is dead.
The King Of Pop is dead and gone.
I was not alive, or at least aware of him at his height.
I only experienced the worse end of his career. The Court Cases, The Drugs and the strange colour changing skin he possessed.
I know, that Michael Jackson is going to remembered, i hope it is for his imense Talent and not for his 'Wako Jako' persona.
I think weather you like MJ or not, weather your mind was changed by the media and the crimes he was convicted of, you must admit, He had some serious talent.
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Monday, 15 June 2009
86. You've always got time
An assembly we had today made me think, for once. They're all designed to make you think but they rarely succeed.
If you want time you have it.
Today, I was rushed off my feet all day, i have things to do, people to see, work to do.
Everyone has the time if they want it. Your time is yours.
YOURS.
nobody else's . So, if you spend your time slaving over school work, thats how YOU choose to spend YOUR time.
If you spend your time on facebook worrying about the revision your not doing, its how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
If you are spending YOUR time working for a grumpy boss, thats how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
There are always repercussions. There is always time.
To laugh at a passing joke, for a quick drink with a mate, for a random chat, or for a quick passing blog when you should be revising.
But there's always time, if something is important enough to you, you'll make your time. Life's short, get your priorities right, think about the future, think about your mates, think about your school work, think about YOURSELF, get the balance right, Happiness seems to be the most important thing.
Your time is your time, nobody is forcing you, Do what YOU want to do, and deal with the consequence's of that, good or bad.
If i ever find the poem we where read, i'll post it.
Have a nice week, use your time wisely, every second is yours.
If you want time you have it.
Today, I was rushed off my feet all day, i have things to do, people to see, work to do.
Everyone has the time if they want it. Your time is yours.
YOURS.
nobody else's . So, if you spend your time slaving over school work, thats how YOU choose to spend YOUR time.
If you spend your time on facebook worrying about the revision your not doing, its how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
If you are spending YOUR time working for a grumpy boss, thats how YOUR choosing to spend your time.
There are always repercussions. There is always time.
To laugh at a passing joke, for a quick drink with a mate, for a random chat, or for a quick passing blog when you should be revising.
But there's always time, if something is important enough to you, you'll make your time. Life's short, get your priorities right, think about the future, think about your mates, think about your school work, think about YOURSELF, get the balance right, Happiness seems to be the most important thing.
Your time is your time, nobody is forcing you, Do what YOU want to do, and deal with the consequence's of that, good or bad.
If i ever find the poem we where read, i'll post it.
Have a nice week, use your time wisely, every second is yours.
Sunday, 14 June 2009
85. Dreamer.
Imagine the scene. You are soaked to the skin.
You are cold, but not yet shivering.
Your carrying a rifle, and your arms ache from the 6kg resting in your arms.
Its about 1 o'clock in the morning and you have not yet slept.
Its pitch black, but you've been walking through the dark for around 2 hours so your vision is good.
Suddenly you hear a van, and see a bright light, followed in quick succession by 7 people jumping into a ditch, the rattle of weapons and the squelch of the mud beneath them.
You look down the sight of your rifle and wait, you don't dare to breath or move, you just look and listen.
Good night vision is a strange thing to have, the edges of everything is blurred. Just like if you put someone else's glasses on. You can only see grey and black. Things move, your eyes play tricks on you, you walk towards a lighter patch, it moves but nothing has actually happened.
You laying in the wet grass, and the moonlight is shimmering on the barrel of your rifle, you know it will give you away but your too scared to move for the sound. So, the wet grass in front of you shimmers, your rifle glows, your skin crawls with cold, your knees burn with the bruises you'l notice in the morning, but there is peace.
This peace is proving difficult to describe its a mixture of apprehension, knowing everyone around you is holding their breath, knowing it won't matter if you get caught. The lack of colour, and the tricks your eyes are playing on you, the lack of sleep and the view in front of you creates this world of pointlessness that is unbelievably appealing.
Then suddenly you hear the van nearing, it stops, you watch three men get out, you know them all well, one used to teach you physics, ones your form tutor, they run there torches around your surrounding area they spot the boot of a cadet, run the torch along a row of camouflaged, soaked, tired faces.
