Inside you're dying cause you can't believe
He would leave you alone
And leave you so cold
When you were his daughter
But the blood in your veins
As you carry his name
Turns thinner than water
What's really in a name? Does it define us? We carry it for most, if not all, of our lives, and there's not TOO much we can do about it. It tells us where we come from, but is linking ourselves to the past always a good thing?
I recently saw Boyce Avenue performing in my hometown and they came on and sang this song. Before they started, Alejandro spoke a bit about a friend who had faced a lot in the past but had gotten stronger from it and it really struck a chord with me. People will hurt you in the course of your life- fact. A lot of the time, these people will be people you're close to- fact. But sometimes, the people who hurt you will be the ones you least expect... the ones you're supposed to trust... the ones who're supposed to protect you. We can accept these as facts, but that doesn't mean we have to accept the consequences.
Your family name does not define you. The negative actions of those before you should not make any impression upon your life. If you don't like it, change it. I'm not one for rebelling against family members or anything, but if any of your family members are going to knowingly hurt you, then refuse to accept it. Stand up and say no. You may carry a name, but you don't have to carry the person. Turn a negative into a positive and go for it.
Friday 11 November 2011
Wednesday 12 October 2011
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
When they have been exhumed
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we'd be doomed
Flaw: a mark, fault, or other imperfection that mars a substance or object.
I'll be honest and say that I'm not someone who is very open about their flaws, and I don't immediately step forward and admit when I'm wrong. I'm not someone who embraces flaws and I'm most definitely not proud of them.
I am, however, a firm believer in the fact that they can shape our characters. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and all that. I do not believe that they make us who we are though. Not entirely, anyway. We can't allow our flaws to 100% define us. They play a part, and of course we can't just erase them, but we can't just go: "Yep. That's ALL I am. I am depression. I am self harm. I am unfaithfulness. I am an eating disorder. I am dyslexia" These things can help you grow as a person, and yes, they can represent a period of your lifetime, but they can always be overcome. We can beat these things, little step by little step.
Without these flaws, we'd all be the same. We'd be happy, clappy, my life is awesome and I can breeze on through type people. Now where's the fun in that? What do you achieve? Not an awful lot! When you're older, would you not rather look back and think, "Yea, I was there. But I got out of it... I overcame that." I certainly would.
When they have been exhumed
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we'd be doomed
Flaw: a mark, fault, or other imperfection that mars a substance or object.
I'll be honest and say that I'm not someone who is very open about their flaws, and I don't immediately step forward and admit when I'm wrong. I'm not someone who embraces flaws and I'm most definitely not proud of them.
I am, however, a firm believer in the fact that they can shape our characters. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and all that. I do not believe that they make us who we are though. Not entirely, anyway. We can't allow our flaws to 100% define us. They play a part, and of course we can't just erase them, but we can't just go: "Yep. That's ALL I am. I am depression. I am self harm. I am unfaithfulness. I am an eating disorder. I am dyslexia" These things can help you grow as a person, and yes, they can represent a period of your lifetime, but they can always be overcome. We can beat these things, little step by little step.
Without these flaws, we'd all be the same. We'd be happy, clappy, my life is awesome and I can breeze on through type people. Now where's the fun in that? What do you achieve? Not an awful lot! When you're older, would you not rather look back and think, "Yea, I was there. But I got out of it... I overcame that." I certainly would.
They say that they're not puppets and then we point them to the strings
They line us up in uniforms
And tell us not to feel
They've never been to Heaven
But they tell us that it's real
They say that this is a free country and we're always told that we can be what we want to be, but it's funny how there's always a list of exceptions. There's always a list of rules that must be obeyed, a schedule, an order- a method of control.
Well reader, you can be anything you want to be! Did you know that? I just hope you want to be in full-time education until at least the age of 16, then try to find a job, then obey all the laws of the land! So, if you want to be rich, you better get yourself into a good job or do something illegal. But of course to get that good job then you've gotta have some sort of qualification, so you've got to go to school, which of course is the law. And if you do something illegal to get this money, then that's going to get you into trouble. Soooo, you can't be a criminal.
Also, you better not want to be a druggie. Or an alcoholic. Or addicted to anything really, because it'll either be illegal or expensive, and of course to get that money you've to follow some other regime or climb some ladder within a business.
Love, too. If you want to be in love, you've got to befriend, court, then see how things go. Then, in the longrun, you engage and marry the person. Then you have a few kids, get a house, a car, and a whole lot of debt. You've got to pay your taxes, keep the roof over your head and food on the table. So you better keep up that nice job that you're expected to do every day with those qualifications that you were forced into studying for throughout your school years.
And maybe, if you're into the Christian thing, you could go to a nice little church in your nice little town with your nice little family all dressed in your nice little Sunday outfits. When you get there you can be given some more rules... Don't kill, don't lie, don't cheat, don't swear, don't drink, don't do this, don't do that, don't do the other. All in hopes of going to this place where nobody on Earth has been, but we have to trust exists. And don't dare question it! That's doubt, and doubt is bad! I mean, how dare you think?
We're generally encouraged to think for ourselves, but there's always something limiting us. People tell us that it can't be done, we convince ourselves that it can't be done, we don't have the money, we don't have the time, it's too "out of the box." Society has everything organised and everybody knows what role is theirs to play. It's a big show. Everyone has their smile on their face and their lines rehearsed and so we go on with the show. Everything is under control. As long as there's control, everything's easy.
So why not make it more difficult? Step out of your comfort zone. See what you can do. The Greeks were great thinkers. They stepped out of the box and were always in search of the next big thing. They wanted the answers to the big questions- they set the trends. Why not be a Greek? Challenge the norm. Think for yourself and do what you want to do. Ask questions and challenge what you're told. Make sure sure you completely understand instead of just accepting it.
And tell us not to feel
They've never been to Heaven
But they tell us that it's real
They say that this is a free country and we're always told that we can be what we want to be, but it's funny how there's always a list of exceptions. There's always a list of rules that must be obeyed, a schedule, an order- a method of control.
Well reader, you can be anything you want to be! Did you know that? I just hope you want to be in full-time education until at least the age of 16, then try to find a job, then obey all the laws of the land! So, if you want to be rich, you better get yourself into a good job or do something illegal. But of course to get that good job then you've gotta have some sort of qualification, so you've got to go to school, which of course is the law. And if you do something illegal to get this money, then that's going to get you into trouble. Soooo, you can't be a criminal.
Also, you better not want to be a druggie. Or an alcoholic. Or addicted to anything really, because it'll either be illegal or expensive, and of course to get that money you've to follow some other regime or climb some ladder within a business.
Love, too. If you want to be in love, you've got to befriend, court, then see how things go. Then, in the longrun, you engage and marry the person. Then you have a few kids, get a house, a car, and a whole lot of debt. You've got to pay your taxes, keep the roof over your head and food on the table. So you better keep up that nice job that you're expected to do every day with those qualifications that you were forced into studying for throughout your school years.
And maybe, if you're into the Christian thing, you could go to a nice little church in your nice little town with your nice little family all dressed in your nice little Sunday outfits. When you get there you can be given some more rules... Don't kill, don't lie, don't cheat, don't swear, don't drink, don't do this, don't do that, don't do the other. All in hopes of going to this place where nobody on Earth has been, but we have to trust exists. And don't dare question it! That's doubt, and doubt is bad! I mean, how dare you think?
