Comatose - Skillet
I hate living without you
Dead wrong to ever doubt you
But my demons lay in waiting
Tempting me away
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Cheesiest song ever.
Mahal kita kasi.
"Mahal kita
Bagay tayong dalawa
Papicture nga
Para mapadevelop kita
Hindi tayo tao, hindi rin tayo hayop
Bagay tayo, bagay talaga" \
Why does this even exist. Oh my gosh. I feel so cheesed.
I want someone to sing this.
xD
Rant
I hate how she ALWAYS skips church & youth.
She's cheating herself & she just doesn't know it. I hate how weak she is. She has to learn to be emotionally strong when it comes to these issues.
I mean, she only skips because "no one appreciates her" Is that what church is about now? Coming in first with the people there? I thought it was about God, & your love for him. I suppose that doesn't matter anymore? Is Church just going to be another popularity competition?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
List of stuff Miguelosaurus & Jassey Rae have in common.
1) We're both grammar nazis
2) We're both awkward as fuck
3) We've already created thousands of awkward homosexual babies.
4)We're terrible at phrasing stuff
5) We have alot of mutual friends (=...6?)
6) We play guitar.
7) We have a nonexistant love life
8) We both sing.
9) We both read books by Darren Shan.
10) Real demons / vampires ftw
11) Huge harry potter nerds
12) We have blogs that aren't Tumblr.
13) We both enjoy trolling jea
14) We both like punk rock music
15) We both want a jacket from Drop Dead.
16) We're both sick minded
17) We're both Asian.
18) We both eat Nutella & Skyflakes
19) We don't get along that well with the gender we are
20) We both live in Winterpeg.
21) We both take the bus.
22) We both dont approve of illegal substances
And to a somewhat lesser extent, alcoholic beverages.
23) We both go to Hogwarts.
24) We both love music
25) We're both in choir
26) We're both in graphics
27) We both utilize gargantuan idioms often.
28) WE'RE BOTH HIPSTER
29) We're both Christian.
30) We're not popular.
31) Yet, we have popular friends who we consider them cool.
32) We both think we're fat. // not skinny
33) WE BOTH PLAY VOLLEYBALL
34) We both have injured ourselves diving
35) We're both therapist
2) We're both awkward as fuck
3) We've already created thousands of awkward homosexual babies.
4)We're terrible at phrasing stuff
5) We have alot of mutual friends (=...6?)
6) We play guitar.
7) We have a nonexistant love life
8) We both sing.
9) We both read books by Darren Shan.
10) Real demons / vampires ftw
11) Huge harry potter nerds
12) We have blogs that aren't Tumblr.
13) We both enjoy trolling jea
14) We both like punk rock music
15) We both want a jacket from Drop Dead.
16) We're both sick minded
17) We're both Asian.
18) We both eat Nutella & Skyflakes
19) We don't get along that well with the gender we are
20) We both live in Winterpeg.
21) We both take the bus.
22) We both dont approve of illegal substances
And to a somewhat lesser extent, alcoholic beverages.
23) We both go to Hogwarts.
24) We both love music
25) We're both in choir
26) We're both in graphics
27) We both utilize gargantuan idioms often.
28) WE'RE BOTH HIPSTER
29) We're both Christian.
30) We're not popular.
31) Yet, we have popular friends who we consider them cool.
32) We both think we're fat. // not skinny
33) WE BOTH PLAY VOLLEYBALL
34) We both have injured ourselves diving
35) We're both therapist
36) We're both the oldest
37) We both have 2 younger sisters
38) We both play G the same way on guitar
39) We're both not masochists
40) Insanely huge grammar nerds online. Insanely loud in person.
41) We both want an Xperia arc
37) We both have 2 younger sisters
38) We both play G the same way on guitar
39) We're both not masochists
40) Insanely huge grammar nerds online. Insanely loud in person.
41) We both want an Xperia arc
Spelling matters.
Oh my.
I can't even-
I need a doc-
My brain is losing IQ po-
I'm losing faith in humanity
This is why me & Miguel exist.
This is why grammar nazis exist.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
R.I.P Stewart Walker
I'm actually so disgusted in humanity right now.
This man was attacked this morning, and was burnt alive.
All because he was gay.
Why are we such horrible people now? To actually take an innocent man and BURN HIM ALIVE just because of his sexual orientation? Why did they do that just because he prefers penis? I can't believe we've actually come to this. Homophobia pisses the hell out of me. Mostly because I have so many gay friends.
