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27 August 2009, 21:25
Time takes its toll
What really happened in the Progression Era is something I have yet to discover. Maybe the best things in life aren't really free; they are earned. If there were a direct number to diminish life's remedies, I'd have it on speed dial. Lately I've been having sudden realizations in certain occasions where my thoughts are thought about aloud and where my words crumble into worthless useless specs of nothingness. I cannot stop thinking about my future. Maybe it's just because in about sixteen days, I will be yet another year older. Just a year ago, I was at my happiest I believe. Then my past had to infortuitously appear out of nowhere and bite me in the ass. Maybe I shouldn't go out on a limb here, but my options are beyond infallible and I feel as if every little thing I do, every step I take is going to set off a dynamite in someone's life and I'll just end up the villain.
...or maybe I'm just soooo out of love that I'm starting to realize that it's going to take more than an 'i miss you' to find that love again.
22 August 2009, 21:21
Hallelujah
$EN10R YEAR commences tomorrow, Islanders!
Kiss kiss, hug hug. Yay school! Thanks for ALL
your support and criticism. We did it with and without you.
:))))))))
20 August 2009, 08:49
Mind over Matter
Over the past few weeks, I have been speaking instead of writing. I have been putting words into action and reaction. I have been a malicious tongue. I have been among many whom I render exceedingly productive people, progessing above and beyond for democracy's most promising sentiment: education. Words cannot describe how deeply I need education. Knowledge is power and right now, we are only powerful to a certain extent barely reaching success. Square one is a considered turnaround, but we have yet to cease our vital attempts of voicing out to the people. We refuse to give up. We have suffered enough.
Guam's very own John F. Kennedy High School Islander Community continously fights for what we deserve. We deserve a home. We reserve the rights to freedom of speech and the rights to petition for a hopeful abundance of support. Every single day is a hassle. We can awake to the possibility of never returning. We can awake to the sound of hooray's in a successful return. We can awake to anything, but we desire to awake to a promising and non-deceitful future. When exactly do you hear students whine and groan to go to school? When do you receive constant emails, text messages, reports, updates, and any form of verbal or written requests for a school, for the opportunity to learn? You do not get that very often, but we've been at this for almost four months now, Guam.
I am not asking anyone to care. I am not asking for you to convince me to give up. I am not asking for anything but the chance to once have a good feel of home at a school. All the worn-out desks, residue, whiteboards, erasers, post-its, scissors, glue, and paper. I miss it all. As a fourth year in high school, I just want to pursue my senior year and label it fun fun fun. I am asking that you do something to support us. Don't pity us. Put yourselves in our position and fully become aware of what we encounter daily. Summer is forever and I want it to be put to a halt.
03 August 2009, 18:59
Desultory declaim
WE ALL NEED A LITTLE APPRECIATION, geeeeze.
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I'm a soul-consuming individual. Passion extends to immense measures through my initiation. I write with reason. Occasionally, I make logic, but it's rare to become on a stable comprehensive level with me for I am naturally unpredictable. I am big on spontaneity and I get a radiant kick out of adventure. I love tremendously. I don't expect to become famous but I do have high standards when assumed to encounter someone fresh. I choose whom I want to stay and assist me in living and all that luxurious privileges. Not the girl next door. I'm not ordinary, not amazing.