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.Thursday, July 23, 2009 ' 11:24 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.

A broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.
Psalm 51:17


yes yes yessss! will you look at that! that - being me. cos i like, came out of my piano exaaaaam unscathed. *looks down to doublecheck*
HELLLLL YESSS!- what was i thinking; really? that i'd get blown to bits? i don't think so.
i feel hysterically happy right now. and upset at the same time. is it possible? discuss.
haha; sorry- sounds abit like a cranky history/geog/la essay, does it not?
anyhoohs, my pooooint is; i got this awesomely nice guy as my examiner. like, nice x hundreds of hundreds. ((: a bit like Santa Claus :D oh dearree me; i aaaaadore santa and xmas! O__O
so yeah; i tell you i was positively shakin' with fear before the exam; as well as some other side effects of fear that i am not gonna type here. and whatever is goin' through your mind now; is probably wrrroooong! :X
so yeah; he was soooooo nice :D so when i went in; the fearrrr totally poofed! woohoo! (: that; and the result of non-stop praying (: i know; i had tons of people praying hard for me today- like my mommie and stuff(:
okay. here's the upset bit- i'm serious. now know that this hurts/me/so/much/to/actually/see/it/being/written/in/words. *mmmmghghf*
okay. now that the strangled, muffled cry is over; i can continue.
dangaye; it's over! piano lessons! bloooooody helll. now you must know, i thought i'd be ecstatic to finish up my grade 8 and be done with exams and exam pieces and well; all things examination-wise.
but who'd knew.
i'm moping in half-hearted misery now. so whut does this mean for me- no more piano lessons at 5 every saturday? the routine i've been doing for the past 7 years?? no more miserable exams, exam pieces and well; all things examination-wise? i can't believe i;m actually saying this; but-
i'm gooooonna miss all those! O__O
like, i feel sorta empty& hollow now. oh! oh ohhhh oh hey! O: but i'm still playin' hymns and stuff for church- so hey! that actually evens everything out O: like, i will continue playing because i have a purpose! (: this is so cooooool- i started out the post with questions and dipshits; and now i have a solution. sorta. so okayy. but i'm wondering; if another dude; let's call him Poob. so Poob the Another Dude sits for his grade 8 like moi; when he's fourteen. and he doesnt play hymns and what not for churchie. so? what does Poob the Another Dude do now?! if he has a schedule like a normal-ish student, chances are he will hardly even glance at the piano; much less touch it.
uhhuh? so Poob the Another Dude would have learnt this painstakingly for 7-8 years ++ only to..stop after he's done? b/cos he's underage and unable to teach?
hmm.
well! who cares? nope. not me. that's Poob the Another Dude's probbie. let him sort his life up himself. alrighty. this is more of a celebratory post; i'll say. because i've been practising those songs for about a year and never agaaaaain! wooooooh!
now i just hope the very, very nice examiner will gimme a very, very nice grade.
pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!
be polite right? you'll never know what can happen in cyberspace- he might just so stumble onto my blog.
but you know; just sayin'.
oh and just so you know; singin' songs on tagboards with complete strangers are surprisingly fun(: maybe after heytheredeliah, we could do 1,2,3,4. all for plain white t's classics :D
ohkayish;
pop champagne, people! live the life!
XO's!



oh baby, there's no me without you.


how do you love someone;
How do you love someone, without getting hurt,
How do you love someone without crawling in the dirt
So far in my life clouds have blocked the sun
How do you love,
How do you love someone
How do you love,
How do you love someone

I was always a chosen child,
The biggest scandal I became,
They told me I’d never survive,
But survival's my middle name

I’ve walked alone, hoping, just barely coping,
Getting it on, getting it wrong .
----


i got guilty pleasure. hey-ho.







WHO, ME?;
GINA
15

hullo,
most days, there isn't a rain cloud.
really.
i dissect myself here, sometimes.
and i usually do strange things to my correction tapes.
i would be fulfilling all my childhood dreams now,
if i hadn't forgotten all of them.
i'm afraid of many, many things
but i'm not afraid to be afraid of them.
i have a nose, a mouth and two eyes.
but of course, this is the internet.
i could be an anorexic penguin or something and nobody would even know.

take everything with a pinch of salt
(and a slight dash of sugar).




!SCREAM OUT.Y

yada yada yada. oncemore.


WHO, ME?Y

hello nice to meet you too :D


ooh; funky.

` i am sweet &and sour fourteen. and i want to be twentyone. but im okay with fourteen too.sorta.(:

` singlicious(: but unavailable. ><

` RSSIAN ;SIXONE07 .DHS.TWOIDYLLA.

` i don't post often unless i'm on a roll. but you didnt have to know that

` i moodswing like any other girl; but my moodswings are really, swinging.

` i love ferb. and oliver james. and channing tatum. one has green hair; the other two don't. O:

` my future is ZOMG™. or at least i seriously hope so.

` somethin' bout me-i absolutely adore chickflicks& chicklits.
those who don't believe in love&happyendings can go boil their tawny little heads.

` i hate posting about my day.

` i hate (too) posting about trips in day one, day two, day three formats.

` i secretly want a pure breed pony like any other girl. sorta.

` i love lists/listing. except when it comes to life. unpredictable is my middle name. among many others.