We're generally encouraged to think for ourselves, but there's always something limiting us. People tell us that it can't be done, we convince ourselves that it can't be done, we don't have the money, we don't have the time, it's too "out of the box." Society has everything organised and everybody knows what role is theirs to play. It's a big show. Everyone has their smile on their face and their lines rehearsed and so we go on with the show. Everything is under control. As long as there's control, everything's easy.
So why not make it more difficult? Step out of your comfort zone. See what you can do. The Greeks were great thinkers. They stepped out of the box and were always in search of the next big thing. They wanted the answers to the big questions- they set the trends. Why not be a Greek? Challenge the norm. Think for yourself and do what you want to do. Ask questions and challenge what you're told. Make sure sure you completely understand instead of just accepting it.
Sunday 26 June 2011
The world passes by in my summer
And we all sit round here in our home town
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
The memories, I hope they'll never fade
Summersummersummer. I've made it through gcses and I can finally relax and enjoy some time of chilling out, not worrying about anything and making some memories. In 11 days time I will be jetting off to Texas with 50 other people which will be pretty amazing, and I'm hoping for some good times back here in Northern Ireland (weather permitting, of course).
It's amazing what we remember, isn't it? We don't remember every day of our lives, and we don't remember every conversation we have, but we remember moments. I think it's sad that so many days slip out of our memories, but amazing that we can recall moments years after they've happened.
So I think we should have plenty of amazing moments, just in case not all of them make it into our memory banks. Pretty difficult to do when you're sitting in a classroom, but now that Summer's here I'm going to try my best!
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
The memories, I hope they'll never fade
Summersummersummer. I've made it through gcses and I can finally relax and enjoy some time of chilling out, not worrying about anything and making some memories. In 11 days time I will be jetting off to Texas with 50 other people which will be pretty amazing, and I'm hoping for some good times back here in Northern Ireland (weather permitting, of course).
It's amazing what we remember, isn't it? We don't remember every day of our lives, and we don't remember every conversation we have, but we remember moments. I think it's sad that so many days slip out of our memories, but amazing that we can recall moments years after they've happened.
So I think we should have plenty of amazing moments, just in case not all of them make it into our memory banks. Pretty difficult to do when you're sitting in a classroom, but now that Summer's here I'm going to try my best!
Monday 9 May 2011
Thursday 5 May 2011
gcses.com
They've been looming for a while now, & yet they have appeared to have snuck/sneaked up on me! My first "big" exams, so lots of studying to be done. I most likely won't have many posts for a wee while, so I'm sure the one person who actually follows me will be devastated...not.
Wish me luck though!
Wish me luck though!
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising
Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Here in Northern Ireland we're very accustomed to saying that we're "fine." (I'm not sure if it's the same elsewhere, so I can only speak about what I know). We don't like being weak, and we certainly won't admit it to anyone else. We have the desire to appear strong and independant, no matter how we're feeling on the inside.
A friend of mine is considered the strong one. My friend group is a bit disfunctional, to say the very least. There's always some sort of petty drama going on, and this friend (we'll call her Laura) is always the one who has the level head. Laura is the eldest, and feels as if she must hold everyone else together. While she is very necessary & appreciated, she doesn't realise that she can fall apart too. She doesn't have to wear her mask all the time. Sure, she can help others out, but she's gotta admit to others that she isn't okay- and that's allowed!
I've only lived a little bit of my life and already I've clicked onto the fact that it's not a smooth ride all the time- shocker, right? So yea, while it's good to help others out (and you definitely should try to), you have to look after yourself & realise that there's always somebody about who you can have a wee chat with.
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Here in Northern Ireland we're very accustomed to saying that we're "fine." (I'm not sure if it's the same elsewhere, so I can only speak about what I know). We don't like being weak, and we certainly won't admit it to anyone else. We have the desire to appear strong and independant, no matter how we're feeling on the inside.
A friend of mine is considered the strong one. My friend group is a bit disfunctional, to say the very least. There's always some sort of petty drama going on, and this friend (we'll call her Laura) is always the one who has the level head. Laura is the eldest, and feels as if she must hold everyone else together. While she is very necessary & appreciated, she doesn't realise that she can fall apart too. She doesn't have to wear her mask all the time. Sure, she can help others out, but she's gotta admit to others that she isn't okay- and that's allowed!
I've only lived a little bit of my life and already I've clicked onto the fact that it's not a smooth ride all the time- shocker, right? So yea, while it's good to help others out (and you definitely should try to), you have to look after yourself & realise that there's always somebody about who you can have a wee chat with.
Wednesday 20 April 2011
-John Green
I wish my mind worked like this man's. For those of you who haven't heard of John Green, you should definitely make yourselves aware of him. Vlogbrother, author, Nerdfighter extraordinaire. I've only read his book Looking for Alaska, but it completely blew my mind.
So I was reading through a page of quotes and stumbled across this one. I'm not going to go down the religion route with this, but the point it makes is amazing. Why don't we accept things for what they are? Not because there's something to gain, not because something terrible could happen if we don't; but because it's what we believe is right.
If I think about the religion side of it for a sec (which I know I said I wouldn't), then it's a bit mind-boggling. I know a guy who became a Christian because he was scared of what Hell would be like. I know many, many people who hear about the perfection of Heaven & so jump along for the ride. What about the actual core of it all...love. Simple. Love. And with that, another John Green quote;
"Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou"
That's love. No questions, no doubt... just adventure. Trust in the fact that there are many days of love and happiness to come. Not analysing the downsides, not selfishly considering what you may get out of it... just enjoying being in love. I'm excited for that experience :)
Selflessness. Humans aren't very good at that, are they? But I guess that's for another day.
Quotes: http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1406384.John_Green?page=1
Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/vlogbrothers
Wednesday 6 April 2011
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
If only. How great would that be? I'm not about to go off on a beauty queen "I want World Peace" thing, but how amazing would it be? There's so much fighting going on at the minute, that people don't even know what we're fighting for anymore.
How many lives do we have to lose before we can come to some sort of an agreement? We've all seen them... those portrait shots of the smiling soldiers on the news. But those men are dead now. They've been killed fighting wars over stupid, unnecessary things. They've left friends, wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, mums, dads and maybe even kids behind- all because they're brave enough to step up and serve their country.
Why can't the governments just take a step back and think: wait. What's this all about? What if it was their son or daughter, brother or sister? Would they change their mind then? Would they bring those brave men and women home?
Northern Ireland is crazy. No matter what happens, religion seems to be brought into it. Even in primary schools the children are asking each other if they're "cats" or "pigs." If you say you're a cat, then you're catholic, and pig mean's you're protestant. Why should 4-11 year olds be worried about this?
For those who don't know much about Northern Ireland, it went through a period throughout the 70's known as the troubles. Catholics and Protestants declared war on each other, and security went mental. However, people came to agreements and almost everything is calmed again.
However, people feel the need to pass on these troubles to their kids & grandkids and there's absolutely no need. A young police officer was killed just 4 days ago because of being a Catholic in the police force. A certain group didn't like this, so they stuck a bomb under his car? 25 years old he was. We all live in the same country, so why can't we just get along? People are using religion as an excuse for violence... they quite clearly don't give a toss about the whole "Christianity" aspect.
Being a realistic person, I can see that Protestants and Catholics will never exist alongside each other without the memory of the troubles. There'll always be the judgement when we hear a name that is clearly of a certain religion, or if we see someone wearing a certain uniform or sports top. It's something we can't stop, and we cannot change religion; but the hatred isn't needed, surely.
As I've said before, I'm not one for compromising beliefs, but when we consider the sacrifices that innocent people are making; surely compromise is the better option?