"You're christian. You're suppose to be against it"
Yes, I'm christian. But I'm not going to be against it. Are we really suppose to hate someone because they fell in love with a person who happened to not have been born with the right kind of genitals?
I believe that love is love, regardless of gender. Besides, why are we so concerned about it when it doesn't even affect us? Why do we meddle in other peoples affairs when they don't concern us?
Our society is horrible.
This man was attacked this morning, and was burnt alive.
All because he was gay.
Why are we such horrible people now? To actually take an innocent man and BURN HIM ALIVE just because of his sexual orientation? Why did they do that just because he prefers penis? I can't believe we've actually come to this. Homophobia pisses the hell out of me. Mostly because I have so many gay friends.
"You're christian. You're suppose to be against it"
Yes, I'm christian. But I'm not going to be against it. Are we really suppose to hate someone because they fell in love with a person who happened to not have been born with the right kind of genitals?
I believe that love is love, regardless of gender. Besides, why are we so concerned about it when it doesn't even affect us? Why do we meddle in other peoples affairs when they don't concern us?
Our society is horrible.
This is repulsive.
Rant
I hate who I am when I'm around you.
I hate being around you.
I hate the person I am when I'm with you
You make me feel like I have to be like you or else I'll be judged and be called something mean. I know you've called me a bitch. I can't believe I used to be able to trust you with my life.
I know you hate my religion,
I know you hate my parents.
I know you hate my other friends.
I know & and yet, You won't leave me alone. Why can't you leave me alone? Don't you get that I hate being around you? I don't like the people you're friends with. I don't like your opinions on everything. I hate how you swear like you have tourettes or something. I hate how you're pro marijuana/other drugs/drinking.
I hate it. I really do. I hate how you try to change me into someone you and I both know I'm not. I don't like the person I am when I'm around you.
I hate being around you.
I hate the person I am when I'm with you
You make me feel like I have to be like you or else I'll be judged and be called something mean. I know you've called me a bitch. I can't believe I used to be able to trust you with my life.
I know you hate my religion,
I know you hate my parents.
I know you hate my other friends.
I know & and yet, You won't leave me alone. Why can't you leave me alone? Don't you get that I hate being around you? I don't like the people you're friends with. I don't like your opinions on everything. I hate how you swear like you have tourettes or something. I hate how you're pro marijuana/other drugs/drinking.
I hate it. I really do. I hate how you try to change me into someone you and I both know I'm not. I don't like the person I am when I'm around you.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Lego House
It's so funny at how much she tries to be like me.
& Then she goes and hates. Whatever, You know what they say ..
Don't hate cause you can't imitate.
Eh, Whatever. Anyways. My new favourite song.
& Then she goes and hates. Whatever, You know what they say ..
Don't hate cause you can't imitate.
Eh, Whatever. Anyways. My new favourite song.
Ah. Rupert Grint. Not going to lie, I used to like, be in love with him when I was like, 9. I even went so far as to actually write a fanfiction about he and I together. :'D
I miss those days when I just didn't give a shit about real love.
Caught Up In You
Oh man, Back to my like. grade 7 days when I had the biggest crush ever on Taylor Lautner.
When I think of forever, Me minus you just wouldn't make much sense. (8)
Friday, October 21, 2011
About a boy.
Stolen off tumblr. :D
Here’s to all the girls who used to be his number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning & be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, & moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, “I only want to be your friend”, one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves & misses you. We deserve something, and this is our tribute. Here’s to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change. We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents, & even snuck around to see him for while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, & ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us. Here’s to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. Here’s for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn’t possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to settle for someone who didn’t treat us the way we should be treated. Here’s for the ones who did their hair and make up & put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn’t see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn’t believe that he could do this to us again. This is for those great girls who loved him more than words can say, & took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn’t bear to look back on their lives one day & wonder “what if”. This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, & cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn’t mean it. This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with. This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, & get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that “things were going too fast, he needs time.” Here’s to the girls who couldn’t cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt. The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn’t bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an “I told you so.” The ones that could just tell that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts & their dreams again. We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. Here’s for the ones that finally realized that he never gave a crap about them. Here’s for the time that he broke your heart again. This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, & the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. Here’s for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better. This is for those confusing days, when you miss him & want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong and remember that relationships are like broken glass; sometimes it’s better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together & get hurt. Remember the times you cried & how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. When ‘your song’ comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made & tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don’t answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation & the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the crap he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night & how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn’t him, and realized that once again, he hadn’t called when he said he was going to. One day you’ll find a guy who’s worth all the tears, but he won’t make you cry. You may think that you’ll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It’s going to hurt like crap, & it’s going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal. This is for those girls who fell back in love with their ex, only to get hurt all over again.