'Games up boys'
The dream ends, your night vision is ruined by the torch, you climb out of the ditch and run away into the bushes, you reassemble the cadets, try and work out where the hell you are and start again.
Pointless, yet brilliant.
You are cold, but not yet shivering.
Your carrying a rifle, and your arms ache from the 6kg resting in your arms.
Its about 1 o'clock in the morning and you have not yet slept.
Its pitch black, but you've been walking through the dark for around 2 hours so your vision is good.
Suddenly you hear a van, and see a bright light, followed in quick succession by 7 people jumping into a ditch, the rattle of weapons and the squelch of the mud beneath them.
You look down the sight of your rifle and wait, you don't dare to breath or move, you just look and listen.
Good night vision is a strange thing to have, the edges of everything is blurred. Just like if you put someone else's glasses on. You can only see grey and black. Things move, your eyes play tricks on you, you walk towards a lighter patch, it moves but nothing has actually happened.
You laying in the wet grass, and the moonlight is shimmering on the barrel of your rifle, you know it will give you away but your too scared to move for the sound. So, the wet grass in front of you shimmers, your rifle glows, your skin crawls with cold, your knees burn with the bruises you'l notice in the morning, but there is peace.
This peace is proving difficult to describe its a mixture of apprehension, knowing everyone around you is holding their breath, knowing it won't matter if you get caught. The lack of colour, and the tricks your eyes are playing on you, the lack of sleep and the view in front of you creates this world of pointlessness that is unbelievably appealing.
Then suddenly you hear the van nearing, it stops, you watch three men get out, you know them all well, one used to teach you physics, ones your form tutor, they run there torches around your surrounding area they spot the boot of a cadet, run the torch along a row of camouflaged, soaked, tired faces.
'Games up boys'
The dream ends, your night vision is ruined by the torch, you climb out of the ditch and run away into the bushes, you reassemble the cadets, try and work out where the hell you are and start again.
Pointless, yet brilliant.
Friday, 12 June 2009
84. Its..
All ok.
The exam wasn't as bad as i thought, i super revised, so i reckon i did allright.
I got my end of years back
Geography A
R.S A
Maths B
D.T B
English Lit B
English Lang C
German D =(
Then i got A's in my science mocks, which is good =)
So, the last few weeks have been hard work
Our little friend group has fallen to little bits, but i still have my best mates so its not that bad at all.
The field weekend, was soaking and my tent fell down so i ended up freezing and wet, i also fell in a ditch on the night ex, so i'm bruised. But overall it wasent that bad, as the only girl, and 14 guys there was a bit of sexism, but i'm not going to die =)
Then massive revision, then my first GCSE's which wasn't as scary as i thought it would be.
I'm really looking forward to next weekend, Duke of Edinbourogh the Tiddles Paraty which should be well good, a good wat to end exams. Going bowling for churchills party tomorow too. =) Then a family BBQ.
So I'm pretty good with the only downers being,
the German D
The getting soaked
The hard work
Never seeing Jack out of school
and a pretty pointless go having.
Though everythings cool, and my next blog is going to be about the dream world i have discovered. =)
The exam wasn't as bad as i thought, i super revised, so i reckon i did allright.
I got my end of years back
Geography A
R.S A
Maths B
D.T B
English Lit B
English Lang C
German D =(
Then i got A's in my science mocks, which is good =)
So, the last few weeks have been hard work
Our little friend group has fallen to little bits, but i still have my best mates so its not that bad at all.
The field weekend, was soaking and my tent fell down so i ended up freezing and wet, i also fell in a ditch on the night ex, so i'm bruised. But overall it wasent that bad, as the only girl, and 14 guys there was a bit of sexism, but i'm not going to die =)
Then massive revision, then my first GCSE's which wasn't as scary as i thought it would be.
I'm really looking forward to next weekend, Duke of Edinbourogh the Tiddles Paraty which should be well good, a good wat to end exams. Going bowling for churchills party tomorow too. =) Then a family BBQ.
So I'm pretty good with the only downers being,
the German D
The getting soaked
The hard work
Never seeing Jack out of school
and a pretty pointless go having.
Though everythings cool, and my next blog is going to be about the dream world i have discovered. =)
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