Saturday, June 20, 2009
hiatus.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
it's finally the day...
tomorrow. do or die. may day. i'm going to somehow, someway be able to have some sort of communication with him. even though i'm going on a field trip, in which he will not be attending, i will get my friend to give him my email.
pretty low, ain't it?
but i don't care. exactly one month from today and school is over. which could mean that i will never see his virile face again. even though i've waited a good 2 years to talk to this fellow, i feel that i can't take it anymore. seeing him around, and never striking up a 'hey, how do you do?' [in the most awkward way possible, obviously]. i feel that i'm now ready to do something about this petty little crush.
i'm definitely preparing myself for the worst, though. because, how odd would that be? someone's friend coming up to you, who you've never talked to before, giving you your "admirer's" email. i doubt he'll even add me, but i'm willing to deal with that consequence. as long as i know that i'm putting myself out there. the uncertainty is just giving me an adrenaline rush right now. at least i won't have to live in regret with all the "woulda, coulda, shoulda's" that would harvest in my mind.
tying my heart on a bird's foot, setting it free of captivity, and hoping that the addressee would read and return this precarious heart. that's all i'm asking for.
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Labels: random
Saturday, May 9, 2009
transatlanticism
This world is too big.
Too vast.
Too unknown.
Too unknowable.
Millions of strangers,
All bearing untold burdens.
Countless tales of distrust,
Infinite stories of betrayal,
Measureless accounts of deceit;
Their biographies never heard.
Ideas upon ambitions,
Goals upon destinations,
Never uttered, never attained.
Merely executed, as they all evaporate.
Due to old age..
Mostly neglect.
Knowledge we could have known,
People we could have met,
Wasted.
Only tangible things exist,
Only what we know to be true,
Nothing questioned.
Nothing explored.
Nothing is everything we don't know.
Ignorance found blissful,
Unconsciousness found acceptable.
Not knowing what is,
knowing what isn't.
This life is too short.
Too abbreviated,
Too condensed,
Too condensable.
Open your eyes,
For they have been blind to the beauty of forms left unmade.
Motivate your ears,
For they have been deaf to the sounds of words left unsaid.
Mobilize your mouth,
For it has said nothing to the strangers left unadvised.
Prompt your mind,
For it has encapsulated thoughts from this world left unarmed.
This world is too big,
This life is too short.
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Labels: creativity
Friday, May 8, 2009
shuttles, spaceships, satellites
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Labels: random
Friday, April 24, 2009
things i would like to contradict
Okay, so I pretty much hate it when people make up things like
'Girls love it when guys smell and play with their hair...'
or
'We flip our hair to make guys notice us.'
(Okay, my examples suck. But you get the point, don't you? No? Not my fault.)
These are some more things that I found from some group on facebook, and I decided to write this, because once again, I am bored out of my mind.
"We always need to hear we're beautiful"
No. Just... no. Not ALWAYS. It's nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful, but you don't always need to hear it, ya vain betch.
"It's every girls dream to have a guy call her at 3AM just to tell her 'I love you'"
Umm... I guess it's a sweet gesture, but could you possibly pick a better time to call? Because at 3 AM, I'm probably sleeping and would rip your head off if you interrupted my sleep. kthxbai.
"We spend too much time thinking about things that will never happen and dressing up for the boy that will never care."
Oh, really? I dress according to the weather and the occasion.
"I tell you I love you hoping to hear it back, but when you don't tell me, it makes me want to die because without you, I am ALONE!"
Oh man, I'm glad this whole "I love you" business came up. Listen, if you've only been going out for a while, you shouldn't be saying that. Wanna hear the truth? Most of the time, it's not LOVE. That word is used so loosely nowadays...
"We'd go 400 miles to pick up your dirty laundry hoping you'd do the same."
... Maybe... as long as they didn't soil their underwear. Hopefully it's not crusty at all.
"We look at other couples & our hearts weaken with disappointment and wonder what the hell we did wrong."
Meh... sometimes? But if the other couples I see are making out, I'm out of there in a second. NOT because my 'heart weakens with disappointment', but because I don't fancy seeing them swapping spit.
"Sometimes, we just hate to see other people happy."
How cruel.
"When we walk away and tell you not to follow, we are screaming on the inside for you to just chase us."
Holy shit, you want stalkers!
"I talked louder and laughed harder just to get you to look my way."
Desperate, maybe? Come on, if they liked you, you wouldn't have to do all of that. Besides, you'll look like a complete psycho.
"Some things you can't see with your eyes, only with your heart."
Oh sorry, my heart must need glasses... contacts... a monocle... something.
"I took a little extra time in the morning to make sure I looked perfect for you"
Nope. I woke up five minutes late, sat up and fell asleep in that position for five minutes more, showered, got dressed, (but forgot to brush my hair so I did it in school.), ate, brushed my teeth, and practically fell on my face trying to get to school on time.
"We want you to hold our hand. It makes us feel special and safe"
Maybe... But my hands are usually cold, and get even colder when I'm nervous... So please, DON'T hold my hand. I might freeze you by accident.
"Don't just say 'I love you' when we are fighting. Sure it makes us feel good, but don't use that to get out of trouble."
"YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!"
"I HATE YOU!"
"SKANK!"
"DOUCHEBAG!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
WHAT!?
"Once you make us laugh when we think there's nothing to worth smiling about... you're stuck with us for good"
Slightly creepy.
"When another girl texts you, calls you, or even talks to you we are waiting for the second alone to check this person out and see what reason they have to be talking to you, because you're mine and that's all i want you to be."
No! It's not a healthy relationship if you feel the need to check on them everytime someone of the opposite sex tries to communicate with them. Learn how to trust.
"When you're with your friends, show us off and make us feel important."
Okay, you wanna be shown off and displayed like a trophy? Ha.
"Love is a game meant for two. Only two."
It shoudn't even be a game.
"Even though we say we're fine with you having friends that are girls it's not always true."
Shit, join some sort of support group! You need to learn how to trust people. My god.
And I'm done.
Posted by krystinadee at 11:05 PM 2 comments
Labels: rants
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
if only i could explain
If only I could explain the truths of this world, the messed up meanings of utter significance and the facts in which life itself throws so unexpectedly into our hearts. How can we live and love, learn and grow, when so many setbacks threaten to push us down, stomp our fire out and watch as we crumbled under our own weight?
And if this is true, how can we dream, when dreams but only lead to death itself for death is the only ending, the place in which we will all succumb to one day more. Oh the bitter irony it feels to me, the twisted fate that we all must find ourselves ever working towards. When one must live, so must one die, but when one dies, others find no more will to live.
Hardships happen and those may put a notch in our lives, but when death happens, when its irresistable call pulls us all away, one by one, there is more then just a notch thrown. More then just an insignificant event.
No, when death is evident, life itself stops. The tears of bitter reality, and the truths behind untold words make life itself one less place to feel home. One by one we perish. One by one we watch as each one of us falls from grace and leaves this world for something... or maybe nothing. Maybe death itself is but a word to describe the nothingness in which we feel the moment someone slips through our grasps.
All I know, all I could possibly tell you is that this life, this one heart that beats within my breast, the one dream in which carries itself is the one thing that pushes me forwards when death's call pulls another away.
Respect the dead, but go on living, no matter the pain, the suffering, the heartache. Never falter, always hold your head high, and never let go.
Dedicated to: Grant Smith, Mrs Crane, and Mr.Mahler...
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3 deaths in one month. It takes its toll on you.
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Labels: creativity, rants