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Sounding not-so-fake while talking is a skill, you’re either born with it or you develop it through the years, I urge those who were neither born with it nor developed it through the years to go Pee whenever they have the urge to talk. Get it out of your system and all the way to the gutter, cockroaches care.
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So nerds wish they had more fun back at school, unemployed good looking people who didn’t make it through High school wish they had spent more time studying and less time partying and being the annoying trouble makers they are, and finally there are those who weren’t nerds nor trouble makers back at school, those who didn’t exactly enjoy school days to the max nor do they have a job with a great pay that compensates for all the times they didn’t party along with the others, those who do not know where it all went wrong and so do not know what exactly to wish for or regret.
Well, apparently everything comes with a price tag, no matter what the choices we make are, later on we’ll be wondering what if we chose a different path, so you have a choice; you can live your life just for the sake of passing days and time and end up landing an average job with an average pay, an average car, average house, average life and no “What if’s” . Sounds nice, right? A life with no regrets? Stability? Well not really, the “No what if’’s” part is caused by the fact that you didn’t choose a thing, a path! You laid back and let other people steer the wheal for you, you didn’t LIVE your life, there’s nothing in it that you can call your own, because you welcomed anything life threw at you with open arms, you didn’t fight for what you want, or in some cases what you did not want. You were the average employee in the average cubicle signing average papers for a couple who wanted to buy some stocks, so after you’re done signing the papers you go back to your average cubicle doing your average paperwork while the couple who just bought stocks had the price of their stocks triple and flew to Hawaii to celebrate that, or, worst case scenario? The prices of their stocks didn’t triple, they reached half the original price, they lost some money and the couple realized they should be more careful with their money because their life savings –That are supposed to pay for their children’s tuition fees- are not to be messed with!
What did you “The average person” lose? Nothing, but the more important question is, what did you gain from the experiences you’ve been through?! And the answer is also nothing, so your day can perhaps be summed up in a word that spells: N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
Okey I realize it’s just one day and that life isn’t a Hollywood movie where everyday there is action, so let’s sum up your life experiences this time, the losses and gains, in four words? Yeah four words seems fair, so let’s see how this spells:
N-O-T A S-I-N-G-L-E T-H-I-N-G.
The only time we REALLY examine our options is when they are out of our reach, that is human nature, so unless you’re planning on having the same mindset three billion years from now you’ll have to surrender to the fact that there is no perfect choice, the bad comes with the good, and what seems like an excellent choice now might seem like a stupid one twenty years later. You’ll change as time goes by, and so will the way you view things. If something feels right then go for it, avoiding to make decisions will not save you future regrets, it’ll cause you to miss out on things you want with all your heart or lessons you might need to learn on your own.
To hell with average things, go for what you want, if you reach your goal please mention that I inspired you when you go on OPRAH Winfrey’s show, and if you don’t, at least you’ll have something to blog about!
Brought to you by ONE
I came across this touching story, I don’t like to do the copy paste thingie, but this one brought tears to my eyes. It’s really ironic how sometimes we lack the courage and thus we might end up regretting our whole life, and when we get the right chance; it might be too late.
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and I handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick” she said; he’s not going to go well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t think of me like that, and I knew it. Then she said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “you’re my best friend, thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. I watched her say “I do” and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. Before she drove away, she came to me and said “you came! Thanks!” and she kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too…` I thought to my self, and I cried.
EDIT: Brought to you by One
“A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.”
Dreams are things I can never understand! I am someone who has around 5-6 dreams every night! I dream of trips, wars, fights, school, friends, science fiction; actually anything anyone can think of! If I had enough money I would’ve produced hundreds of movies based on my crazy dreams; and Im sure I would’ve made lots of money out of it. It seems that all my creativity lays in my dreams.
About six weeks ago I had one of my weirdest dreams, it didnt have anything special in its events; but the strange thing about this dream is the person I dreamed of, who was someone I didnt know personally. I never talked to him or even noticed him before that dream (though we became good friends later). He was just a face for me; a face that I see once a week in one of my lectures!
What I know is that our dreams reflect our thoughts and feelings, but recently I discovered that its not true. I think that dreams are just a set of images you see through out the day, that are translated by your mind at night in different ways, and different shapes, but it doesnt necceserly mean or indicate anything.
Bottom line: I don’t believe in analyzing dreams and connecting it to life events. Dreams are just Dreams!
Brought to you by Two.
I’m in love with everything in red!
I even bought a red pair of shoes (oh I have two pairs now 
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A lot of people told me to color my hair red but naaah my mom will kill me LOL!
What do you think girls? Should I go for it?
Brought to you by Three (Again 
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If staying up all night = X
And watching F.R.I.E.N.D’s season 9 for the hundredth time = Z
Noting that X = Bad, and X = Z, which means that Z = Bad.
Then staying up all night to watch F.R.I.E.N.D’s season 9 for the hundredth time = X x Z = Bad x Bad = Bad ^2 = ???
Ughhh 
Brought to you by Three,
Sometimes it takes an unfortunate occuring to realise how lucky you’ve been, a farewell to realize how much a certain person means or used to mean to you and a bunch of back-stabbing hypocrites to figure out who your true friends are. I never needed any of the above to realize how lucky I am for having a couple of true friends I cherish more than anything, this is a toast for the beginning of our first mutual project together, a toast of our friendship that has stood in the face of everything for over a year.
Cheers girls!
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