` i hate waiting in line.

` i love it when my turn in the line comes. especially if i'm buying food.

` chocolate is my middle name, my life and my substitube for just about anything. no shit.

` candy is mediocre. sweet stuff and what not. (chocolate doesnt count as candy.)

` next year i'll be fifteen. taylor swift sang about that before. O:

` when i'm sixteeeen, i can swipe my card at the dudes infront of the theater for nc16 shows(: sweet!

` i hate watching movies online but i do it anyway. desperation drives a girl forth.

` gachk. i'm not usually that desperate. it must be some good show, hunh.

` smileys are an absolutely must. and they do not count as punctuation sheesh.

` tiaras and toppings- a must if i ever become royal.

` i am. kinda. teehees.

` writing is my middle name. creative arts and what nots.

` colours maketh a woman so if you have a thing against them, steer clear!

` tatty teddy's aweseomly cute. all abandoned bears should end up like him.

` i don't have a favourite colour; unless pen-colour determines so; pink&purple wins hands down

` someday i will fall in love. do not laugh; it is very unfunny.

` and yes, i often burst out into song.

` i bounce around alot; gravity can't keep me dooooown!

` the pen is invariably mightier than the sword.

` i habour the ability to blast your brains over the floor but i practice regular self control.
most of the times.

` i am not-so-secretly in love with whipped cream. i lick that stuff when no one is looking/ infront of the whole world. who gives a shit, really?

` i love the way you blend dairy products and chocolate bits and cream into awesome double chocolate frappes.

` i crave for doublecheese burgers once every week. at situated times.

` i am a romance writer in the making. sorta.
for those who don't believe in love- i hope you fall head over heels one day and i'll be there to say 'i told you so.' *snarl*

` happyendings are usually overrated.
but not entirely impossible.

` a perfect guy, on the other hand; drat what are the odds?

` with music, comes dancing. or at least embarrasing, futile attempts that will not see the light of day(:

` with dancing, comes crazy, bubbled up giggling. but pretend i didnt say anything.

` i feel woozy and slurred after i pop small triangular pink pills. just so you know.

` maybe i'll even go blond someday.

` sometimes my life is a bad sitcom. mismatched ironies; cliches and what nots.

` i don't drink cooler/bottled mineral water unless absolutely necessary.

` i devour books. and i'm never truly full.

` correction tapes too. there never seem to be enough for me graah.

` i have a thing for skinnyties(:

` i love anything in mini/bite-sized; most of the times.

` i find myself subconsciously owning a heckload of red objects. heaven knows why O:

` i adore late night talks with special people.

` i honestly can't give good advice and everything i predict screws up/ doesn't come true. you have been warned.

` i love walking&talking. long dreamy stretches that edge on forever.

` i can't stand cryptic people but i love being cryptic.

well,
i dance in the shower and sing in the rain; i twirl around people and run towards food; fall head over heels for anything particularly cute with a smart mouth; and eat hotdog buns before the actual hotdogs. i have an overactive imagination and crazy action-packed dreams.
i hate using umbrellas and got tangled up in a disposible raincoat once.
my spelling is screwed up.
cucumbers and celery are exceptionally unappealing.
i never wanted to be a disney princess when i was young. still don't.
when i'm crazy about somethin' i go all out.
i'm only organized for certain things.
i will absolutely not tell you who the posters in my room are of.
i have a thing against floral prints
i do alot of nuts& bolts when i'm alone(:
i'm abit freaked by cats.
i have a thing for ribbons;
piano is my other profession.
i have a thing for black.
i eat tomatoes& apples whole& raw.
i can't recite the alphabet backwards since i'm struggling with forward already.
i'm half-nocturnal. sometimes full.
i love doodling. it's my part-time occupation.
daydreaming would be the full-time one.
i can't ever remember my dreams at all and half the time it annoys the shyt out of me.
i can't learn languages. seriously.
i get into heated arguments/ name-calling with the voice in my head. usually cranky snapping on my part :X
i cannot watch horror films. so sue me.
i love tracing paper and sketchy markers.
i am not quite so fragile-.-
there are two sides of me; the other only some has seen(:
i am truly not all glitter and rainbows.
i am a sucker for romance and what nots.
my evil twin runs loose somewhere.
so whatever it is; it's probably her fault.
i am me.
i'm kinda side to side. fickle and cranky one hour; happy and intoxicated the next.
the weight of the world is never on my shoulders.
it doesn't take much to blow me away;
but it takes a lifetime to comprehend me.
even for myself.
;/ especially for myself.
` i do alot of crazy shit.


but you know; it's a phrase. we'll grow out of it, they say. it'll pass eventually and they will all grow up, people say. but,.
a phrase? maybe.
what if these are the best part of our lives?
people come and go and be judgmental about a lot of things; but it's not a phrase, this time.
it's just me and you.
against the world.
life is so very short and should be wasted on chocolate and good books.
sing in the shower
and dance in the rain.
occasionally;
break the rules and bring down the house!
ohyes, we rule the world; phrase or not.

this ain't entirely a phrase; this is just us.
who we are.
may the memories never end.
not in this lifetime.
or the next.



FOR TEENAGERS WHO WILL LIVE ON AND ON!
>toast<
` and yes; we're forever

DOORWAY TO NARNIA;Y

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