Don't blame the past
- change the future.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
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This text below are not by me nor do I claim any right to them. To go to her original blog, click on the title. Enjoy! :)
I started with a little, and I just realized how good I was with them, and so I'm posting them up haha! Comment and give me more I'll gladly wrap them in subtlety for you!
(I'm putting the harsher statements as "Die" meaning you'll die if you use them ... and you'll "live" if you use mitigating speech. Think I'm over exaggerating? Yeah try telling a woman she's fat.)
Die: I'm not a relationship kind of girl.
Live: It's hard for me to find the right guy.
(I'm putting the harsher statements as "Die" meaning you'll die if you use them ... and you'll "live" if you use mitigating speech. Think I'm over exaggerating? Yeah try telling a woman she's fat.)
Die: I'm not a relationship kind of girl.
Live: It's hard for me to find the right guy.
Die: I am interested in controversial topics.
Live: My topics of interest have always sparked lively debates.
Die: I love you.
Live: I really like you.
Die: I live with my parents.
Live: I just feel responsible as their child to take care of them until I'm ready to start my own family and go for walks around the park with my children. (K the park thing might be pushing it.)
Die: I think your boyfriend is cute and I want to shag him.
Live: Congrats on the boyfriend he's gorgeous!
Die: I am an environmental-loving freak and I think you should recycle as much as I do.
Live: Recycle.
Die: I still watch Disney channel for their cartoons.
Live: Zac Efron makes me watch Disney.
Die: I don't want to engage in bondage acts with you.
Live: Let's do that tomorrow. (Break up with said person tomorrow and flee country.)
Die: I don't want to give you my number and I don't want to go out with you.
Live: You'll have to earn it.
Die: I am always at the top of my class, I do the best in all my subjects and I am a confident person.
Live: I excel academically.
Die: I really like spending time with you.
Live: I really like spending time with you.
Die: I don't have a job.
Live: I'm exploring options.
Die: This date is a disaster and I want to leave.
Live: I have to feed my cat.
Die: Your breath smells and I don't want to spend another second with you.
Live: I have to feed my cat.
Die: You have a wife?
Live: I have to feed my cat.
Die: Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.
Live: I'm very in touch with my emotions.
Die: Shit I'm busy on that day but you're really hot and I really wanna go out with you.
Live: I have a family dinner on that day.
Die: You're an ass.
Live: Men are all the same.
Die: You've put on weight!
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Live: NOTHING.
Just don't say anything. No "Oh you're so much healthier now!" or "Oh you look so much better since the last I saw you." Don't say it. Girls can tell through everything and we'll know that something "different" always means in the weight department. In the first place who would be stupid enough to say that to a girl it's like they have a death wish or something.
Same with age. Because just like Samantha Jones, a lot of women have probably celebrated their 35th birthday for as long as they have lived. And do you really wanna cross a woman with such determination?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Oh My Freakin' Gossip Girl!
Gossip Girl Soundtracks album covers.
I love the gossip girl soundtrack!
* With Me by Sum 41
* Signs by Bloc Party
* Happy Ending by Mika
* Season Of Love by Shiny Toy Guns
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Where?
Where ?
-The Sequel to Who?-
The Short Story 2
Heather plucked the earphone out of her left ear, before pressing her thumb against where it once was, massaging it. Her ear hurt from all that pressure.
Pressure…where did it come from? Heather had felt like she had just apparated -Harry Potter style- for the first time. Except that she had never known how to apparate and no one had taught her nor brought her alongside them.
So how did she do it? And while she was musing over that, where in the world was she?
She shifted her attention to her surroundings. She was in a completely out of the world and bizarre place. Within her line of sight was a once majestic but now crumbling stone arch with what appeared to be intricate, detailed carvings on it. The vanilla twilight lighting made it cast an impressive shadow. Apart from that out of nowhere arch, Heather seemed to be at a plain. Around her were the occasional tuft of knee-high golden grass. Heather looked down and saw that her feet were on a dusty concrete ground. Dusty with grey cement powder.
But what made the place truly outlandish were the owls there. Owls, in hundreds, filled the sky with their brown, white and around one in ten, black feathers. The stone arch appeared to be their resting ‘bench’ -it was so crowded that some of them had even resorted to sitting on the ground. Flat land, not exactly what they liked.