Saturday 19 March 2011
I just wont make sense, for once I'm gonna live
It's in the air now
Bitter tears and broken hearts
Teenagers we count the years,
we think we're smart
But were not, we don't know anything
Another post about being a teenager. Sorry, but I am one, so it's quite frequently on my mind. Some people say that they hate being a teenager, that it's too hard and there's too much pressure- and yea, maybe it is hard, and maybe there's an immense amount of pressure, but they're some of the best days of our lives!
Sure, we mess up... a lot, and we have to make all these decisions that will determine what path we take on our way to the future. But we're expected to mess up. We're allowed to. How great is that? Our parents expect us to party hard, to be "emotional" and to screw up all the time. Of course, we need to focus on the important things too, but isn't it good that we screw up now?
We're teenagers. Now is the time of learning from our mistakes. It's better to make them now and learn from them before we enter the scary world of adulthood and have to be responsible. When we reach our teens, we've gotten to the age where we know what's going on and we don't need our parents holding our hands all the time, but at the same time, we've got our parents keeping an eye on us. We've got people who are responsible for us, and our only responsibility is ourself. That way, when we screw up, we can turn to them, cry on their shoulders, ask for their advice and hope they won't judge. If we live the "perfect" life now, then what will we know when we have to fend for ourselves, and even for children or partners? Our teenage years are preparation for the real world, and my parents use that excuse a lot.
"Why do I have to tidy my room- nobody else goes in there?"
"Well, Aimee, when you're up and married, you don't want to live in a messy house. We're just trying to prepare you for the future."
Yawn. But I guess I'll thank them for it sometime. Through having to be careful with pocket money, washing dishes, tidying up around the house and all those other boring things that I groan about, my parents are helping me build up essential skills for life.
But they can't teach me how to be streetsmart. So I've got to do that for myself. I need to learn how to deal with people out in the real world, and know how to sort out my own dilemmas, and to do that, I need to screw up. All the time, it would seem. But I'm learning from my mistakes, which is good. There's a lot to learn, but I'm making a lot of mistakes to learn from, so I'm getting there.
I'm going to enjoy these years I think. I'm going to have my friends, my arguements, my flings, my heartbreak, my smiles, my tears, my parties, and my exhaustion. It'll be epic.
Bitter tears and broken hearts
Teenagers we count the years,
we think we're smart
But were not, we don't know anything
Another post about being a teenager. Sorry, but I am one, so it's quite frequently on my mind. Some people say that they hate being a teenager, that it's too hard and there's too much pressure- and yea, maybe it is hard, and maybe there's an immense amount of pressure, but they're some of the best days of our lives!
Sure, we mess up... a lot, and we have to make all these decisions that will determine what path we take on our way to the future. But we're expected to mess up. We're allowed to. How great is that? Our parents expect us to party hard, to be "emotional" and to screw up all the time. Of course, we need to focus on the important things too, but isn't it good that we screw up now?
We're teenagers. Now is the time of learning from our mistakes. It's better to make them now and learn from them before we enter the scary world of adulthood and have to be responsible. When we reach our teens, we've gotten to the age where we know what's going on and we don't need our parents holding our hands all the time, but at the same time, we've got our parents keeping an eye on us. We've got people who are responsible for us, and our only responsibility is ourself. That way, when we screw up, we can turn to them, cry on their shoulders, ask for their advice and hope they won't judge. If we live the "perfect" life now, then what will we know when we have to fend for ourselves, and even for children or partners? Our teenage years are preparation for the real world, and my parents use that excuse a lot.
"Why do I have to tidy my room- nobody else goes in there?"
"Well, Aimee, when you're up and married, you don't want to live in a messy house. We're just trying to prepare you for the future."
Yawn. But I guess I'll thank them for it sometime. Through having to be careful with pocket money, washing dishes, tidying up around the house and all those other boring things that I groan about, my parents are helping me build up essential skills for life.
But they can't teach me how to be streetsmart. So I've got to do that for myself. I need to learn how to deal with people out in the real world, and know how to sort out my own dilemmas, and to do that, I need to screw up. All the time, it would seem. But I'm learning from my mistakes, which is good. There's a lot to learn, but I'm making a lot of mistakes to learn from, so I'm getting there.
I'm going to enjoy these years I think. I'm going to have my friends, my arguements, my flings, my heartbreak, my smiles, my tears, my parties, and my exhaustion. It'll be epic.
And I won't be denied by you, the animal inside of you
Here we go again
We're sick like animals, we play pretend
You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid
I won't get out alive
Love. It's animalistic, isn't it? And I'm not talking about some sort of kinky roleplay or anything here, just the nature of "love."
First off, there's the thrill of the chase; the actual pursuit of the one you want to be with. You watch them for a while getting to know their ways, their quirks. Then you approach them, get to know them more and develop a strange infatuation. You feel drawn to them, and they're at the forefront of your mind.
Then you finally pluck up the courage to "ask them out." They hopefully say yes, and that's when the protective nature kicks in. They're yours, nobody elses. You don't want them to leave you, so you keep a careful watch over them, and do everything you can to make them happy.
As it gets more serious, you become more and more in sync with each other; moving as one in a way that would remind you of a pack or herd. You know each other inside and out, and you share thoughts with each other.
It seems to be an okay way to be, doesn't it? You know the person, you want them to be happy and you've got someone who'll protect you. But what about when things get messy. Like with a herd, if something goes wrong, then the wrong-doer is excluded. You get pushed away and you suddenly find yourself fending for yourself. Either that, or you fight. Cruel, emotionally bruising fighting. It cuts you deep and, a lot of the time, it's a hurt you won't forget. Where animals would just get the claws out and fight, humans are sneaky and calculating. They know what hurts the most- there's the downside of letting a person get to know you so well. We are capable of tearing a person in two, and we know it. We know exaclty how to do it, and when the time comes- we don't hesitate.
But I guess we're just protecting ourselves. By destroying the other person, we make ourselves seem stronger. We put our guard up by tearing the other person's down.
We're sick like animals, we play pretend
You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid
I won't get out alive
Love. It's animalistic, isn't it? And I'm not talking about some sort of kinky roleplay or anything here, just the nature of "love."
First off, there's the thrill of the chase; the actual pursuit of the one you want to be with. You watch them for a while getting to know their ways, their quirks. Then you approach them, get to know them more and develop a strange infatuation. You feel drawn to them, and they're at the forefront of your mind.
Then you finally pluck up the courage to "ask them out." They hopefully say yes, and that's when the protective nature kicks in. They're yours, nobody elses. You don't want them to leave you, so you keep a careful watch over them, and do everything you can to make them happy.
As it gets more serious, you become more and more in sync with each other; moving as one in a way that would remind you of a pack or herd. You know each other inside and out, and you share thoughts with each other.
It seems to be an okay way to be, doesn't it? You know the person, you want them to be happy and you've got someone who'll protect you. But what about when things get messy. Like with a herd, if something goes wrong, then the wrong-doer is excluded. You get pushed away and you suddenly find yourself fending for yourself. Either that, or you fight. Cruel, emotionally bruising fighting. It cuts you deep and, a lot of the time, it's a hurt you won't forget. Where animals would just get the claws out and fight, humans are sneaky and calculating. They know what hurts the most- there's the downside of letting a person get to know you so well. We are capable of tearing a person in two, and we know it. We know exaclty how to do it, and when the time comes- we don't hesitate.
But I guess we're just protecting ourselves. By destroying the other person, we make ourselves seem stronger. We put our guard up by tearing the other person's down.