Here’s to all the girls who used to be his number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning & be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, & moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, “I only want to be your friend”, one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves & misses you. We deserve something, and this is our tribute. Here’s to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change. We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents, & even snuck around to see him for while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, & ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us. Here’s to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. Here’s for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn’t possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to settle for someone who didn’t treat us the way we should be treated. Here’s for the ones who did their hair and make up & put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn’t see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn’t believe that he could do this to us again. This is for those great girls who loved him more than words can say, & took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn’t bear to look back on their lives one day & wonder “what if”. This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, & cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn’t mean it. This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with. This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, & get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that “things were going too fast, he needs time.” Here’s to the girls who couldn’t cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt. The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn’t bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an “I told you so.” The ones that could just tell that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts & their dreams again. We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. Here’s for the ones that finally realized that he never gave a crap about them. Here’s for the time that he broke your heart again. This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, & the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. Here’s for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better. This is for those confusing days, when you miss him & want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong and remember that relationships are like broken glass; sometimes it’s better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together & get hurt. Remember the times you cried & how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. When ‘your song’ comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made & tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don’t answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation & the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the crap he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night & how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn’t him, and realized that once again, he hadn’t called when he said he was going to. One day you’ll find a guy who’s worth all the tears, but he won’t make you cry. You may think that you’ll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It’s going to hurt like crap, & it’s going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal. This is for those girls who fell back in love with their ex, only to get hurt all over again.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Hipster Edit.
Random hipster edit.
Oh man. I've got to work on my skills with this... How am I going to survive graphic arts?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Hm. Okay. Random girl thing. Whatevs. Embarrassing.
I don’t fall for the hot guys, the one with the chiseled abs and huge biceps that all the girls in school talk or lust over.
I don’t fall for the bad boys, the rebellious ones who are destined to be a highschool dropout, and smoke/do drugs/drink because it's "bad"
I don’t fall for the nerdy boys who talk about WOW or Minecraft and talk about coding/
I fall for dorky boys, The ones who aren’t afraid to show who they are & be themselves around me, the ones who are sweet, and can make me laugh. The ones who don’t hesitate to answer a question in class. The ones who can make me smile on my worst day, The ones who aren’t afraid to play with kids and be a complete loser around me, the ones who I know won't change the way they treat me when they're around their friends.
That's the boy I want.
& then Jasmine woke up from her dream.
That's the boy I want.
& then Jasmine woke up from her dream.
100 Post.
100 post. Awesome. That's awesome. I never actually used blogspot regularly until Miguel came along and told me he had one, & just to keep up with his "About a girl" situation // the rest of his life or whatever I started to use mine too. (Note; No Miguel. I'm not a creep)
I had no idea what to write. I wanted to write something simplistic and philosophical and deep, but I can't seem to do that today.
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"And it hurts to know I only mean half of what you mean to me"
Why is it I always fall for the ones I know I can't have? But yet, Still insists on chasing after him just to get hurt when he talks about her? I know she's better for him than I am. I know she deserves him more. I know he's head over heels in love with her, but I can't help but let my jealousy get a hold of me and wish it was me that he thought of 24/7
Perhaps I should. I think I should. I probably should (But I don't want to)
Er- Anyways. 100 post. Whoop de doo. That's awesome & I have no life. :'D
I had no idea what to write. I wanted to write something simplistic and philosophical and deep, but I can't seem to do that today.
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"And it hurts to know I only mean half of what you mean to me"
Why is it I always fall for the ones I know I can't have? But yet, Still insists on chasing after him just to get hurt when he talks about her? I know she's better for him than I am. I know she deserves him more. I know he's head over heels in love with her, but I can't help but let my jealousy get a hold of me and wish it was me that he thought of 24/7
Perhaps I should. I think I should. I probably should (But I don't want to)
Er- Anyways. 100 post. Whoop de doo. That's awesome & I have no life. :'D
Monday, October 17, 2011
Skyrocket.
*ping*
It’s quite silly really, a simple little message over chat from him and my pulse starts to skyrocket. My heart beats faster and I can’t help but let a grin escape. People ask me who I’m talking to that makes me smile so much. I don’t know what to say.