Heather took in this whole scene, before noticing a witch -don’t ask how she knew, but something in Heather’s gut told her that that lady was a witch- a few feet from the arch, sitting by a charcoal black cauldron and an animated fire dancing in the breezy air.
The fire! Heather realized, and drew in a quick breath.
Indeed, it was the eternal flame. Except that over here, it burned with a brilliant white light with the slightest tinge of blue.
The witch looked up, startling Heather. Her pupils were a violent orange and amber red colour -the colour of fire. And they stared right through Heather’s warm brown ones.
A shiver ran down Heather’s spine.
Heather plucked the earphone out of her left ear, before pressing her thumb against where it once was, massaging it. Her ear hurt from all that pressure.
Pressure…where did it come from? Heather had felt like she had just apparated -Harry Potter style- for the first time. Except that she had never known how to apparate and no one had taught her nor brought her alongside them.
So how did she do it? And while she was musing over that, where in the world was she?
She shifted her attention to her surroundings. She was in a completely out of the world and bizarre place. Within her line of sight was a once majestic but now crumbling stone arch with what appeared to be intricate, detailed carvings on it. The vanilla twilight lighting made it cast an impressive shadow. Apart from that out of nowhere arch, Heather seemed to be at a plain. Around her were the occasional tuft of knee-high golden grass. Heather looked down and saw that her feet were on a dusty concrete ground. Dusty with grey cement powder.
But what made the place truly outlandish were the owls there. Owls, in hundreds, filled the sky with their brown, white and around one in ten, black feathers. The stone arch appeared to be their resting ‘bench’ -it was so crowded that some of them had even resorted to sitting on the ground. Flat land, not exactly what they liked.
Heather took in this whole scene, before noticing a witch -don’t ask how she knew, but something in Heather’s gut told her that that lady was a witch- a few feet from the arch, sitting by a charcoal black cauldron and an animated fire dancing in the breezy air.
The fire! Heather realized, and drew in a quick breath.
Indeed, it was the eternal flame. Except that over here, it burned with a brilliant white light with the slightest tinge of blue.
The witch looked up, startling Heather. Her pupils were a violent orange and amber red colour -the colour of fire. And they stared right through Heather’s warm brown ones.
A shiver ran down Heather’s spine.
by,
Violetta Westwick
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Who
Who ?
A Short Story
Heather pressed the repeat button on her iPod, to hear the too familiar rhythm at the beginning of the song. She leaned back against the chair, staring out at the rain. The song soon reached the chorus part: ‘I need a little more luck than a little bit…’ It was ‘Tongue Tied’ by Faber Drive. The lyrics suited her mood.
She continued sitting there, watching the rain as it fell, making fine streaks across the air. As she stared, she noticed a curious sight.
Right across the street, there was a vacant double-storey house. At least it was, until a few months ago, when Heather noticed that an old lady had shifted in. Nobody believed Heather though, especially her mum, when she tried to tell her. ‘If somebody had shifted in, we would know. There would’ve been delivery vans and everything. Look at the house; do you think it would still be in this condition if someone really shifted in? Do you really believe that anyone in the right mind would want to live there? Just look at it Heath!’ Heather knew better than to argue with her mum, so she just kept her mouth shut. But she did revise her observations.
Sure enough, the house didn’t look fit enough for anyone to live in. Cobwebs concealed holes that were once windows, while creepers crept on the walls, growing over the dirty paint so that the house looked like some kind of concrete plant. Two cracked pots sat on the balcony, which railings look like they could snap and fall at the slightest touch. The yard was overgrown with weeds that were waist high and towards the east was a huge maple tree that looked like it could touch the clouds if it tried hard enough. The place was eerie, and even adults, not to mention children, would cross the road to the other side when they passed.
Heather had put it behind the mind, but it was then, when she first saw the startling sight. Because there in the rain, around a blazing fire, Heather could make out a black shadow. The shadow that had a human’s outline, seemed to be warming her hands over the fire. Maybe it was the shadow, maybe it was the fire in the rain, but anyway, Heather scooped up her iPod and stuffed it into her pocket -totally forgetting her luck that day- grabbed an umbrella and went out.
She stepped across the puddles in the mud and headed to the bush where she had made a hole through it ever since she noticed that the house was inhabited and peeked through it.