Friday 18 March 2011
And in the heat of the moment my mouth starts going the words start flowing
When I'm nervous I have this thing yeah I talk too much
Sometimes I just can't shut the hell up
It's like I need to tell someone anyone who'll listen
And that's where I seem to mess up, yeah
Secretssecretssecrets. It's not nice knowing things, is it? Knowing things that you shouldn't know, then pretending that you don't know them at all. It's not nice. At times it can feel good, to have that bit of information that could potentially destroy a person. But it's always a dirty little secret, isn't it? One that could hurt another person. It's not fun, and I'm not a fan of it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having a wee chat and a catch up on all the bizz, but knowing something really "bad" is not my cup of tea.
Then there's the battle in your head. What's the "right" thing to do? Do you tell the other person to save them from further hurt or embarrassment, or do you keep the secret and wait to see what happens? Telling them will hurt them, and you'll destroy all trust between you and the one in the wrong; but not telling them can destroy you inside. You watch the person live their life, naively believing that everything's going well, knowing that eventually everything's going to go mad.
Sometimes I just can't shut the hell up
It's like I need to tell someone anyone who'll listen
And that's where I seem to mess up, yeah
Secretssecretssecrets. It's not nice knowing things, is it? Knowing things that you shouldn't know, then pretending that you don't know them at all. It's not nice. At times it can feel good, to have that bit of information that could potentially destroy a person. But it's always a dirty little secret, isn't it? One that could hurt another person. It's not fun, and I'm not a fan of it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having a wee chat and a catch up on all the bizz, but knowing something really "bad" is not my cup of tea.
Then there's the battle in your head. What's the "right" thing to do? Do you tell the other person to save them from further hurt or embarrassment, or do you keep the secret and wait to see what happens? Telling them will hurt them, and you'll destroy all trust between you and the one in the wrong; but not telling them can destroy you inside. You watch the person live their life, naively believing that everything's going well, knowing that eventually everything's going to go mad.
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
And the cynics were outraged
Screaming, this is absurd
'Cause for a moment a band of thieves
In ripped up jeans got to rule the world
Teenagers are stupid. They know nothing. Who even are they? They think they know everything. They're hormonal- just let them be. Sex, drink, drugs and music- that's all they care about. They just loiter and cause trouble.
You were teenagers too! And did all of you have sex all the time, drink your money away and get as high as kites? No. Didn't think so. So teenagers today don't either. I understand that yes, a lot of us do party hard- but even then, it doesn't mean we don't care. We do. We're the ones who have to live in this world. We're going to be adults soon, so of course we care about what's going on in the world. We have to make a living in this economic disaster, so I'm pretty sure we care.
The rise in university fees is a good example of something we care about. It affects us, and we stood up and took notice. We fought for what we believed in- some harder than others, of course. Sure, it could have been a bit more peaceful at times, but it shows that we're not just wasters who sit back and do nothing. But we weren't listened to, were we? The adults know best.
And for any adults reading this, I'm not pointing the finger. That would be a bit hypocritical, as I would also be stereotyping. I know that you guys are older and wiser, but that doesn't mean that we know nothing. So I love coming across adults who talk to teenagers as if they're equals, and take a genuine interest in what we have to say.
There are more and more teenagers taking part in petitions, peaceful (and not so peaceful) protests, and sitting on councils; just to get our opinion across.
How cool would it be if we got to rule the world- just for a day? I would love it.
"The awkward moment when David Cameron gets sick, but can't get treated because his doctor couldn't afford to go to University."
Screaming, this is absurd
'Cause for a moment a band of thieves
In ripped up jeans got to rule the world
Teenagers are stupid. They know nothing. Who even are they? They think they know everything. They're hormonal- just let them be. Sex, drink, drugs and music- that's all they care about. They just loiter and cause trouble.
You were teenagers too! And did all of you have sex all the time, drink your money away and get as high as kites? No. Didn't think so. So teenagers today don't either. I understand that yes, a lot of us do party hard- but even then, it doesn't mean we don't care. We do. We're the ones who have to live in this world. We're going to be adults soon, so of course we care about what's going on in the world. We have to make a living in this economic disaster, so I'm pretty sure we care.
The rise in university fees is a good example of something we care about. It affects us, and we stood up and took notice. We fought for what we believed in- some harder than others, of course. Sure, it could have been a bit more peaceful at times, but it shows that we're not just wasters who sit back and do nothing. But we weren't listened to, were we? The adults know best.
And for any adults reading this, I'm not pointing the finger. That would be a bit hypocritical, as I would also be stereotyping. I know that you guys are older and wiser, but that doesn't mean that we know nothing. So I love coming across adults who talk to teenagers as if they're equals, and take a genuine interest in what we have to say.
There are more and more teenagers taking part in petitions, peaceful (and not so peaceful) protests, and sitting on councils; just to get our opinion across.
How cool would it be if we got to rule the world- just for a day? I would love it.
"The awkward moment when David Cameron gets sick, but can't get treated because his doctor couldn't afford to go to University."
No one in your life is with you constantly, no one is completely on your side
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Ever had that feeling that something's going to go wrong? It usually happens when you feel like everything else is going okay. Everything's cool and dandy and going fine. Then BAM- bad times.
At the minute, I guess I can't complain. I'm freaking out about the future a lot, and I'm very sleepy; but when I think about it, things are going okay. School's alright, things are going well with my friends, and I'm happy enough. But I have this awful feeling in my gut that something's going to take a turn for the worse.
"For every good thing that happens, there will be a bad one."
Surely that can't be true? Why do we have to live a content plane? As soon as we seem to go up, we have to dip back down again- it all balances out. I don't like that. There seems to be a whole lot I don't like, doesn't there? I know that there are ups and downs in life, and shit happens- but good things happen too. Why can't we just have a run of nice things without having to expect something bad to happen? Lots of rhetorical questions here, but I am genuinely trying to work out an answer for at least one of them.
Is having a good time for a long time too much to expect? Is it greedy? And is it bad to consider my "bad" things "bad" when there's so much else going on in the world? I mean, Japan's in turmoil, and I'm watching Comic Relief right now, and I'm worrying about a possible argument and gcses? Priorities need a bit of shaking up methinks.
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Ever had that feeling that something's going to go wrong? It usually happens when you feel like everything else is going okay. Everything's cool and dandy and going fine. Then BAM- bad times.
At the minute, I guess I can't complain. I'm freaking out about the future a lot, and I'm very sleepy; but when I think about it, things are going okay. School's alright, things are going well with my friends, and I'm happy enough. But I have this awful feeling in my gut that something's going to take a turn for the worse.
"For every good thing that happens, there will be a bad one."
Surely that can't be true? Why do we have to live a content plane? As soon as we seem to go up, we have to dip back down again- it all balances out. I don't like that. There seems to be a whole lot I don't like, doesn't there? I know that there are ups and downs in life, and shit happens- but good things happen too. Why can't we just have a run of nice things without having to expect something bad to happen? Lots of rhetorical questions here, but I am genuinely trying to work out an answer for at least one of them.
Is having a good time for a long time too much to expect? Is it greedy? And is it bad to consider my "bad" things "bad" when there's so much else going on in the world? I mean, Japan's in turmoil, and I'm watching Comic Relief right now, and I'm worrying about a possible argument and gcses? Priorities need a bit of shaking up methinks.
Friday 4 March 2011
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
Here is the church and here is the steeple,
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else, but you
I quite like the idea of there being someone for everyone. Makes it seem quite magical, doesn't it? There's someone walking around right now that I'm going to spend my life with. Or maybe there isn't, that may not be the plan. But there's a plan! Fate, destiny, God; whatever you want to believe in. Something/someone out there knows what my life is going to turn out like, who I'm going to spend it with, and what I'm going to do with my time on this nice wee planet we call Earth.
