so hard to let him see?

Im such a dramatist.

Erghh

Bad head. Ow.

Oh I just cant wait to be kiiiiiinnnnngggg =)

However, I can wait for the need to tidy my room.



Why is that a typical teenage thing rather than just a normal person thing?



Is it somehow symbollic of a teenagers life? :P



If thats true im pretty messed up :P



I have to do it.... Whilst watching Smallville

IM OUT OF SMALLVILLE EPISODES!!

This sucks somewhat.

And i dont even have hustle DVDs cause they still havent come =(

Oh and my symbollic mood has gone out the window =P Lazy me left this in drafts ages ago, and in that time my room has been tidied, and im even more messed up than usual.

Hmmmmm.

Ever Felt....

Really guilty about something....
But only because you know you should feel guilty...but don't?

It Sucks =P

Saturday, 24 January 2009

Journal Vs Blog

I can either make my random posts as often as i feel like it, or wait for something interesting to happen.

If its that interesting, it probably wont be THIS blog that i write on, so yay for the random blogs.

My current thoughts?

Is it better to have a blog or a diary?

Cause ive had both...and even though i havent written in my diary since early December, and not for months before then, i still guard it like anything =P Theres no chance of people reading it so i can be as honest as i like, saying things i cant confess outloud, babbling about some random oxfam guy who gave me a marble and told me to keep smiling when i was feeling terrible....
But a blog cures boredom, and people can read it and keep up with whats happening...etc =P

Hmmmmmmm.

Expect more random thoughts soon =P


Oh, and you make it real for me.

POEM I Believe - Kayla Neil

I asked the most beautiful person i know to send me a poem she liked.
She sent me this...


I Believe

I believe that the sun shines after the rain

I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay

I believe in a second chance
I believe in a life long romance
I believe there is life after death
And standing up to a life of mess

I believe in love at first sight
I believe that revenge isn’t right
I believe that first impressions last
And there is nothing better then a good laugh

I believe that dreams do come true
I believe there's destiny for me and you
I believe that good things come to those who wait
I believe love never arrives too late

I believe something good comes from something bad
I believe that for tears of happiness there are tears of sad
I believe everyone has a guardian angel
And the good you do will be rewarded well

I believe sometimes there is no explanation
I believe money can't buy people's affection
I believe you don't know what you've got until it's gone
I believe a new day arrives with every dawn

I believe a smile can be contagious
I believe in being very outrageous
I believe in living with no regrets
I believe that life is as good as it gets

I believe that God watches over us
I believe the little things are worth the fuss
I believe you have each friend for a reason
I believe you will get punished for treason

I believe that what comes first is family
I believe we should all live in harmony
I believe in making the most of a beautiful day
And it's not the end until everything's okay

I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder
I believe you will lose if you sit and wonder
I believe every experience teaches you a lesson
And nothing cures better then a drinking session

I believe everyone has one true love
I believe sometimes we need a little shove
I believe the whole world is a stage
I believe we only get better with age

I believe that to learn you have to live
I believe that to love someone you have to giveI
believe one moment can change your life
And there's still help when you’re in strife

I believe everyone has one true friend
I believe love helps a broken heart mend
I believe in the power of a song
And things will change before too long

I believe living is the best experience
I believe in not laughing at other people’s expense
I believe it’s hard to watch a lover leave
And when they’re gone all you can do is breath

I believe to always look on the bright side
I believe that life is just one big ride
I believe when I die people will grieve
But it’s ok because I believe Kayla Neil

POEM And God Said "No" Author: Claudia Minden Welsz



I dont know if youve noticed my new poetry liking.



Dunno why.



It'll pass eventually =P


Graffiti by the artist Jesus Saves.

Original =P



And God Said "No" Author: Claudia Minden Welsz
I asked God to take away my pain.

God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.


I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
Her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary.


I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is earned.


I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings. Happiness is up to you.


I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.


I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.


I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.


I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me.
God said... Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

POEM God it hurts - Amy Louise Kerswell

I said 'God it hurts'


And God said 'I Know'



I said 'God I cry alot'



And God said 'That's why I gave you tears'



I said 'God I get so depressed'



And God said 'That why I gave you sunshine'



I said God I feel Alone'


And God said 'That's why I gave you loved ones'


I said 'God my loved one is dead'


And God said'I watched mine nailed to the cross'


I said God 'Where are they?'



And God said 'Mine is on my right and yours is in the light.'



I said 'God it hurts'



And God said 'I know'




Found it on the internet. Picture is Banksy

Friday, 23 January 2009

Banksyyy Babyyyy




Yeah...So I'm in love with Banksy =P


You'll probably see his things around my blog, I think he's amazing how he challenges what people expect, changing crime into what we might need to see, problems with laws, government...And they have an amazing sense of humour sometimes =)



Haha, just read on wikipedia (Attempt to seem smart here, go with it =P) "Diane Shakespeare, an official for the same organisation, was quoted as saying: "We are concerned that Banksy's street art glorifies what is essentially vandalism"




That is an amazing quote.




"We are concerned that Banksy's street art glorifies what is essentially vandalism"




Basically, he went against conformity (Reminds me of my old blog here =P) and theyre hissy fitting about it because it might cause a problem. Its a form of art, something to be encouraged, and yet label him a common criminal.




Yeah well, so was Jesus =P (Supposedly a common criminal that is, not a street artist =P)




Doesnt this say alot about our country? Something cant be different, or against the grain, or unique. I dont know if its meant to be like that, but we need to change who we are, stop getting mad at people who make a statement.




Not keen on the language, but the guy said this...


"Think outside the box, collapse the box, and take a fucking sharp knife to it."




Get the picture? =P




Random rant over =)


Ever wonder...

Why people want to be the center of attention?


Someone i know skived off school today to make people feel sorry for her. She claims a guy that shes had sex with is pretending she doesnt exist now, after theyve been secretly getting off in the science block when noone else is around.

It is possible.

But the guy is one of my better friends. We dont hang out, not as a rule anyway, but i can trust him. Well, I should- I went out with him!

I guess i dont understand why she needs to. She doesnt have great friends, but at this rate, shes gonna loose even them!

Im not exactly huge on attention...but does she really need it at the expense of her friends?!

HMMM.

Random Rant over.

=D

POEM As i walked out one evening. WH Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.


And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.


Picture by Bansky =D