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There's something about the end that seems to make us run screaming back to the beginning. Maybe its because when things seem like they are coming to an end, its not really an end at all; it's a new beginning; so it's only fitting that we go back to the beginning to prepare ourselves for the end?
Still with me? That was the deep soulful moment for this post.
Anyways, whilst I was reflecting, a very catchy tune got stuck in my head and I turned it into a song, about how far I've come and where life is taking me next. That sounds so cheesy.
Here are the lyrics, I might publish the chords and piano accompaniment if I can figure out how in the future (and yes, I wrote it all by MYSELF, that's why it is so amateur).

Girl with the World (In her Hands)
You spoke slowly, in the hope that I would understand,
You unknowingly, made judgement, first hand {or right then, I can't decide which would go better}
And I stood alone, waiting for someone to come around,
And Ask, whoa, but no one cared to sound.

I moved away, hoping everything would be okay,
I was to innocent, to look over my shoulder,
And Outside, I pretended nothing at all was wrong,
But Inside, whoa, I knew something had to be done.

And now I'm the girl with the world in her hands,
Yet I was the one who was shunned from the land.
Taunted, Haunted
Darkness covered the pain,
When fire brought light,
Too bad, it was smothered by rain.

Climbing, the walls that you back then forced me to build,
Fighting off the dragons, 'cos you thought I never would,
Get to where I'm at now, you never dreamed that I'd make it this far,
But now, whoa, you're the one who can't hide or run.

And now I'm the girl with the world in her hands,
Yet I was the one who was shunned from the land.
Taunted, Haunted
Darkness covered the pain,
When fire brought light,
Too bad, it was smothered by rain.

So I was the one, who had to learn the hard way,
And what did you do to make it so difficult for yourself
Stop complaining girl,
You'll never get there girl,
Taunted, Haunted
Darkness covered the pain,
When fire brought light,
Too bad, it was smothered by rain.
[smothered by rain]
[Who's the one who can't run now?]
[Now, I'm the girl with the world...in her hands]

Argh, my hand is hovering over the post button...
　

IT WENT UP MY NOSE AND IT WAS YUCKY!!!!
Okay, I know that was rather childish but I had to prove my point.
Conclusion - Smoking is disgusting.

We had a garage sale today!
I was pleased that I only had to deal with 2 stuck-up/annoying people for the whole day!
Amazing!
Makes my outlook on life a little brighter :)



Dreams, no matter how extravagant should be supported right?
Agree?
Disagree?
Then why is everyone always putting down mine?! I don't have to get a well paid job if I'm going to be slaving over paper work night and day, because I'll probably jump from the window of my 174 Story building office instead. Dreams don't have to be lifelong. Why not for experience? Why not for happiness?

WHY NOT?

Gah, STOP PUTTING ME DOWN!
I'll show you.

Yay!
The time at the bottom of the posts is now correct!
Yay!

And yes, it is a real word. It means 'an irresistible urge to do something inadvisable'.
I love this word, but I have no idea how to use it.
Gah.
Google is most unhelpful.

To me, the most important aspect in a song, are the lyrics.
LYRICS ARE GREAT!
And Taylor Swift, no matter what you say, is the modern QUEEN of written meaningful lyrics.
Check it out yourself.


I find it particularly frustrating when I can't open a banana easily. Bananas should have been designed more ergonomically/user friendly. Monkeys do it easily because they do it from the other end. Refer to the picture below. The red arrow indicates.
Solution-OPEN IT FROM THE OTHER END AS WELL!
Expect your friends to find it most amusing.
I've already tried.




Meh.

I partially regret using the above title, but that's okay, I'll think of something else next time when I write about my extremely poor time management skills!
Anyway, to all fellow readers, please note that the 'time posted' at the bottom of each post in incorrect. I do not get up at 3.30am to write in my blog. I have no idea how to change it so just bear with me okay? Also, please keep this blog anonymous. The internet is an endless abyss of randomness, so lets stick to using initials and keeping shared information to a minimum. I might change my mind later if my random thoughts and words of wisdom lead to life changing decisions, fame and fortune, but for now, until this page gets a little more developed, this is the way things will be.
Thank you for your co-operation!
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I've just had an amazing epiphany!
Since Easter is coming up, I was thinking of a new easter egg type, and I though of an absolutely fantabulous, original idea! What if we had easter eggs with the caramel or marshmallow or whatever on the outside and the chocolate on the inside? I hope this hasn't already been marketed 'cos then I'm gonna end up feeling pretty stink.
Okey, to Google it now...
I wanna get this patented!

There's something about youth that old people seem to forget.
I hate people treating me like a child, I am not a child. Living far away from the folks isn't so bad, but they don't see how we all grow up like others. They see it in 2 year jumps, when we come and visit. And they forget how long 2 years is. 2 years is a long time. Long enough for a girl to gain shape, weight, height. Long enough to miss the pregnancy and first year of a child's life. Its depressing when people can't hold a new view when you arrive at the airport again.
Good God Of course we've grown! It's been 2 frickin' years!
They can't see that you're not 11 now, you're 13. No, because you're the same? Haven't changed abit? Sipped from the fountain of youth? You hight have gained womanhood, made the transition to high school, moved, changed. It sucks.

Pah.
Life sucks girl.
Get used to it.

When I first heard of 'stereotypes' I thought we were going to learn about AM and FM. What kind of name is 'stereotypes' for a crude/misleading/blunt generalisation?!
Stereotypes are ridiculous. Ridiculously ridiculous. The amount of hurt or humiliation they can imply on someone (both the one who assumes and the one who is assumed) is just stupid. It was because of stereotypes that people spoke to me so slowly that they unintentionally made up a new language, it was because of stereotypes that back in the day I was paired with the girl with Downs Syndrome even through I'm in the gifted and talented program now, and it was because of stereotypes that boys went easy on me and ended up losing to me in press-ups (push-ups, depending on where you live and pull ups to the next exercise), chin ups, sprinting and back-flipping. Go me.
Of course, you can just say that its human nature to judge. When we look at an obese person on the street, we think FAT! Unless we'd trained ourselves to be overly compassionate, we wouldn't think, "Gee, I wonder if that person needs a hand in a personal fitness program, I have a friend that could help!" And then race over and give them your friend's card (who happens to be a world class fitness trainer). No, who would think that?
NOBODY! Except maybe Jesus, because he just was. But that's besides the point.
We don't have to force ourselves to think something so good about each person we see on the street that a silver halo begins to illuminate above our heads, but if we can see all the exceptions, the minority, the talent, the things people never tell you but are secretly longing for you to figure out, we can be better people.
And maybe 'stereotype' will only be used in past tense one day.
Maybe.

Both are deadly gas emissions contributing to global warming, and both smell like poop, but the whole gist of this post is whether you're a Country Girl, or a City Girl? Or boy, It's just I'm coming from my views here.
My friends at school have different ambitions than I have. They want to own farms with cows and sheep, wear black gumboots and drive tractors; I want to work in a moderately hands on job, talk to people, travel, wear comfy yet sophisticated clothing and drive a Volvo.
I think my friends are deprived. Some of them have never travelled further than a 50km radius of this teeny-weeny city. In a way, I suppose they're just innocent. War in Afghanistan? Nah, It's just on TV. Shopping malls more than 3 stories high? You've got to be kidding me. Aeroplane rides more than 4 hours long? Wow, that plane must be going in circles!
I can't really decide which of the above I am...I LOVE grass, and cartwheeling and trees, but I also LOVE humongous shopping complexes and walking along a crowded street.
Ah, the burdens of knowing what's out there.
Too many choices....

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