But it scares me too. How much control of everything do we actually have? Or is everything paved out already? So no matter what decisions we make, are they all going to point in the same direction? Like the London underground; there are lots of different journeys we can take to get to the same place.
Has fate already decided my path? Am I "destined" to follow one path? Does God have everything sorted? Or am I in the driver's seat? Or is it a bit of both? Who knows? If anybody reading this has a clue, please let me know in the wee comments box.
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else, but you
I quite like the idea of there being someone for everyone. Makes it seem quite magical, doesn't it? There's someone walking around right now that I'm going to spend my life with. Or maybe there isn't, that may not be the plan. But there's a plan! Fate, destiny, God; whatever you want to believe in. Something/someone out there knows what my life is going to turn out like, who I'm going to spend it with, and what I'm going to do with my time on this nice wee planet we call Earth.
But it scares me too. How much control of everything do we actually have? Or is everything paved out already? So no matter what decisions we make, are they all going to point in the same direction? Like the London underground; there are lots of different journeys we can take to get to the same place.
Has fate already decided my path? Am I "destined" to follow one path? Does God have everything sorted? Or am I in the driver's seat? Or is it a bit of both? Who knows? If anybody reading this has a clue, please let me know in the wee comments box.
Shine a light on her
-Why are you still afraid of the dark?
-Because of the inherent lack of light.
That seems like a pretty good reason to me. Fear is a distressing emotion induced by a perceived threat. But we being afraid of the dark... it's not really the darkness we fear, is it? It's the thought of what could be lingering in the darkness. We're not afraid of the height, but of falling. Not of the small space, but of feeling trapped. Not of the spider, but of what it could do. Not of the clown, but of the idea of a man in make-up and costume. Not of water, but of drowning. Not of fire, but of being burned.
There are dangers everywhere, but does that mean we should live in fear? No. And we don't. But there are certain things that trigger the fear. But it's induced by a perceived threat. So half of the time, we're not really in danger.
But it's a horrible feeling, isn't it? Makes you feel powerless, weak. But there are different ways of relaxing and chilling yourself out. For some people, it's sticking your headphones in and blasting your music. For other's, it's imagining yourself in a nicer place. Other people just breathe slowly and deeply. But if you're ever afraid; you should know what works for you. Conquer your fears as soon as you can, otherwise, they'll become rooted deeper and deeper into your mind. If you overcome it now, then it'll be easier. It won't happen immediately, and goodness knows it won't be easy. But it feels pretty cool when you do. All you have to do to beat darkness is add a bit of light. A teeny weeny flame can brighten up a whole room.
-Because of the inherent lack of light.
That seems like a pretty good reason to me. Fear is a distressing emotion induced by a perceived threat. But we being afraid of the dark... it's not really the darkness we fear, is it? It's the thought of what could be lingering in the darkness. We're not afraid of the height, but of falling. Not of the small space, but of feeling trapped. Not of the spider, but of what it could do. Not of the clown, but of the idea of a man in make-up and costume. Not of water, but of drowning. Not of fire, but of being burned.
There are dangers everywhere, but does that mean we should live in fear? No. And we don't. But there are certain things that trigger the fear. But it's induced by a perceived threat. So half of the time, we're not really in danger.
But it's a horrible feeling, isn't it? Makes you feel powerless, weak. But there are different ways of relaxing and chilling yourself out. For some people, it's sticking your headphones in and blasting your music. For other's, it's imagining yourself in a nicer place. Other people just breathe slowly and deeply. But if you're ever afraid; you should know what works for you. Conquer your fears as soon as you can, otherwise, they'll become rooted deeper and deeper into your mind. If you overcome it now, then it'll be easier. It won't happen immediately, and goodness knows it won't be easy. But it feels pretty cool when you do. All you have to do to beat darkness is add a bit of light. A teeny weeny flame can brighten up a whole room.
7 weeks to go...
GCSE: General Certificate of Secondary Education: the basic level of a subject taken in school.
orrrrrrrrr, modern forms of torture designed to stress you out and take over your social life. But I'll let you decide on your preffered definition.
Exams are coming up, revision's getting intense, and my social life has gone down the toilet. There's so much pressure on students to work hard, succeed, sit A levels, go to university, then... be up to your neck in debt and end up working in a job you hate with a First Degree. There are no jobs about, but the pressure's still there. If anything, it's more intense now because there's even more pressure to be the best.
Don't get me wrong, being the best is a good thing, but you've got to be sure that being the best is what you want to do. Don't put yourself under more pressure than you need to be under; enjoy life. We spend 5 out of 7 days in school a week... that's a pretty long time to spend in school. We're there from we're 4 til we're 16 (at least), and while we have to do the work, we need to enjoy ourselves.
Although I said my social life is going down the toilet, I must admit that my parents have been pretty lenient. I'm allowed out on Friday and Saturday nights, as long as I study during the day times. And I'll be studying every evening. It better pay off! Currently going through the process of choosing A Level subjects, so I better get the chance to study them!
orrrrrrrrr, modern forms of torture designed to stress you out and take over your social life. But I'll let you decide on your preffered definition.
Exams are coming up, revision's getting intense, and my social life has gone down the toilet. There's so much pressure on students to work hard, succeed, sit A levels, go to university, then... be up to your neck in debt and end up working in a job you hate with a First Degree. There are no jobs about, but the pressure's still there. If anything, it's more intense now because there's even more pressure to be the best.
Don't get me wrong, being the best is a good thing, but you've got to be sure that being the best is what you want to do. Don't put yourself under more pressure than you need to be under; enjoy life. We spend 5 out of 7 days in school a week... that's a pretty long time to spend in school. We're there from we're 4 til we're 16 (at least), and while we have to do the work, we need to enjoy ourselves.
Although I said my social life is going down the toilet, I must admit that my parents have been pretty lenient. I'm allowed out on Friday and Saturday nights, as long as I study during the day times. And I'll be studying every evening. It better pay off! Currently going through the process of choosing A Level subjects, so I better get the chance to study them!
Tuesday 22 February 2011
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind? For me it happens all the time.
It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
It's amazing who you'll call when you need someone to talk to. I was chatting to a friend of mine last night & she was saying that people who she thought she'd drifted away from were always the ones who turned to her when they were in times of need. "I didn't know who else to turn to," is what they'd said. But yet, as soon as everything was fine and dandy again, they went off with their other friends.
Work out who your friends are, and stick with them. You shouldn't be wasting your time on people who you can't turn to when things get messy. What's the point? Surely it's better to spend your time with the people who give a shit about what happens to you, and who'll be there no matter what happens.
There will always be people that you have to mix with who you know aren't the true friends, but don't focus all of your efforts on them. Be nice, obviously, just don't run round after them. And don't assume that people will be there for you if you decide to clear off somewhere else. You can't just use people when you feel like it.
Since I've been in high school I've had different groups of friends; both inside and out of school. People grow apart, people change, shit happens. But at the minute I know the ones I can turn to and the ones I can't. I know whose tempers aren't to be tampered with, and I know whose patience stretches on forever. You get to know people, and sometimes that's not a good thing. People can show their true colours in all sorts of ways, and they're not always the colours we'd like to see. They can shock us, terrify us, make us smile, make us cry- but at least we're aware of them. Don't judge a book by its cover either... a big cheesy line thrown in there; but it's a good bit of advice.