They wouldn’t understand the effect you have on me. They wouldn’t understand about how everytime I see you, my pulse races and skyrockets and the blood rushes to my face and how I have to bite my lip to keep the smile from coming.
They wouldn’t understand how a simple message from you brightens my day. It does, really. It just shows me that even for just a second, I crossed your mind and you decided to say hello. It’s all that really matters. That even for just a sliver of a second, you thought of me, and just that thought alone makes me smile more than anything else.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Falling for you
Have you ever fallen for someone you know won't like you back?
It's horrible, isn't it?
The truth eats you up inside, and all you want is to be with them, even knowing that you won't ever get the chance to. It's hard to face the truth, that no matter how many times you could dream about them there'll be no chance of "together" ever happening.
You build up so much armour around you, just to not get hurt and a stupid person, who is not at all different from any other comes along and flashes you a smile that turns your stomach and crumbles your Armour down to nothing. You give your heart to them, but unaware of it, they break it. They toy with it, They break you, and your heart. They'll never know how much they affected you, how they turned your stomach and made you start to stutter with a bat of an eyelash.
It's horrible because even a simple little phrase such as "You're my best friend" takes up a huge space in your mind and it still keeps on living there, impaling itself into your mind and heart.
Liking someone is horrible, and it hurts. Not just "I'm fine i'll get over it hurt" Not just "S/He broke me" hurt. It's a sting of rejection. It's a broken heart hurt. It's emotional hurt. It's wondering what you could've done to make them like you better. It's a sense of doubt, It's the sting of rejection, It's a real "tears you apart, makes you want to scream, blast music and try to mute the pain" hurt and nothing can fix it.
It's having to move on after devoting so much time and thought to just one person.
I hate liking someone.
It's horrible, isn't it?
The truth eats you up inside, and all you want is to be with them, even knowing that you won't ever get the chance to. It's hard to face the truth, that no matter how many times you could dream about them there'll be no chance of "together" ever happening.
You build up so much armour around you, just to not get hurt and a stupid person, who is not at all different from any other comes along and flashes you a smile that turns your stomach and crumbles your Armour down to nothing. You give your heart to them, but unaware of it, they break it. They toy with it, They break you, and your heart. They'll never know how much they affected you, how they turned your stomach and made you start to stutter with a bat of an eyelash.
It's horrible because even a simple little phrase such as "You're my best friend" takes up a huge space in your mind and it still keeps on living there, impaling itself into your mind and heart.
Liking someone is horrible, and it hurts. Not just "I'm fine i'll get over it hurt" Not just "S/He broke me" hurt. It's a sting of rejection. It's a broken heart hurt. It's emotional hurt. It's wondering what you could've done to make them like you better. It's a sense of doubt, It's the sting of rejection, It's a real "tears you apart, makes you want to scream, blast music and try to mute the pain" hurt and nothing can fix it.
It's having to move on after devoting so much time and thought to just one person.
I hate liking someone.
Filipino pickup line/ joke. Or whatever.
OH GOD . LOLOLOLOL. I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THIS.
**fun fact! When I saw this, I reblogged it from Er- Ivy Monton. I don't know who she is, but I followed her, and she commented saying "He looks like Miguel! LOOOOOL"
Have you ever heard/read/remembered something that killed you inside?
Like a message, overhearing something or even just remembering something that hurt you. Everything was going completely fine until you heard it & remembered how much it hurt you & Then you keep reading/remembering what happened just to torture yourself and make yourself hurt inside.
It's amazing how something so simple as a few words can ruin your whole day.
Like a message, overhearing something or even just remembering something that hurt you. Everything was going completely fine until you heard it & remembered how much it hurt you & Then you keep reading/remembering what happened just to torture yourself and make yourself hurt inside.
It's amazing how something so simple as a few words can ruin your whole day.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
His happiness comes first.
If he's happy. Then I'm happy .
He deserves better than me.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Liking someone ;
It tears you apart. It makes you smile, It makes you want to scream, It makes you want to blush like mad whenever you see them. It makes you want to melt. It's liking someone.
I hate liking someone, but I love it at the same time. It gives you the thrill of knowing someone out there gives you butterflies & makes you want to smile even on your worst day. It's the thrill of chasing after someone you know you probably don't stand a chance with. It's the fun of fantasizing of them in your arms & It's the best feeling that you can ever come across.
