i love bowling
sportsschool05-08
AUT09
sportsschool09(don't ask, okay wait. do)
19/01/1992 hits
i won't die without my phone :D i'm stubborn but i'm trying to fix it.
i want a whole day that i can spend doing exactly what i want,
with who i want.
i want a best friend right here right now
i badly need to buy new shoes i need to go shopping for shirts soon
i need to lose fat, pretty badly now
i want someone to teach me guitar
& someone as noob as me to jam with
i believe that life is NOT meant to suck
may God teach me to love.
"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequete, but that we are powerful beyond measure...
It is our light, not darkness, that most frightens us."
Sunday, October 18, 2009
spent an hour playing guitar. feels reaaal good. need to get faster fingers! anyhow. blog. hello. o's is around the corner. do i think i can do it?yes. should i be working harder?uhh.. yes. that wasn't convincing. yes; i know.
IT'S SO TEMPING TO SLACK! PFFT.
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
11:35 PM
too often we don't realize what we have until it is gone. too often we wait too late to say "im sorry, i was wrong." sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts and we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart. far too many times we let unimportant things into our minds and then it's usually too late to see what made us blind. so be sure that you let people know how much they mean to you take that time to say the words before your time is through. be sure that you appreciate everything you've got and be thankful for the little things in life that mean a lot.
stumbled across this looking at a facebook profile - it's very refreshing to see things like this. haha!
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
11:35 PM
Dear Bella,
I know how you feel. I'm now reading up New Moon and I'm at page 350.
Chris
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
6:31 AM
Thursday, September 17, 2009
ran with scott today, he's so fast, it's really tiring to try and keep pace. felt my heart pumping after just half an hour, aches in my chest got me worried for awhile, but i'm all good.
got back some more prelim results yesterday, i got an F9 for social studies, lowest in class by one mark. going to try and hit the mark of A1 and doubtlessly claim the "most improved" title.
i've gotta mug, going downstairs. let's do this thing - o'levels.
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
4:31 AM
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
so tired- school is draining me. i wish my teachers would stop chasing me for work. i know i'm meant to hand in everything but there's so much to do i'm just going to work with what's most efficient in getting my weaker subjects up.
ANYWAY. besides that! prelims are over, and people have been telling me that you only need one month to study for o's, here goes baby, here goes.
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
3:21 AM
Monday, September 14, 2009
something i learned in the yesterday of tomorrow, shown to me by the yesterday of today - faith is holding on when there seems to be no reason to anymore. it's beyond human means of comprehension; it's the mark of the divine.
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
4:57 AM
in love with the song The Kill by 30 seconds to mars. that's one of the few songs that has screaming i like. the lead singer is so good! pfft. lessons. classes. drain.
o'levels is up around the last bend, here i go!
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
4:53 AM
Friday, July 10, 2009
i'm sick of my address and my template -.-" so i won't blog.
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
6:17 PM
Saturday, June 13, 2009
i must have needed that extra rest SO BAD. i slept like a pig, i couldn't move my arms when i tried to go to the gym. the last three and a half hours were just dreamless rest, i feel like i can think faster, maybe move faster. the last part seems almost funny, i'm tempted to think it's psychological - i can almost SEE better. oO
if you wanna FaLaLaLa.
4:00 AM
Thursday, June 11, 2009
altruism is the act of giving without expecting in return. i must learn to expect - nothing in return.
in a painfully ironic icon of perpetual truth: the worst, most heartbreaking, moments shown with care and taken with silence and a smile are really the moments with the most love.
silence beckons a liberating heartbreak; an early conclusion to an otherwise endless love story, words beckon a painfully thin walkway of love. spattered with anguish and love; psychedelic colours painting a striking panorama, both ugly and beautiful at once.
who makes the call? what IS the call? i know silence, for me, only predecesses regret. but what of us? am i sufficient to decide for the both? since when do i have such right or authority? DO I then have the ability to choose? what is the answer?
confusion and insanity edge ever closer to the brink in this article of my heartless homicide
