What makes you feel hopeful?

mostly 1 Corinthians 10:13 - God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.

and James 1:5 - If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.

and Philippians 4:13 - I can do everything through him who gives me strength.

haha… i’ll stop bible bashing. but it is what gives me hope to smile when i shouldn’t be smiling. God’s promises to me :D

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funny.

isn’t it weird how things you find hilarious can leave you rolling around on the floor for ages and then people just look at you weirdly and are like “… it wasn’t even funny.”

makes me feel sad. :(

I THINK MY JOKES ARE FUNNY. SCREW YOU. :P

speechless lyrics. cause someone wanted them

maybe i wasn’t able to be understood or something. anyway here they are.

The very first time i saw you my mind was blown
cause i never thought a guy so fin would ever be sitting alone
i’ve always been accused of over eloquence
so why was it that in front of you i was speechless
I’ll never know what came over me that day
But for some unknown reason i just couldn’t say hey 

But “hey” is just one word so why won’t it come out?
Maybe it’s cause when I”m with you, i forget what i was talking about
And when you’re around I forget how to speak,
And all that comes out are sounds and squeaks
I go um, um, um, um, um. uh oh.
um, um, um, um, um, hello

and then just like a fairytale, you came up to me,
and the smiles and the laughter it just came so easily
But when i run through the conversations in my head, 
Why is it that i wanna take back every stupid little thing i said.
I know you know my mouth moves at a billion words per minute
but i hope you understand that each one has my heart in it

So hey, there’s just three words, that i need to say
So why is it when i open my mouth, does everything else get in the way?
Maybe it’s cause when i’m near you i forget how to speak
And all that comes out are, meaningless words and squeaks,
i go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, uh oh
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, hello

I’ve always thought of myself as someone independent,
So why is it that in front of you I’m so unconfident?
Who knew that i would fall, so swift so sure so sweet,
but when i looked into your eyes i was swept off of my feet.

I went oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, here i go

I wanted to use this oppurtunity
To say what’s on my mind ina moment of clarity
But I’m so sorry for being so damn useless
But it’s all your fault, in front of you I’m so speechless.
I couldn’t say it, and i knewi never would
So i wrote this song for you, so that you might have understood. 

wow.

I haven’t been on this for ages. but then i haven’t had time for ages.

time is rather elusive isn’t it? it like one of things that will never stop, yet it’s over so quickly. this precise moment will never happen again.

I was sitting on my bed reading, and i glanced up and realised the sun was slowly seeting. my walls were awash with sunlight, bright and happy. I looked up a two pages later just to see that now they were painted with a bright orange, warm and soothing. Time had flown passed, and i had missed that subtle change in the blink of an eye.

what am i even getting at? i guess i should put that into a song, i dunno. BUt i think there’s something comforting about sitting down in a park or in your yard or whatever and just feeling the wind and the sun. you just look. i dunno. it’s not like i’m a hippie or anything, i just like the feel of that. nature. sometimes i don’t think there’s many things more beautiful.

and it creates a great creative vibe. wow i sound really hippie or indie or whatever. maybe i am. maybe someone will accuse of me of trying to be hipster or something. I’m not really. sometimes. usually. most of the time i’m too busy to think. i like thinking. i sound retarded.

bye.

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Bows of the rain variety.

So I’m back! EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!

It’s nice to know that my body respects these stressful exam times and allows me to get sick AFTER they all finish. :D

So here i am, back on the computer, supposed to be finishing a drama assignment but finding the internet so much more appealing.

And other things i do while i’m supposed to be studying include finding rainbows. But not of the double variety, unfortunately.

Actually what happened was i found a bag of easter eggs left over and so i opened it with my siblings. Only to realise that the colours in an easter egg cadbury set actually all match up if you put them next to each other.

So naturally i then forced my siblings to eat chocolate eggs while i carefully opened them and attempted to complete a rainbow. Which results in the image above. Heh.

Actually, i think eating to much chocolate is bad for you. Maybe that’s why I’m sick now. I have no idea really. All i know is that Cadbury tastes really nice. AND THAT CHOCOLATE EGGS AND STRAWBERRY TEA IS A HEAVENLY MIX.

ahem.

But seriously speaking, really anything with chocolate and strawberries are nice. So i think next time, i should serve up my triple choc chip cookies with strawberry tea instead of milk. Or maybe strawberry milk tea??? mmm fruit milk tea…

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Back after making fruit milk tea. :D

SO yummy :D I love fruit tea. Kinda like easyway except at home. WIN. ESPECIALLY because easyway costs like $5 a cup and i can make endless cups with my t2 apple tea sugar, dilmah strawberry flavoured tea and milk <3 (oh such advertising… unintentionally, but still.)

Easyway is expensive.

Actually you know what else is expensive? Piano exams. And for some unknown reason i am submitting myself to the self inflicted terror of them. And I’m probably going to fail and waste all that money anyway.

 Ah piano. Such musicality inspires works. Of complaint.

It is a challenge that I often face,
Whilst at the keys white and black;
A talent in rhythmic pace,
I do seem to sadly lack.
That rhythm requires a certain knack,
I have yet to ascertain,
Until then it I suppose I will not play to entertain.

I perceive there is no hope for me
To pass my exam for piano,
The range for success as a possibility,
Is as small as robot of a the variety nano.
(which, of course you would know,
Anything nano is pretty damn small.
And if you didn’t know that, you know nothing at all.)

I guess I should practise some more.
Forsooth, ‘tis where my solution doth lie.
But I must declare, I now find piano a bore.
When my fingers to keys I apply,
I wish nothing more than to bid piano goodbye.
Or more accurately, to farewell my complex pieces,
As my love for them rapidly decreases.

Yes, tis in my pieces that I find such annoyance,
For they are such and epic strain.
It’s because they’re so full of flamboyance ,
With so many damn trills in every refrain.
For sadly, I find that my brain,
Cannot not handle the complex techniques.
And won’t be able to pass in around 3 weeks.

For it is approximately three weeks away,
That apocalyptic event shall fall.
Oh how I wish it shall be forever may,
As on the 4th of June the examiner shall scrawl;
“This chick has absolutely no talent at all.
Her pieces were simply atrocious,
And to say she was ok is preposterous!

Her playing style is simply bad
For a 8th grade piano examinee,
In fact, she really aught to be glad,
To even raise above mediocrity.
In fact, this girl, I guarentee,
That her playing is simply so abysmal,
Listening to it makes you feel rather dismal.

She has no sense of rhythm and no sense of time,
Her notes are constantly wrong,
Her playing has to be a crime,
Torturous to listen to all day long.
She bangs on her notes like a chinese gong.
Her scales are a terrible cacophony,
And her lento piece is significantly droney.

In fact, to summarise my case,
The student completely did fail.
She should wallow in utter disgrace,
And perhaps let out one endless long wail.
And at that point, I shall curtail
The rest of the depressing letter,
Because I think you can spend your time better.

Actually I don’t care anymore about my test,
because on that day is something fare more entertaining.
As soon as I finish, I’m taking a rest,
and making my way to and event which required much training.
Dunno when the tickets for this even i will be obtaining,
But I intend to go to the ruse musical
and happily listen to catchy tunes to please my auditary canal. 

There probably are many better ways for you to spend your time. But thank you for reading my bad poetry. If you did.

AND HERE’S ANOTHER RAINBOW.