It's loving every single piece of them to bits, even accepting the fact that they're weird/awkward/strange. It's not judging them for who they are. It's learning to love their faults and flaws. It's learning to make them laugh or smile. It's learning to accept them & loving every little quirk they have. It's still loving them and being there for them even when they're pining for someone who's not you.
Butterflies, but you feel like you might throw up. Your pulse sky rockets & your hands start to shake, You smile & your voice quivers and rock. You're excited to know if they like you back, but the sting of rejection lingers in your mind.
It's the best thing and the worst thing combined.
I hate liking someone, but I love it at the same time. It gives you the thrill of knowing someone out there gives you butterflies & makes you want to smile even on your worst day. It's the thrill of chasing after someone you know you probably don't stand a chance with. It's the fun of fantasizing of them in your arms & It's the best feeling that you can ever come across.
It's loving every single piece of them to bits, even accepting the fact that they're weird/awkward/strange. It's not judging them for who they are. It's learning to love their faults and flaws. It's learning to make them laugh or smile. It's learning to accept them & loving every little quirk they have. It's still loving them and being there for them even when they're pining for someone who's not you.
Butterflies, but you feel like you might throw up. Your pulse sky rockets & your hands start to shake, You smile & your voice quivers and rock. You're excited to know if they like you back, but the sting of rejection lingers in your mind.
It's the best thing and the worst thing combined.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Friendship; Introducing my friends part 1;
RYAN. JOB.
This mormon, This mexican, This loser, This brother of mine.
He is; Strange, He's ... not normal. He's not like anyone else. I'm pretty sure you couldn't find anyone else like him.
Who else can you find who listens to spanish music on his spare time, spends his vacation learning a new language, and still has time to deal with my weirdness without telling me to shut up?
Ryan, and only Ryan.
He deals with my weirdness/annoyingness/obnoxiousness without even telling me to be quiet. I can almost tell him everything, and he's cool. But not *cool*cool. The kind of cool you can only find once in a lifetime. The kind of cool no one else can have. He speaks ... 4 differant languages and is still learning.
He's always been there for me && I know we'll be friends for a long time .
This mormon, This mexican, This loser, This brother of mine.
He is; Strange, He's ... not normal. He's not like anyone else. I'm pretty sure you couldn't find anyone else like him.
Who else can you find who listens to spanish music on his spare time, spends his vacation learning a new language, and still has time to deal with my weirdness without telling me to shut up?
Ryan, and only Ryan.
He deals with my weirdness/annoyingness/obnoxiousness without even telling me to be quiet. I can almost tell him everything, and he's cool. But not *cool*cool. The kind of cool you can only find once in a lifetime. The kind of cool no one else can have. He speaks ... 4 differant languages and is still learning.
He's always been there for me && I know we'll be friends for a long time .
Monday, October 10, 2011
Aw
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.
SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
the man said angrily.
SON: ”I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: ”If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour.”
SON: “Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?”The father was furious,
“If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep, son?” He asked.
“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier” said the
man.
“It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the
Rs.50 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He
yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
“Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father
grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.
” Daddy, I have Rs. 100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow I would like to have dinner with you”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.
SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
the man said angrily.
SON: ”I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: ”If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour.”
SON: “Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?”The father was furious,
“If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep, son?” He asked.
“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier” said the
man.
“It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the
Rs.50 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He
yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
“Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father
grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.
” Daddy, I have Rs. 100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow I would like to have dinner with you”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
Religion.
How can you say I can't believe in something I've never seen?
I can't see your brain, so I suppose that means you don't have one.
Look around you, admire the things that you see outdoors. Examine the bark on the tree & smell the flowers scent. Watch how the birds fly, see how they soar freely through the air. You can't tell me that they just appeared there for no reason. You can't just tell me it's all man made, that someone picked something up and decided that it was going to be able to cut through the wind and soar on a wing of feathers. You can't just tell me someone just combined a bunch of scents and put them together in the ground and tended them to make them come out like that. You can't tell me that it wasn't God who created such wonderful things.
Air and wind. You can't see it, but you know it's there, You've felt it caress your body on a hot day. You can't see it, but you can feel it and see how it works. It's how I feel about God.
I believe in him because I've felt his presence. I've felt him feel disappointed in me. I've felt him smile and feel proud of me, I've felt him be there for me when no one else was.
I've felt it. & You haven't.
Yes, I do believe in something I can't see, but you're the one I feel sorry for.
I can't see your brain, so I suppose that means you don't have one.