Nothing strange or unusual happened at first, the lady -which Heather saw- sat as still as a statue, only moving her hands occasionally, till the song on Heather’s iPod ended. And everything happened so quickly. As Heather glanced down at the little display screen, the lady glanced up at Heather and ---
There are many mysteries in the world, and beyond it. But two things I know for sure are that the lady was a witch, and also, the last song that Heather heard was ‘Shadow of the Day’. After that incident, Heather vanished, and no one knew or suspected a thing. Those who knew her had their minds modifies and as for the fire, it was the Eternal Flame, which burns anywhere, no matter what the conditions, but only that amount.
I was the one who put out the flame - something that only two people in the world know and can do- but as for who I am, well, let’s just say that I’ll remain one of the mysteries in the world, and beyond it.
A Short Story
Heather pressed the repeat button on her iPod, to hear the too familiar rhythm at the beginning of the song. She leaned back against the chair, staring out at the rain. The song soon reached the chorus part: ‘I need a little more luck than a little bit…’ It was ‘Tongue Tied’ by Faber Drive. The lyrics suited her mood.
She continued sitting there, watching the rain as it fell, making fine streaks across the air. As she stared, she noticed a curious sight.
Right across the street, there was a vacant double-storey house. At least it was, until a few months ago, when Heather noticed that an old lady had shifted in. Nobody believed Heather though, especially her mum, when she tried to tell her. ‘If somebody had shifted in, we would know. There would’ve been delivery vans and everything. Look at the house; do you think it would still be in this condition if someone really shifted in? Do you really believe that anyone in the right mind would want to live there? Just look at it Heath!’ Heather knew better than to argue with her mum, so she just kept her mouth shut. But she did revise her observations.
Sure enough, the house didn’t look fit enough for anyone to live in. Cobwebs concealed holes that were once windows, while creepers crept on the walls, growing over the dirty paint so that the house looked like some kind of concrete plant. Two cracked pots sat on the balcony, which railings look like they could snap and fall at the slightest touch. The yard was overgrown with weeds that were waist high and towards the east was a huge maple tree that looked like it could touch the clouds if it tried hard enough. The place was eerie, and even adults, not to mention children, would cross the road to the other side when they passed.
Heather had put it behind the mind, but it was then, when she first saw the startling sight. Because there in the rain, around a blazing fire, Heather could make out a black shadow. The shadow that had a human’s outline, seemed to be warming her hands over the fire. Maybe it was the shadow, maybe it was the fire in the rain, but anyway, Heather scooped up her iPod and stuffed it into her pocket -totally forgetting her luck that day- grabbed an umbrella and went out.
She stepped across the puddles in the mud and headed to the bush where she had made a hole through it ever since she noticed that the house was inhabited and peeked through it.
Nothing strange or unusual happened at first, the lady -which Heather saw- sat as still as a statue, only moving her hands occasionally, till the song on Heather’s iPod ended. And everything happened so quickly. As Heather glanced down at the little display screen, the lady glanced up at Heather and ---
There are many mysteries in the world, and beyond it. But two things I know for sure are that the lady was a witch, and also, the last song that Heather heard was ‘Shadow of the Day’. After that incident, Heather vanished, and no one knew or suspected a thing. Those who knew her had their minds modifies and as for the fire, it was the Eternal Flame, which burns anywhere, no matter what the conditions, but only that amount.
I was the one who put out the flame - something that only two people in the world know and can do- but as for who I am, well, let’s just say that I’ll remain one of the mysteries in the world, and beyond it.
by,
Violetta Westwick
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
"What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore it knows it's not fooling a soul."
- Neil Gaiman (American Gods)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
“Look. I know what I believe. It’s in my soul. But I constantly tell our people: you should be convinced of the authenticity of what you have, but you must also be humble enough to say that we don’t know everything, we must accept that since we don’t know everything, we must accept that another person may believe something else.”
-Albert Lewis
'Have A Little Faith' page 161
We is One word
…One, as in the singular God. One, as in the Lord’s creation, Adam.
‘Ask yourself, “Why did God create but one man?”’ the Reb said wagging his finger. ‘Why, if he meant for there to be faiths bickering with each other, didn’t he create that from the start? He created trees, right? Not one tree, countless trees. Why not the same with man?
Because we are all from that one man – and all from that one God. That’s the message.’
‘Then why,’ I asked, ‘is the world so fractured?’
