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| But somewhere, they're gonna listen.
...and the glass shatters on the wall.
The yells are still ringing in the air, and past the crunch of broken glass is the deafening silence of streaming tears.
It doesn't matter what people think, or what people say you should do. It doesn't matter if your teachers put you down, or if your friends tease you. It doesn't matter if your parents have no faith in whatever you do. It doesn't matter as long as you know what you love to do.
And I might be a nobody to you...
But if I'm playing would you listen?
...and she walks out the door.
Backpack slung over her shoulder, sneakers squeaking on the clean linoleum tiles, she sets pen to paper and writes the note.
They can stop you from doing what you want.
They can stop you from seizing the opportunities.
They can lock you up in a bloody cell and throw away the key.
But they can't stop you from wanting to do what you love to do.
Pick your way out of that cell and run 'cause no one can tell you what to do with your life. Anyone can get a degree if they bury themselves deep enough in books, but talent is something you're born with. Flaunt it.
Get your ass out there and do what you wanna do.
In the end, it's your problem, not theirs. Your paycheck, your stage, your audience, your book, your work. Not theirs.
It's your life, and it's sure as hell not theirs.
City lights shine down upon the place that I call home.
Surrounded by a million but I feel like I'm alone.
And I might be a nobody to you,
But somewhere... they're gonna listen.
... And she walks out.
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| i hate not knowing who banun is ranting about. you suck banun.
i am leaving in 7 days and i cant wait.
but i'll miss my mom and sisters and as much as i keep on thinking that i wont cry when i leave , i will.
i always do.
i dont feel very good.
i d just like to say , ' fck you ' to the people that think they deserve it.
i hope those words will make you a better person. now you see im bullcrapping. i hate it when i do that. i need someone to entertain me or talk to me.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cute.
 BYE LOSERS. AND I MEANT IT WHEN I SAID LOSERS. | | |
| What is going on, I ask of you?
I'm sorry to heap this on you after you've probably read Iqa's post on her own blog (which was very... passionate, I think. o_O And it indirectly resulted in this post. Sigh. Ranting night.), but really, people - think about it. Your friends are there for a reason. There are those of you who consider friends as living trophies : the more you have, the better it is. Well, popularity's all well and good, but don't come crying to me when one of your precious trophies fall from the shelf and whack you on the head, causing you to fall back in a heap, yelling out in pain when you realize you got a hernia from that fall and you have to go for a surgery.
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Yes, I feel very strongly about this. Being friends means that you are acquainted with someone in such a way that you can count on each other for help, and rely on each other whenever the going gets tough. Being friends means that you plough through obstacles together. Being friends means that you won't turn against the other person and that you will bloody well stop and turn back to help when she or he gets left behind.
You do not, under any *&^#ing circumstances choose a guy over your girlfriend. Ever. EVER, goddammit. Especially not when that girlfriend was the one who bloody helped you with the guy. And you do not accuse said girlfriend of throwing herself at the guy, either.
You don't ever take us for granted. We're here for you when you need us, and don't turn your back on us and then accuse us of not being good friends. We're not mind readers. We don't know what happens if you don't tell us, so don't expect us to be good friends if you don't make the effort.
Insufferable ingrate.
You do not pursue a guy even when you know your friend likes him. Especially if you don't actually like him, or if you're not sure if you do, or if you're just BORED.
For some odd reason, although I'm sure everyone knows the basic unspoken rules of friendship, they ignore it. Just 'cause it's unspoken. I don't care if the guy's everything to you, or if he's your best friend as well - you wouldn't have gotten through that boy-hating puberty stage if it were not for us girls. Comprende?
Think about it, everyone. Don't you think that we're all taking our friends for granted? That even if we fight, we know that we see them everyday so it doesn't matter 'cause you'll make up in a day or two, anyway? Without friends, who'd help you up when you fall? No one. The sea of strangers would more likely laugh at you for being such a klutz.
We're happy for you, we really are. But it's gotten to the point where we don't know you. At all.
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| OMG we haven't updated this blog for a very long time..
Um.
I'm lazy to type after typing so much on my own personal blog so maybe
you should go to my blog instead and read the new post there (the one
about the last day of school n stuff).
Knock yourself out.
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| Check out the awesome new layout! Woooohoooo I look crappy in the pics but wooooohooooo me like! Aiy exams are over
and I am more relieved than ever. I've only been getting two-hour naps
everyday during the exams and my body was like 'whutwhuuuuutt she
is so kidding us right' but that was the truth so now I gotta
make up for all the hours of sleep I've missed. I love sahur, it's like, free points, but goodness it is soooo diiffficuuult to wake up so early, especially since I sleep sooo laaate.
Anyway.
Reading Banun's long entry about how we'll be leaving high school soon and moving on with our lives as young adults made me get so depressed, I had to keep it down with a coupla Famous Amos
cookies. But really, imagine leaving it all behind; the jokes, the
friends, the ever-entertaining teachers and the surroundings we've been
so used to moving around in. Holy heck, will
I miss school. Somehow, there's a part of me that is just dying to
break free and explore out in the big, big world that I've been pretty
much kept away from and travel to my heart's content,
but then again, being out of this safe cocoon of a life that I've been
in ever since I was seven years old makes me kinda nervous. Imagine all
the new faces, experiences and challenges I'd come across. Woo. I am so not prepared.
How will I cope with all of that? How will I live without having my
closest friends around 24-7 and with my parents suddenly heaping new
responsibilities on me? How will I cope with even more things to study
and take seriously? Howw, tell me, howww will I cope with all of these
changes??? AAAAAAAAHHHH.
Sniff. I wish God would give me the power to control time.
Then I would rewind and live my life out (up and out!) all over again,
relive all the painfully sweet moments and even the challenging
moments. But then again, everybody lives and everybody dies as God has
planned for us. We live life to the fullest, and die contented.
I plan to do just that.
PS- Don't you just  my colourful entries? Hehe
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 Little Miss Naughty - Me! Hehehe
 Little Miss Splendid - Serena! (Fashionista)
 Little Miss Fun - Banun! (Party Animal)
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