Look around you, admire the things that you see outdoors. Examine the bark on the tree & smell the flowers scent. Watch how the birds fly, see how they soar freely through the air. You can't tell me that they just appeared there for no reason. You can't just tell me it's all man made, that someone picked something up and decided that it was going to be able to cut through the wind and soar on a wing of feathers. You can't just tell me someone just combined a bunch of scents and put them together in the ground and tended them to make them come out like that. You can't tell me that it wasn't God who created such wonderful things.
Air and wind. You can't see it, but you know it's there, You've felt it caress your body on a hot day. You can't see it, but you can feel it and see how it works. It's how I feel about God.
I believe in him because I've felt his presence. I've felt him feel disappointed in me. I've felt him smile and feel proud of me, I've felt him be there for me when no one else was.
I've felt it. & You haven't.
Yes, I do believe in something I can't see, but you're the one I feel sorry for.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Romeo & Juliet
Do you ever think, when you're all alone, all that we could be where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it really just another crush? (8)
A smile tries to escape her lips. She can't help but feel the butterflies in her stomach.
She knows she can't see him, or hear from him but she's already head over heels. He likes her && She likes him. What more could there be? They like the same things, the same hobbies and everything else inbetween. They can't be together. They know they can't. Standing in the way is authority higher than themselves. A brick wall neither of them can climb, or fear death if they do. She can't be with him & it's killing the both of them, because they know their parents will never feel the same way they do about each other. They'll never harbour the feelings Romeo & Juliet do about each other
. She waits quietly for him. She'll wait forever. Or maybe just until the butterflies fly away...
A smile tries to escape her lips. She can't help but feel the butterflies in her stomach.
She knows she can't see him, or hear from him but she's already head over heels. He likes her && She likes him. What more could there be? They like the same things, the same hobbies and everything else inbetween. They can't be together. They know they can't. Standing in the way is authority higher than themselves. A brick wall neither of them can climb, or fear death if they do. She can't be with him & it's killing the both of them, because they know their parents will never feel the same way they do about each other. They'll never harbour the feelings Romeo & Juliet do about each other
. She waits quietly for him. She'll wait forever. Or maybe just until the butterflies fly away...
Perfect
**more creative writing I wrote about in class when I was bored. I know, It's a new twist for me,
Slice
He looked down at the blade. It was covered by a thin scarlet layer of blood, and he watched his reflection; Begging for it to move, or do something. A tear fell and hit the blade, washing it of blood and saw himself clearly. Clearly as he had ever seen himself before. He was himself. No family, or friends. Not smart, athletic, or musical. He would never be anything special to anyone. He didn't hold a meaning to anyone at all. Slowly, he took the blade and slashed it across his wrist one last time. The intoxicating smell of rust, salt and copper enveloped his nose. A smell he was so familiar with, a scent he longed to smell, a scent that reminded him his heart was still pumping. He pulled his head back and smiled up at the fluorescent light above him. Deep red blood gathered the ends of the blade, and he smiled at his bloody complexion in the blade. It was red. Deep scarlet red painted upon his skin. It was what he wanted, To be coloured of some sort. To know that he was alive, to know his heart was still beating and the poison was still running through his veins. He glanced down and smiled.
3 cuts, all cut in line and exact precision placed upon his porcelain skin. They looked perfect, In fact… they were perfect. They were everything he knew he'd never be.
My "brothers"
Nerdherd. My brothers. My best friends. My losers.
However you want to call them, they are what they are. They're... er- Nerds. They talk about things no ones heard of, They don't dress like everyone else, They're not like everyone else. They're ... Original && That means a lot when "Originality is dead". They're all original in their own way. && Yes. They're guys. Except for the ginger. That's Aubree. She quit the nerdherd. It's a very long and ... sucky story.
Let me introduce them ;
- Ryan Job - MEXICAN BROSKI! He's tall and awkward. Oh, and he doesn't like talking about boys.
- Tyler Michaud- His hair is curly, and won't go down without a fight
- Sam Collins Besko - Creepy uncle. Enough said.
- Richard Rose - No comment.
- Miles Duce - He... loves everything that everyone else hates.
- Patrick Kotelko - (I'm not sure if he's still in) - He's the ultimate geek. xD
- Aubree Feldman - Ah, Finally. A girl. She's chill, She's cool && she quit the nerdherd
I'm so scared. My parents are fighting, and this one sounds so serious. They're talking about couples and significant others && my dads calling my mom a gossip and I don't know what to do. I admit, they're not exactly my most favourite people in the world (depends on when) && Sometimes I can't stand them. I can't stand them not being together. I'm so scared for them. I don't want them to get a divorce. They're better together than they are apart. I can't imagine them not being together. I don't want them to be apart.