‘Well, you can look at it this way. Would you want the world to all look alike? No. The genius of life is its variety.
Even in our own faith, we have questions and answers, interpretations, debates. In Christianity, in Catholicism, in other faiths, the same thing –debates, interpretations. That is the beauty. It’s like being a musician. If you found the note, and you kept hitting that note all the time, you would go nuts. It’s the blending of the different notes that makes the music.’
‘The music of what?’
‘Of believing in something bigger than yourself.’
‘But what if someone from another faith won’t recognize yours? Or wants you dead for it?’
‘That is not faith. That is hate.’ He sighed. ‘And if you ask me, God sits up there and cries when that happens.’
-Have A Little Faith, page 160
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
For us, for you, for everyone
‘My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of ‘I could have, I should have.’ We can sleep in a storm. “And when it’s time, our good-byes will be complete.’
-'Have A Little Faith' by Mitch Albom, page 93
Wants
“ ‘… Having more does not keep you from wanting more.
And if you always want more – to be richer, more beautiful, more well known – you are missing the bigger picture
…
and happiness will not come.”
……
… “When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right?”
“Why?
Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say, ‘The whole world is mine.’ ”
“But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open.
Why?
Because he has learned the lesson.”
‘What lesson?’ I asked.
He scratched open his empty fingers.
“We can take nothing with us.”
-Have A Little Faith by Mitch Albom, page 101
Monday, December 7, 2009
Rich is an attained need
I read this and finished it yesterday. I realised that I prefer Gossip Girl. Though LA is probably nicer...I don't know, though I will visit there soon -as we are suppose to think like no time exists. :D
Ok, so I didn't like the ending. It's just like these 'stupid' people -Anna, in this case. Though not like technically, since she aces in all her exams (which I'm going to do. LOL! :D Just for me, I'm not up for those competition things, so if you are one of those people, stay away, and I'll stay away from you in turn.)- but what she did that I didn't like is that she literally caused her own misery!
God, they're sick, aren't they?
Then Ben would probably hook up with one of those mean girls again -I'm just guessing here as I haven't read the next book and the next next and ...- , and Anna would probably get all sad and competitive and try to snatch him back again.
And she hurt him. Just walking away like that.
Despite what people -girls, in this case- think, I think that guys have feelings too. Just probably not over the top girl-y drama queen type -and that's not all girls, just some.
Poor Ben.
LOL! Well, so I'm thinking -and what I'm trying to get across is- if you want your happiness, go after it and welcome it, not walk away when it comes to you and expect it to come again and again.
That's about all. I've got to go for lunch. Write more next time. :)
-Violetta xo
Listen to your soul
The soul is silent.
If it speaks at all
it speaks in dreams.
-Louise Gluck, Child Crying Out
Yeah. If only it explains why I have such bizarre dreams.
Though I still like them. :D
The mind of ours
" Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions. "
-Albert Einstein
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Tiny royalty and magic books
I read this a few days ago -it's my school holidays here now, in case you were wondering- and it's really nice. Really deep, which is-exactly what I like! :)
I also read Inkheart and Inkspell -currently reading Inkdeath now. They're...okay. Mostly because I think they were translated from German -you didn't know that, did you? I didn't too- and along the way, might have lost their 'special' taste.
But they have good suspense.
I guess, for if they didn't, I would've quitted a long time ago.
But Inkdeath is good! Read it, if you can. :)
I do style, not fashion
An outfit I wore a while ago.
I actually just threw on a blouse (with Alice in Wonderland, the Mad-hatter and the Cheshire cat and a saying 'We're All A Little Mad' under the pictures) and a Fiorucci three-quarter pants of mine on and voila!
:)
18-century snobs
I finally finished 'Pride and Prejudice' a few days ago. LOL! Took me long enough, it did. I actually started reading it about a year ago, and I thought that I would have to conquer it to be able to finish it.
But that wasn't really necessary. I enjoyed it immensely, savoured the lovely language and words Jane Austen used, was fascinated by Elizabeth and Darcy, and in whole, love the whole story!
If you haven't read it, I suggest that you do -if you like reading.
But for this book -the unabridged one- you will need a lot of concentration and cannot really skim over the words.
Or maybe it was just me. :)
Meteor bombarding the skies
One of my newest designs.
Not that I have that much nowadays. I'm really trying to catch up on my studies -lame, I know. But it's one of the only ways. :)
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