yr 12 photography ;p

i'm sitting in a classroom filled with yr 10 students, wondering, was i this idiotic when i was 14?

i hope like hell i wasn't. the immaturity is unbearable. these kids, they think they are so grown up. half the girls in the class are talking about how they are having sex. ew. they're just kids! i, myself, still consider myself to be a kid, so this realllllyyy sickens me. i will not be suprised when someone from this class gets punched, or pregnant. lol.

forget the black and white days.

live for the colourful ones.

i am a useless blogger!

imperfection is beauty,
madness is genius,
and its better to be
absolultey ridiculous,
than absolutley
boring.

you'll regret it. people knowing you for the things you do. the people you hang out with. the things you say. you'll be regret that nobody knows you for you. that nobody wants to take a little time to dig deeper because they're expecting filth to start pouring out of your mouth. and you'll wonder why you didn't realise that this is what's become of you. you'll regret doing this to yourself.

the invitation.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

i have to :p

well, since i deleted my blog i've been keeping a diary but i never actually get round to writing in it because im always on the computer or phone, so i think that since i'm constantly on the computer and wanting to be writing but only using a diary to write in, i should definatley start blogging again. (:

i've missed itt!!! the only reason i didn't want to start it up was because last year i blogged so sadly, this year its a different story.

i'm in gateway, an upgrade version of lifeskills (the class i used to blog in last year). looks like i'm going to be a repeat offender :p ha.

so far 2010 has been pretty sweet(: got things i have been waiting years to do over and done with, holding the people that matter as close as a i can &smiling as much as possible. (;