Keep me in your prayers. Please.
Keep me in your prayers. Please.
Books. && Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving in the park.
Oh joy, +15 while it's raining. It's totally my ideal Thanksgiving. Classy, Real classy.
Anyways.
I spent 4 hours looking at books. I think I love books too much. I'm really hoping to be able to apply at Chapters, I love books && I love reading. Oh. I just realized I'm such a nerd.
Anyways, at the library. I realized my books totally contradicted each other, I think the pictures will explain it better...
The books I took out -
Oh joy, +15 while it's raining. It's totally my ideal Thanksgiving. Classy, Real classy.
Anyways.
I spent 4 hours looking at books. I think I love books too much. I'm really hoping to be able to apply at Chapters, I love books && I love reading. Oh. I just realized I'm such a nerd.
Anyways, at the library. I realized my books totally contradicted each other, I think the pictures will explain it better...
The books I took out -
Oh god. Girl books are so ... ugh. They're so fun to read though, && The Demonata and the Enemy was just for fun. Hahah. I've decided to start the series, i've read one of the Demonata books but I kind of got confused (this was like, grade 7).
So.. Er- I'm so awkward. How do I end this with?
GO BOOKS GO!
Marry your daughter
SO.CUTE. <3
If my future husband or whatever sang this, my dad just might say yes and try not to injure him.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Alone.
This is just something I wrote in class, that I probably will write a story about.
It's quite simple really, An innocent silver chain that hangs around her neck; Proclaiming she belongs to a certain group. It feels more like a sterling silver ball and chain. She doesn't want to belong. She wants to be alone in her own sweet serenity. She doesn't want to be treated like this. An animal with a collar telling her where her loyalty should lie. She feels trapped between two people she loves both so much, But the silver death trap is suffocating her throat. She can't voice her opinion, and she knows what will happen when the truth falls. She feels like a prisoner of warfare. Stuck between. No choices.
She loves them both so much, but all she wants is to be alone.
Not followed or led by someone else.
Can't she be alone?
No. It's the price you pay for wanting to belong.
None can hear her silent screams.
Why.
It's quite simple really, An innocent silver chain that hangs around her neck; Proclaiming she belongs to a certain group. It feels more like a sterling silver ball and chain. She doesn't want to belong. She wants to be alone in her own sweet serenity. She doesn't want to be treated like this. An animal with a collar telling her where her loyalty should lie. She feels trapped between two people she loves both so much, But the silver death trap is suffocating her throat. She can't voice her opinion, and she knows what will happen when the truth falls. She feels like a prisoner of warfare. Stuck between. No choices.
She loves them both so much, but all she wants is to be alone.
Not followed or led by someone else.
Can't she be alone?
No. It's the price you pay for wanting to belong.
None can hear her silent screams.
Why.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Cute.
I want to be the girl who he thinks is the cutest.
Not necessarily the "hottest" or the "prettiest", but the cutest.
Because hotness refers to the body, and god knows mine isn't perfect.
Pretty refers to the face and I know plenty of girls prettier than me.
But cuteness is referring to every imperfection that he loves.
Every weird little habit. The funny little things that make me different from every other girl he could have. Like how I have a dorky laugh, or I can't watch gory movies, or the way my hair smells. All of the little things that he notices and adores. I want to be that girl.
Every weird little habit. The funny little things that make me different from every other girl he could have. Like how I have a dorky laugh, or I can't watch gory movies, or the way my hair smells. All of the little things that he notices and adores. I want to be that girl.
Monday, October 3, 2011
It's falling apart
I'm falling in love, but it's falling apart. I need to find my way back to the start
All the things he does, makes it seem like love
If it's just a game, Then I like the way we played (8)
I always had this song on my phone, but I never actually listened to it closely till now.
#oldpost #shallowkid
I’m sorry .. But this made me really mad,
I mean , You shouldn’t base everything good on LOOKS and reputation .. Because if that’s all you ever care about, Than personality means nothing , I don’t know about you, But I would rather have personality than looks. I mean, What are you suppose to talk about when you’re together? How “hot” you guys are ? .. Yeah .. I really don’t think that relationship will work out..
