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Friday, January 22, 2010

i'm so sick of this shit.
Its been happening too often and it just keeps getting out of hand.
Wake up and smell the air. Its not always going to be the scent of roses and freshly cut grass. There are going to be times where someone farts in the air and its going to STINK!

Jesus! There's enough problems for us to be worrying about shit like this!
Sighs.

and to YOU.
I think you just take me for an idiot and I just keep letting myself be that idiot and I dont know why!

Monday, January 18, 2010

I missing alot people now and I'm wishing I was else where rather than where I am now.

I've come to a realization recently, that I have nothing against the course i'm doing. I actually do enjoy cracking my head over this kind of stuff but its my environment thats just not making it right for me. I started off my 1st semester horrible and hoped to end my semester 2 well only to have struggled AGAIN. Although it isnt as bad as my first sem because this people are better! There goes me ending this second year in poly again with horrid grades. Year 3 is my only hope!

Sighs

I missed Erika alot today ):

I cant wait to meet her and just squeeze every ounce of juice out of her!

Alot of things have been happening. We'll just let nature take its course!

Bless this house oh God I pray! Keep us safe by night and day!

Friday, January 15, 2010

I'm stronger than that.

Gave me the world to take it all away.



Monday, January 11, 2010

I've been blessed so far. thank God i didnt skip.

Dear God I pray let it go well today,
I've gone through enough I'm totally tired.

spare me this once and let it be good. Ive got enough on my head I dont want to add more.

I've disappointed them enough, I dont wish to anymore.

Dear God I pray please let it be good today!

LOVES!


Sunday, January 10, 2010

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. ~Honoré de Balzac


BullShit!


Friday, January 08, 2010

When you're so down and you look through your contact list in search for someone
to talk to and you realise there's no one.

So what if you have 100+ contacts in your
phonebook/MSN/Facebook and there is no one there when you need them most.

So many things inside.

I feel like walking down the streets and randomly pulling
someone to accompany me for coffee so that I can just yadda yadda away.

Im so saturated Im afraid I might suddenly collapse from a heavy heart.

I'm sorry to be negative in my first post of the year but I've been waiting so long.

Somehow this horrid place I call home is the only thing I find comfort in.

I could just do anything and be anyone.

Its the one thing I always look forward to when Im out admist people I dont belong with.

Home is where the heart is.

The comfort of seeing my toothless grandfather ( who wears dentures) grinning
whenever he sees us just gets the heart all itchy.

Though I complain of boredom when Im over at his's, its one place so filled with love, that all I want to do all day is snuggle up beside him
and just scratch his back for him, cut his toe nails, moisturize
his leg anything at all because all you feel is
L-O-V-E.

The feeling of acceptance regardless of race, size, intelligence or weatlh.

Its time like this I miss that old man of mine.
I should go see him soon.

Give him a BIG FAT HUG and squeeze every ounce of juice out of him.

I'm so sick and tired of feeling sick and tired!

Theres no head or tail in this post but heck! what gives!

Oh and

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
we're going into our 6th year of blogging (: