Anniversary

Moonwalking his way into glory, Michael Jackson firmly held the world in awe, intertwined between his bony, gloved fingers. He was a wonderful performer, and a jet-setting magician. The mystery of his untimely and unfair demise has yet to be resolved, but will forever remain a huge tragedy in the history of the past generation. As far as fans go, I was about a 6 on the 1-10 scale. Never-the-less, his death stirred a plethora of emotions. Resentment for his father, regret for the mocking, and all around melancholy for his children. He was something other-worldly to behold, and something that will never come again. We can only be humble, and hope for his children and family's well being and health through their strife and grief.
May he rest in peace.
August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

It's good to not have a life.

Okay, I’ve been listening to “Eye of the Tiger” for almost 4 hours now, while talking to one person consecutively for almost 5.5 hours. I’ve eaten something around 10lbs in chocolatey food. Now I’m working my way on another 5lbs in cheap Mexican food. I’m beginning to set up a maplestory account, and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll have to spend the rest of my free time scanning the web for another mmorpg site to waste my life on. <3

Adjusting

I'm getting the hang of it all.

You know, the things that other people do that seem to affect you more than they really ever should. The things that are out of our control. Those are pretty much the same things you desperately wish you could control, but you know you couldn’t anyway. Then it still doesn’t really make you any happier to think about how you would attempt dealing with all of the extra weight of those things. Consistently pestering you, and always wanting something when there’s no more to give. Supplying you with plethoras of back-hand compliments which not-so-secretly express how they think you’ll never be good enough or amount to anything in your entire existence. Digressing onto David Hume’s theories of how none of us even exist anyway helps relax those feelings. Then thinking about Rene Descartes theory, “cogito ergo sum” (I think therefore I am) brings forth a whole new type of fear. Maybe the one that over-exercising all of your grey matter will either induce you to become larger than you should, whether it be internally or publicly, or end up sending you inside a spiralling abyss of delusion.

But what’s forever, anyway?

ود دودي

I never really thought I'd actually find a venue that would eternally symbolize change, fear, and heartbreak. But during the digression of this past year, I have discovered such a place. Where the walking dead keep walking, and the surrounding living laugh and act ornery in a desperate attempt to hide their known apprehension.
This type of foreboding mixture rested in the air, and induced me to wake up in tears early this morning. For a mundane reason at that, for I encountered those who needn't be around any longer, in a strife to find a certain type of peace within them.
Enigmatical words and stories were tossed around, filling our small atmosphere with a tension thick enough to penetrate with a knife. A tiny serving of nervousness gradually collected as the time elapsed with unnerving ease. A feeling of resentment, curiosity, and indecipherable agony sat like a rock in not only our guts, but our throats. Knowing at hand what was to be at stake, what was already sacrificed, and what never could be, we held our tongues firmly and departed.

The separate ways in which feeble existences carry us will forever remain to be a mystery. But not so perplexing are the people that you meet along the way.
They sustain a permanent prerogative in your heart and engrave many memories and love while still leaving wounds and footprints never to be erased.
Leaving much to be desired, and nothing to do, everybody's starry eyed.

September 2009 - 15th June 2010
...and forever more <3
Dodi Wad Nachabe.

What I've learned:

* everything anyone ever told me about secondary school was completely wrong
* not everything that happens has a reason
* people are unpredictable
* seniors are intimidating, not frightening
* absolutely nothing good can come from over-thinking things
* everyone does feel just like everyone else, but not at the same time
* if you find something behind a vending machine, leave it there
* letting go is the best remedy
* maintaining a routine doesn't work
* it's okay to like different things
* staircases and bathrooms are places of safety
* saying "hi" will not be the end of the world
* receiving weird text messages is not something to take seriously
* never try to expect things
* solitude isn't scary
* batteries save lives
* ... but coffee doesn't
* trying to look appealing is so 2007
* that air planes are shooting stars
* everyone starts somewhere

This beautiful thing

This is Geraldine Estelle Halliwell the 2nd.
She is my baby, ac yr wyf yn caru ei.
Mae hi'n dod o Gemeinhardt, yn pwyso am 0.7grams, ac wrth ei bodd diodydd calch.

I'm just hoping she helps me go a long way for auditions tomorrow! x

Teenage years: 1

I hate knowing what he did to you.

I hate knowing that I’m over 3762.646km (2,338mi) away.

I hate knowing that you’re crying at night because of his stupidity.

I hate knowing that we’re both so lost.

I hate knowing that we don’t know how this will all turn out.

I hate knowing that he tore you open and tossed salt in the wound.

I hate how bitter these tears I shed are.

I hate knowing that that no matter what, this will never be forgotten.

I hate knowing that this won’t be the last time.

I hate knowing that I can’t be there to hug you.

I'm falling to pieces

<3

Friend

Hello, Nikon D40.
Best. Present. Ever. <3

Departure.

Ready for take-off.
In fact, more than ready.
Yes, a year of secondary school has flown by, as they all do, I suppose. The speed that time flies, I've noticed, is becoming faster and faster. Entirely not dependant on whether or not I'm having a good time. But that's not what it's about. I guess it's about just trying to remember everything before your brain turns to grey, gloppy mush. That's why they always tell you to keep a journal, so when you're old and wrinkly, you'll still have something to hold onto. But this year is something I don't want to hold onto. It's just the very few people I met this year that I want to hold onto. And they're all moving. I suppose, though, I should keep some kind of tangible item to always remind me of this year, pleasant or otherwise.
A shoe, maybe?
Bottle cap?
But for right now I'm doing everything I'm not supposed to.
This was our last full day of school, because tomorrow (Friday) and the rest of next week is exams. We get out early, though, which is actually pretty great consolation. But of course, knowing there's an exam tomorrow, what does Molly do? Molly blogs and takes pictures. That's what.

Over-all score for this year:
2 out of 10