And no, Not all girls want a guy that’s rich , and can drive. I’m sorry .. But that’s so shallow, Like wtf .. It’s not like we go outside , and are like “Are you rich ? can you drive ? No ? Screw you”.. But if that’s all that matters to you .. Than it looks like, all you guys can ever do is spend money and drive places , cause personality obviously dosen’t matter . [to the person who posted this picture]
And on Valentines day? Bitch please, I would do anything to get love from anyone, I would settle on just being loved. I wouldn’t ask for anything more, Although a 1$ teddy would be adorable to get on valentines day ..
Personality > looks && wealth.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Harry Potter Challenge. Day 9; My favourite golden trio moment
Really? I have no response to that. I love most Trio moments. I think I like the part where they had to steal the Philosophers stone the most.
Harry Potter Challenge. Day 8: My favourite crack/AU ship
Er- I don't think I have one. Crack is usually described as a stupid/strange ship like Hagrid and Dobby and the Giant Squid and Harry. It's just not natural.
Hello October
Month of September went by way too fast.
Seems just like yesterday that I, Miguel and his friend were all.. Er- Character roleplaying on his status. xD
Anyways, I have to admit, that there are NO attractive guys at my school . There really isn't. Oh, that was just a random fact (not that I'm looking for a boyfriend or whatever). (#jasmineisforeveralone)
So. American History is alright. I admit that it is boring. I thought it'd be more exciting, like learning about the Holocaust and Vietnam but we're learning how the states came to be, and how much money everything was, 15 million for a huge piece of land that was Arizona, New mexico, Florida, Texas, Oregan, Washington and California. Oh man. I'm such a nerd for memorizing that.
English Class - can suck it. I'm serious, Like it seems every class I almost fall asleep. Probably because the room is so warm. There's 36 of us, and Mr. Cox is so lazy. I'm serious. Definitely not my favourite class
Science and Lunch - I didn't have enough to say, so I put both. Science sucks, So does Chemistry. Lunch is alright, I just wish all my friends would love each other. Sadly, they don't, and it was a mistake and 2 people from the opposing group hate each other and refuse to speak.
Gym - Gym is alright, I like the people. The new kids are so nice, and I've befriended a few. One thing I don't like, it's "Core muscle" week, and my (nonexistant) (fl)abs hurt like hell. Ugh. Yay Pushups, Crunches, Situps , and the plank for week, Along with the usual 12 minute run and power walk.
French is pretty good, actually. I'm "The teachers pet". Most kids would kill to be Kagazos teacher pet, but I really don't want to be it. She calls on me all the time and luckily, I get most of the answers right.
Hm. So, That's how September went, and I kind of wish I went to a differant school. Sturgeon is such a downer. It's full of druggies and pregnant girls. :|
Seems just like yesterday that I, Miguel and his friend were all.. Er- Character roleplaying on his status. xD
Anyways, I have to admit, that there are NO attractive guys at my school . There really isn't. Oh, that was just a random fact (not that I'm looking for a boyfriend or whatever). (#jasmineisforeveralone)
So. American History is alright. I admit that it is boring. I thought it'd be more exciting, like learning about the Holocaust and Vietnam but we're learning how the states came to be, and how much money everything was, 15 million for a huge piece of land that was Arizona, New mexico, Florida, Texas, Oregan, Washington and California. Oh man. I'm such a nerd for memorizing that.
English Class - can suck it. I'm serious, Like it seems every class I almost fall asleep. Probably because the room is so warm. There's 36 of us, and Mr. Cox is so lazy. I'm serious. Definitely not my favourite class
Science and Lunch - I didn't have enough to say, so I put both. Science sucks, So does Chemistry. Lunch is alright, I just wish all my friends would love each other. Sadly, they don't, and it was a mistake and 2 people from the opposing group hate each other and refuse to speak.
Gym - Gym is alright, I like the people. The new kids are so nice, and I've befriended a few. One thing I don't like, it's "Core muscle" week, and my (nonexistant) (fl)abs hurt like hell. Ugh. Yay Pushups, Crunches, Situps , and the plank for week, Along with the usual 12 minute run and power walk.
French is pretty good, actually. I'm "The teachers pet". Most kids would kill to be Kagazos teacher pet, but I really don't want to be it. She calls on me all the time and luckily, I get most of the answers right.
Hm. So, That's how September went, and I kind of wish I went to a differant school. Sturgeon is such a downer. It's full of druggies and pregnant girls. :|
Gives me hope :')
Boys like this give me hope.
Mostly because he's stressing over his future child, when he doesn't even have a current girlfriend. I may be wrong, but it's like the first time i've seen a guy care about his future that much.
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