Waiting on the world

I was one of those kids...the over achievers.The ones who tried everything, read all the books, got the good marks and were on everyone's good side. And this kid grew into an over ambitious power hungry young lady. I could blame it on my small stature and always feeling the need to prove myself equal to anyone else, but deep down I always felt I was destined for greatness and the rest of the world just didn't know it yet.

Well, through my past and very recent trouble with wr3ckreation, I have persevered because of this conviction. After having started and failed at a couple of things I felt like to give up once more was not an option. I had to work harder...and harder till I made something of it.

Eventually I hope I will get there.But in the meantime...I'm just waiting on the world.

Action=Reaction

I don’t often like to post very personal issues on the blog, but at times like these when I feel quite overwhelmed with my present situation; it is good to have some writing space. Only one sentence in and already spell check is underlining everything! Sigh. This is not going to be one of those soppy posts, no. In fact, life in general is going quite well at the moment. Maybe a bit like a first time driver in a manual car, but well nonetheless…

So I don’t completely understand where my current preoccupation with starting up drama is coming from. I have this undeniable itch to ruffle some feathers, and not just because I’m bored. I want a REACTION. I am feeling quite numb inside from trying to stifle these feelings while trying to inspire those feelings. No specifics needed, but let’s assume there are significant other(s) involved. These significant others don’t know it yet but I’ve been plotting for days (and nights), and have finally come to the conclusion that….. wait for it: That I have no idea what to do with myself. I feel lost.

For me

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Seeing as I'm an endless romantic and an eternal dreamer and lover of all things even remotely poetic, I find myself currently obsessed with I Wrote This For You.

  [I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND SOMETHING. I WROTE THIS FOR YOU. I WROTE THIS FOR YOU AND ONLY YOU. EVERYONE ELSE WHO READS IT, DOESN’T GET IT. THEY MAY THINK THEY GET IT, BUT THEY DON’T. THIS IS THE SIGN YOU’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR. YOU WERE MEANT TO READ THESE WORDS.]

Not to sound too weird but when I read all those entries I feel like he writes just for me. I can relate to that artful soul who finds solace in words. I'm sure I'm not the only girl one who feels this way and I'm sure some of you would be able to relate.

Be sure to check out The Shooting Cloud

Today

Dedicated to a dear darling fellow Darkling.

If I die today

Will you forgive me

Or remember that it was I

Who broke your heart to pieces

And forged you a brand new soul?

If I die today

Will you mourn for me

Or remember that it was I

Who fixed your twisted smile

With words torn from my lips?

If I die today

Will you pack up our memories

Or remember that it was I

Who carefully cured you

Of those lies of pain?

If I die today

Will you still think of me

When you remember that it was I

Who held you unwillingly

In the prison of my arms?

If I die today

Will you rejoice for me

And remember that it was I

Who let your heart bleed

While I looked on with pride?

If I die today

Will your soul weep for me

And remember that it was I

Who lit that fierce fire

That burns in the depths of your eyes?

Cry With the Saints

They say there's a heaven for those who will wait

Some say it's better but I say it ain't

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints

the sinners are much more fun...

I recently came across the song Only The Good Die Young by Billy Joel [via an episode of glee] and although it does sound blasphemous, for those pious people, I felt just a tad inspired to LIVE MORE.
Hence here's a list of a couple of things people don't know about me.

1. I love to read because its a form of escape from my otherwise mundane life. I lose myself in the characters and actually live through them.
2. I fold the bottom of my jeans till just above my ankles because I'm very short and petite and I read somewhere that it makes you look taller.
3. I wish I had a little more flesh on my bones
4. I wish my skin was as dark as my sister's so my acne scars wouldn't show so much
5. I'm never satisfied with what I have because yes, I do believe contentment kills creativity and someone once told me never to lower any expectations. Once you start, all the others follow.
6. I have GREAT EXPECTATIONS. Some might call them delusions of grandeur.

What don't people know about you?

Playtime

Had a really great time playing with clay today.My brother has tis special clay that sir dries [no need to put in the oven] and becomes bouncy when dry.

Bostik crazy clay

I made this "dallmation" as a key holder for my little sister

sorry the pictures aren't very clear

my first attempt was this worm which my sister insists is a snake.

a rabbit caught in the headlights

I made this shark for my brother but it looks more like an aeroplane, doesn't it?

Wishing all those about to return to school all the best.

Cheeers