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Today’s lesson: There’s always reward in taking initiative. Find a need, fill it. If you can you use what you have to help someone, do it.
personal quoteI have come to believe, that coming true is not the only purpose of a dream. Its most important purpose, is to get us in touch where dreams come from, where passion comes from, where happiness comes from, even a shattered dream can do that for you.
Lisa BuEach morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it
Groucho MarxA man that walks in darkness will forever remain a boy.
UnknownAll you can do in life, is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all”-
Rita Mae Browni’ll take the positive and not so positive adjectives about me in stride.
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The incomparable Leonie Forbes, met her on Friday night after seeing ‘The Vagina Monologues’
Back in 2006, at 16, and I just started sixth form, I met a pretty girl and I wrote a poem. Here goes..
I hate when our eyes met
I ignored what I felt,
I hate that when I heard your name
My icebox began to melt
I hate it when you said
“I really hate his guts”
I hate that I chose cupid’s arrow
to follow my boyish lusts
I hate when you call me names
and you thought they hurt me
I hate that they were like honey
And I’m the hopeless bee
I hate it when you’re too far
I hate it when you’re too close
I hate that when I try to forget you
My brain thinks about you the most
I hate that I wrote this at 2:00 am
Not sure if I should tell you what’s going on
I hate that everytime I see your face
My heart plays a song
I hate that I long to hold you
So you can feel the warmth in my heart
I hate that only time & space
keeps us apart
I hate that I called at 11:15 last night…you answered
But the credit never lasts…
I hated it when I saw you cry that day
The first tear made my heart beat fast
I hate that I long to be your knight
The one who comes to your rescue
I hate that I long to sneak up from behind
And whisper ‘hey, you’
I hate what you’re doing to me
You’re just like a pill
I took to get better
Instead it made me ill
I hate that you’re ambitious, beautiful, cool, daring
I hate that you’re everything a girl needs to be
I hate that when you have those ‘emotional, feisty, girl-days’
You still found time for me
I hate that my weird, confusing ways
can make anyone lose it (it’s true)
I hate that you can see past all that
I hate how much I love you…
In retrospect, I still can’t believe I wrote this. Right now, at 22, it sounds sappy & pathetic. But back then, when I believed in true love and having ‘the one’ it meant something. I’ve grown since then, had a first relationship (not the girl in the aforementioned poem) got hurt by it & let it go . So now I’m focusing all my time on me. But I’ll keep trying till I get it right.
P.S. I showed her the poem about 3 years ago, she smiled & we had a good talk about it (5 hours) Turns out she loves me too (in the friend zone way), that’s fine. As long as she knows how I feel :)
Gave blood today, I’ve been doing it every year since September 2008. I don’t particularly like the needles they use though. I squirm every time it goes in, feels as if they’re twisting it in. But I’ll do it. It’s for a good cause. This was the 8th time I’ve given and I won’t stop until I can’t give any more