Know who you're hanging around with. They're the people who you'll have the best of times with, they're the ones who'll influence you and your decisions, and they'll be the ones who'll help you pick up the pieces when things go boom.
I'm all alone
And I need you now
It's amazing who you'll call when you need someone to talk to. I was chatting to a friend of mine last night & she was saying that people who she thought she'd drifted away from were always the ones who turned to her when they were in times of need. "I didn't know who else to turn to," is what they'd said. But yet, as soon as everything was fine and dandy again, they went off with their other friends.
Work out who your friends are, and stick with them. You shouldn't be wasting your time on people who you can't turn to when things get messy. What's the point? Surely it's better to spend your time with the people who give a shit about what happens to you, and who'll be there no matter what happens.
There will always be people that you have to mix with who you know aren't the true friends, but don't focus all of your efforts on them. Be nice, obviously, just don't run round after them. And don't assume that people will be there for you if you decide to clear off somewhere else. You can't just use people when you feel like it.
Since I've been in high school I've had different groups of friends; both inside and out of school. People grow apart, people change, shit happens. But at the minute I know the ones I can turn to and the ones I can't. I know whose tempers aren't to be tampered with, and I know whose patience stretches on forever. You get to know people, and sometimes that's not a good thing. People can show their true colours in all sorts of ways, and they're not always the colours we'd like to see. They can shock us, terrify us, make us smile, make us cry- but at least we're aware of them. Don't judge a book by its cover either... a big cheesy line thrown in there; but it's a good bit of advice.
Know who you're hanging around with. They're the people who you'll have the best of times with, they're the ones who'll influence you and your decisions, and they'll be the ones who'll help you pick up the pieces when things go boom.
Tuesday 15 February 2011
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass?
So raise your glass if you are wrong,
In all the right ways,
All my underdogs,
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass,
Just come on and come on and raise your glass
Here's to life. Here's to loving it and to hating it. Here's to living and not just merely surviving. Here's to going through all the shit knowing that there'll be good times along the way.
In all the right ways,
All my underdogs,
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass,
Just come on and come on and raise your glass
- Here's to swallowing pride.
- Here's to taking the high road.
- Here's to being the better person.
- Here's to wising up.
- Here's to discovering who your real friends are.
- Here's to crying your heart out;
- Here's to laughing about it after.
- Here's to telling it how it is.
- Here's to cocking up royally.
- Here's to sitting up late because you can't be bothered to go to bed.
- Here's to being crushed by those around us;
- Here's to being built up by the ones around us who actually matter.
- Here's to seeing other peoples' flaws and telling them all about them;
- Here's to seeing your own and not doing anything.
- Here's to making silly mistakes;
- Here's to learning from them.
- Here's to laughing your socks off.
- Here's to worrying about the silly little things;
- Here's to the feeling of relief when you realise there was nothing to worry about.
- Here's to the people who actually matter.
- Here's to not appreciating what you've got until something goes wrong.
- Here's to feeling like a failure;
- Here's to feeling fantastic when you achieve something great.
- Here's to feeling hopeless;
- Here's to realising that you're not.
- Here's to doing stupid things;
- Here's to not regretting them.
- Here's to making a fool out of yourself;
- Here's to not giving a shit about it.
Here's to life. Here's to loving it and to hating it. Here's to living and not just merely surviving. Here's to going through all the shit knowing that there'll be good times along the way.
Monday 14 February 2011
Roses are red, violets are blue...
Happy Valentine's Day folks. Here is it again. Majorly commercial, and a bit like marmite. You either love it or hate it. I'm a bit indecisive. I love it and hate it. I love it when I have someone to share it with, and I hate it when I don't. A silly stance to have, but it's the one I take.
This year, I'm kinda hating it. I think it's a lovely idea, but why shouldn't we appreciate our loved ones the whole year round? They're always special, aren't they? Not just on February 14th.
So I've had a couple of hot dates today; one with my biology book, one with my blog, and one with the television. I'm a lucky girl, aren't I? It's a bit of a bummer to see all of the happy couples all cheerful and loved up, but I'm not sitting feeling sorry for myself.
One year I'll have a special someone to spend my Valentine's Day with, and it'll be great. I'm really not sure what opinion I'm trying to put across in this blog if I'm honest. I hate how commercial Valentine's Day has become. If you don't receive a card, flowers or a box of chocolate, then you're just not part of the whole shabang. If you don't get flowers, then you're clearly not loved. What? That is beyond stupid.
Everyone is loved, and you shouldn't need a bunch of flowers to believe that. So I'm happy enough doing my biology papers and rambling on to a non-existant reader of my blog. Have a nice day.
This year, I'm kinda hating it. I think it's a lovely idea, but why shouldn't we appreciate our loved ones the whole year round? They're always special, aren't they? Not just on February 14th.
So I've had a couple of hot dates today; one with my biology book, one with my blog, and one with the television. I'm a lucky girl, aren't I? It's a bit of a bummer to see all of the happy couples all cheerful and loved up, but I'm not sitting feeling sorry for myself.
One year I'll have a special someone to spend my Valentine's Day with, and it'll be great. I'm really not sure what opinion I'm trying to put across in this blog if I'm honest. I hate how commercial Valentine's Day has become. If you don't receive a card, flowers or a box of chocolate, then you're just not part of the whole shabang. If you don't get flowers, then you're clearly not loved. What? That is beyond stupid.
Everyone is loved, and you shouldn't need a bunch of flowers to believe that. So I'm happy enough doing my biology papers and rambling on to a non-existant reader of my blog. Have a nice day.
Once upon a time
"Stories. We all spend our lives telling them; about this, about that, about people. But some, some stories are so good that you wish they'd never end. They're so gripping that we'll go without sleep just to see a little bit more. Some stories bring us laughter & sometimes they bring us tears.But isnt that what a great story does; makes you feel? Stories that are so powerful, they really are with us forever."
Life's one big story. The story of us. And it's full of millions and millions of other stories which are constantly unwinding all around us. The whole world is one massive, intricate, beautiful, terrifying, magnificent, terrible, wonderful and exciting story. Millions and millions of people are carrying on in their lives as I type, and in years to come they will sit down and tell their story to their children, grandchildren, friends. They will look back on it and remember the good times and the bad, and recount everything that happened.
They will remember the friends they made, the people they loved, and the people who broke their heart. I want my story to be full of good times. I want to be able to say that I lived it to the full, and right now, that's not what I'm doing. I'm letting stupid things get to me, I'm stressing over things that won't matter in a year's time, and I'm living in a routine that just isn't very interesting.
So here's to spicing things up a bit. No more unnecessary freak-outs, no pretending to be who I'm not, and no more of this boring routine. I'm still going to go the places I usually go, but I'm going to enjoy myself!
It's not all going to be giggles, smiles and happy times, and there probably won't be a fairytale ending where I end up living happily ever after; but it'll be a story nonetheless. One full of love, happiness, smiles, heartbreak, tears, fears, success, failure and friendship. I'm excited.
Life's one big story. The story of us. And it's full of millions and millions of other stories which are constantly unwinding all around us. The whole world is one massive, intricate, beautiful, terrifying, magnificent, terrible, wonderful and exciting story. Millions and millions of people are carrying on in their lives as I type, and in years to come they will sit down and tell their story to their children, grandchildren, friends. They will look back on it and remember the good times and the bad, and recount everything that happened.
They will remember the friends they made, the people they loved, and the people who broke their heart. I want my story to be full of good times. I want to be able to say that I lived it to the full, and right now, that's not what I'm doing. I'm letting stupid things get to me, I'm stressing over things that won't matter in a year's time, and I'm living in a routine that just isn't very interesting.
So here's to spicing things up a bit. No more unnecessary freak-outs, no pretending to be who I'm not, and no more of this boring routine. I'm still going to go the places I usually go, but I'm going to enjoy myself!
It's not all going to be giggles, smiles and happy times, and there probably won't be a fairytale ending where I end up living happily ever after; but it'll be a story nonetheless. One full of love, happiness, smiles, heartbreak, tears, fears, success, failure and friendship. I'm excited.
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door
It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
It’s compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want
Wikipedia: To compromise is to make a deal where someone gives up part of, or all of its demand. In arguments, compromise is a concept of finding agreement through communication, through a mutual acceptance of terms—often involving variations from an original goal or desire.
Compromise. A funny thing, isn't it? You've got to be careful with it, too. There are tmes in life when we must compromise- we can't always get what we want. But we can't compromise what we believe is right.
There have been many times where I've stepped down during an argument and apologised for something that I know I haven't done... and it's bullshit. Why should I have let that person win? So now, when I'm being asked to apologise for something that I know I haven't done, I'm not compromising.
Sure, it means that an argument is being prolonged, but this time, the other person needs to realise that they're in the wrong and wise themselves up. They're being quite childish, and I've no time for that. Don't get me wrong, if the person steps down and admits to me that they're accusing me falsely, then my door is open to them.
So it's not rainbows & butterflies at the moment, but I know that I'm not compromising what I believe is right.
It’s compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want
Wikipedia: To compromise is to make a deal where someone gives up part of, or all of its demand. In arguments, compromise is a concept of finding agreement through communication, through a mutual acceptance of terms—often involving variations from an original goal or desire.
Compromise. A funny thing, isn't it? You've got to be careful with it, too. There are tmes in life when we must compromise- we can't always get what we want. But we can't compromise what we believe is right.
There have been many times where I've stepped down during an argument and apologised for something that I know I haven't done... and it's bullshit. Why should I have let that person win? So now, when I'm being asked to apologise for something that I know I haven't done, I'm not compromising.
Sure, it means that an argument is being prolonged, but this time, the other person needs to realise that they're in the wrong and wise themselves up. They're being quite childish, and I've no time for that. Don't get me wrong, if the person steps down and admits to me that they're accusing me falsely, then my door is open to them.
So it's not rainbows & butterflies at the moment, but I know that I'm not compromising what I believe is right.
Sunday 13 February 2011
birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head
Well the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the trees
All the broken bits that make you trip up and grassy bits inbetween
All the matter in the world
Is how much i like you
Wikipedia: "Friendship is the cooperative and supportive relationship between people, or animals. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, affection, and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis"
Friends are cool things, and we take them for granted WAY too often. We just assume they'll be there, and I guess they will, but life's a funny thing. It can take anyone away in the blink of an eye, and we've gotta realise that our loved ones might not always be there. Sure, they'll drive us mad at times, and we often feel like we could throttle them- but they're the ones who put up with us when we drive them mad. Other people would just walk away or give us a swift blow to the face.
My friends are great, and their greatness is further ephasised by the shit they've put up with from me. I'm pretty good at messing things up, and they've told me to wise up when I've needed it and I really appreciate it. They're amazing, and I should really tell them more often, but knowing them they'd be like "Of course I'm amazing, tell me something I don't know," or "Haha, shut up." They make me act crazy, but they keep me sane.
Appreciate what you've got, you might not have it forever.
And the leaves in the trees
All the broken bits that make you trip up and grassy bits inbetween
All the matter in the world
Is how much i like you
Wikipedia: "Friendship is the cooperative and supportive relationship between people, or animals. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, affection, and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis"
Friends are cool things, and we take them for granted WAY too often. We just assume they'll be there, and I guess they will, but life's a funny thing. It can take anyone away in the blink of an eye, and we've gotta realise that our loved ones might not always be there. Sure, they'll drive us mad at times, and we often feel like we could throttle them- but they're the ones who put up with us when we drive them mad. Other people would just walk away or give us a swift blow to the face.
My friends are great, and their greatness is further ephasised by the shit they've put up with from me. I'm pretty good at messing things up, and they've told me to wise up when I've needed it and I really appreciate it. They're amazing, and I should really tell them more often, but knowing them they'd be like "Of course I'm amazing, tell me something I don't know," or "Haha, shut up." They make me act crazy, but they keep me sane.
Appreciate what you've got, you might not have it forever.
I think I need a sunrise
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name
Oh to have the freedom to be able to just jump on a plane and go somewhere else. Just to start off somewhere different, like a new start. There's so much out there, and yet we spend most of our lives in the same place.
But that one place is home. It's where we grow up, feel comfortable, and have our loved ones around us. If we pick up and leave all of that, then what do we have? Freedom, yes, but we've also got to start from scratch. We're completely alone in a brand new place- that seems pretty scary to me.
I'd love to travel, I think it'd be amazing to see some of this massive world that we live in, but I want to know that I've always got somewhere to return to that I can call home.
Where I'd go
And if you want to change- then change! (hopefully for the better though). Don't worry about people saying that you're being something you're not; chances are, if you're wanting to change it's because you've been being something you're not for a very long time- and where's the fun in that? Again, it's your life, so be who you want to be. Don't waste it being something you're not, just to keep those around you happy. Mix things up a bit.
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name
Oh to have the freedom to be able to just jump on a plane and go somewhere else. Just to start off somewhere different, like a new start. There's so much out there, and yet we spend most of our lives in the same place.
But that one place is home. It's where we grow up, feel comfortable, and have our loved ones around us. If we pick up and leave all of that, then what do we have? Freedom, yes, but we've also got to start from scratch. We're completely alone in a brand new place- that seems pretty scary to me.
I'd love to travel, I think it'd be amazing to see some of this massive world that we live in, but I want to know that I've always got somewhere to return to that I can call home.
Where I'd go
- Paris
- Australia
- Texas
- Japan
London
And if you want to change- then change! (hopefully for the better though). Don't worry about people saying that you're being something you're not; chances are, if you're wanting to change it's because you've been being something you're not for a very long time- and where's the fun in that? Again, it's your life, so be who you want to be. Don't waste it being something you're not, just to keep those around you happy. Mix things up a bit.
Saturday 12 February 2011
But too many times I've been risking my life making decisions while trying to be nice
It's time for a change, It's time for a move,
And I know that it's frightening but it's also exciting
I'm taking a risk that I know is worth fighting
Its better
To make your mistakes than to live with out knowing
Its better to fall on your face then to stay on your feet
Ahh, Greg Holden- I am rather fond of you. Beautiful voice and beautiful lyrics. This one, The Art of Falling, definitely has to be one of my favourites though.
Change is a pretty scary thing, and it's constant. It's absolutely everywhere and we have no control over it. I don't know about you, but it terrifies me. But so many good things come out of it in the longrun. The decisions we make are scary biccies, and we never know exactly what the outcome's going to be; but we can always find a positive somewhere.
I'm also a firm believer in taking risks. You gotta be in it to win it, as those cheesey presenters say on those stupid gameshows at about 3am. But it's another cheesey one that can be applied to everyday life. It's better to take the risk and make the mistakes and face the consequences than to live out the rest of your life wondering "What if?"
I don't want to be one of those people who lives their whole life by the book. Is there even a book? Because if there is, I didn't get my copy. An instruction manual would go a long way, actually. But there's this general idea of how life should be. You're born, you grow up, you go to school, you do exams, you go to work, you have a family, you grow old and die. And somewhere in the middle of that, you have to make sure you don't get into any trouble. But why!? Why not have a little fun? (I'm not talking about extremes here- don't wanna wind up in prison). But enjoy yourself. Make mistakes & learn from them. They prepare us for later life, or so I've heard.
And I know that it's frightening but it's also exciting
I'm taking a risk that I know is worth fighting
Its better
To make your mistakes than to live with out knowing
Its better to fall on your face then to stay on your feet
Ahh, Greg Holden- I am rather fond of you. Beautiful voice and beautiful lyrics. This one, The Art of Falling, definitely has to be one of my favourites though.
Change is a pretty scary thing, and it's constant. It's absolutely everywhere and we have no control over it. I don't know about you, but it terrifies me. But so many good things come out of it in the longrun. The decisions we make are scary biccies, and we never know exactly what the outcome's going to be; but we can always find a positive somewhere.
I'm also a firm believer in taking risks. You gotta be in it to win it, as those cheesey presenters say on those stupid gameshows at about 3am. But it's another cheesey one that can be applied to everyday life. It's better to take the risk and make the mistakes and face the consequences than to live out the rest of your life wondering "What if?"
I don't want to be one of those people who lives their whole life by the book. Is there even a book? Because if there is, I didn't get my copy. An instruction manual would go a long way, actually. But there's this general idea of how life should be. You're born, you grow up, you go to school, you do exams, you go to work, you have a family, you grow old and die. And somewhere in the middle of that, you have to make sure you don't get into any trouble. But why!? Why not have a little fun? (I'm not talking about extremes here- don't wanna wind up in prison). But enjoy yourself. Make mistakes & learn from them. They prepare us for later life, or so I've heard.
text messages, youtube and a big lump of cheese
Of all of the things I carry
And all of the things I know
I know that I will be loved
No matter where I go
And all of the things I know
I know that I will be loved
No matter where I go
*Warning. Cheese Factor*
Got a nice wee text today telling me that I'm not worth shit. Pleasant, yes? I thought so too. Gotta love "friends". But later on in the evening having felt completely crap all day, my friend Bethany let me listen to a song written by Meghan Tonjes called This Year (definitely worth the listen). So the verse I've written above really caught my attention & I just thought to myself: I'm not worthless. There are people to love me, even if the person who sent me the text doesn't. And no matter where you are, someone in the world loves you.
So don't listen to those scumbags who try to make you feel like shit, you're you. Like, human life is amazing (don't worry, there'll be no God rant here). There have been billions of people living on earth and not one of them has been exactly the same as another. There's an endless amount of DNA combinations (I'm no scientist, so please correct me if i'm wrong), and it completely blows my mind. I love it.
Don't get me wrong, life can be a complete ball of crap at times, and it melts my head; but there are so many mind-blowing things in the world and there are many good times to be had. Just gotta get out there and enjoy it.
But yes, the point of the blog- nobody's worthless, and nobody has the right to make you feel as if you are.
Whisper
Why when we do our darkest deeds
Do we tell?
They burn in our brains
Become a living hell
Cause everyone tells
Everyone tells…
You've gotta be careful what you tell people, and who you tell it to. Secrets are strange things, aren't they? They don't remain secrets for very long, because we can never keep them to ourselves; we just have to tell somebody close to us.
But how well do we really know those who are close to us? How do we know that when things get rough the people we once trusted won't tell? Even the thought of someone telling my secrets makes me feel ill with worry, and keeping things to myself is a lesson I've had to learn the hard way. I'm not saying that you should bottle everything up, because that just makes you burst, but I just think that we should be selective in who we tell things to.
OR if you're really sneaky, make sure you've got something on that person (not that a friendship should be this way, but if you've let something slip to someone you shouldn't have, then you gotta cover your back). That way, they'll think twice about spilling the beans on you.
Also, secrets are a part of us, so if they do get out into the open; don't automatically deny it. Those who really care about you won't care what you've done in the past- they love you for you; and that's a true friend. It might even feel better having it off your chest & having someone to talk to about it.
Our darkest secrets can make our lives hell, so I think everyone should have someone to confide in. If not, then write it down or something. There's no point in letting the things of the past ruin your future.
Do we tell?
They burn in our brains
Become a living hell
Cause everyone tells
Everyone tells…
You've gotta be careful what you tell people, and who you tell it to. Secrets are strange things, aren't they? They don't remain secrets for very long, because we can never keep them to ourselves; we just have to tell somebody close to us.
But how well do we really know those who are close to us? How do we know that when things get rough the people we once trusted won't tell? Even the thought of someone telling my secrets makes me feel ill with worry, and keeping things to myself is a lesson I've had to learn the hard way. I'm not saying that you should bottle everything up, because that just makes you burst, but I just think that we should be selective in who we tell things to.
OR if you're really sneaky, make sure you've got something on that person (not that a friendship should be this way, but if you've let something slip to someone you shouldn't have, then you gotta cover your back). That way, they'll think twice about spilling the beans on you.
Also, secrets are a part of us, so if they do get out into the open; don't automatically deny it. Those who really care about you won't care what you've done in the past- they love you for you; and that's a true friend. It might even feel better having it off your chest & having someone to talk to about it.
Our darkest secrets can make our lives hell, so I think everyone should have someone to confide in. If not, then write it down or something. There's no point in letting the things of the past ruin your future.
U + Ur Hand
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Not sure how many of you have been in the same situation that I'm in at the moment, but I'm hoping there's a few. Otherwise, this blog's a bit pointless.
So basically, I've been having a "thing" with a friend of mine for a good wee while now, like friends with benefits. It was fun at first, exciting even, but every time he got a new girlfriend I was left at the side. Jealous? I guess so. But then as soon as the girlfriend disappears he suddenly shows an interest in me again. It's been going on for about a year now, and it's driving me mad! I'm sure if you're reading this you're thinking that I'm a stupid little girl, but maybe I am.
I've always been a fan of Pink's, but had never heard this song (U + Ur Hand), and when I heard it I actually laughed out loud. It's so relevant. I've allowed myself to be used, and I'm worth more than that- everyone is. I doubt there'll be anyone reading this, but if there is; I hope it's someone who knows what I'm trying to get at. Nobody should allow themselves to be used, especially by a guy who thinks you're there for his entertainment. Show him who's boss & wait for someone who's gonna treat you how you deserve to be treated.
And as for the guy who was messing me about? It's just him and his hand tonight.
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Not sure how many of you have been in the same situation that I'm in at the moment, but I'm hoping there's a few. Otherwise, this blog's a bit pointless.
So basically, I've been having a "thing" with a friend of mine for a good wee while now, like friends with benefits. It was fun at first, exciting even, but every time he got a new girlfriend I was left at the side. Jealous? I guess so. But then as soon as the girlfriend disappears he suddenly shows an interest in me again. It's been going on for about a year now, and it's driving me mad! I'm sure if you're reading this you're thinking that I'm a stupid little girl, but maybe I am.
I've always been a fan of Pink's, but had never heard this song (U + Ur Hand), and when I heard it I actually laughed out loud. It's so relevant. I've allowed myself to be used, and I'm worth more than that- everyone is. I doubt there'll be anyone reading this, but if there is; I hope it's someone who knows what I'm trying to get at. Nobody should allow themselves to be used, especially by a guy who thinks you're there for his entertainment. Show him who's boss & wait for someone who's gonna treat you how you deserve to be treated.
And as for the guy who was messing me about? It's just him and his hand tonight.
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