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I honestly don't get it...No really I don't understand it? How is it at all appealing? Now I know I should tell you first what the hell i am going on about but blimey these questions run through my head EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. What the hell is so appealing about somebody's ass...I'm not gonna lie I have a booty, its part of my figure...but does that give it reason for guys to go slapping it all of the BLOODY time.
Honestly what is it...its just another part of the body to me but for them is it the curve, the shape? Like boobs...is it some biological thing going on in their hormones.

Sorry another rant, from not a happy camper.

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I wonder...

I wonder what the world would look like if skys were green and grass was blue
I wonder what the world would be like if people really said what was on their minds
I wonder what the world would be like if people weren't addicted to technology
I wonder what the world would look like if a bomb was never let off
I wonder what the world would be like if nobody fought for what they wanted
I wonder what the world would be like if man never found out what fire was
I wonder what the world would be like if wars weren't a solution for disagreements
I wonder what life would be like if we slept in the day and lived at night
I wonder what life would be like if people were as easy as a book to read
I wonder what life would be like if men were once again chivalrous
I wonder what the world would like if everyone took their masks off...what would be discovered underneath

It'd be pretty damn different.

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TYPES

Yeah the content of this blog may be getting boring for some...I can't do much about it I'm afraid as I post things as they come in MY life.

I had a shit day yesterday as you can tell by my posts...and if you couldn't well I did. But they have nothing to do with what happened yesterday.
So I will tell you what happened.
Yesterday I was hanging out with a guy at rehearsals and he is somewhat a user/player, using all his tricks on every girl. How I know he said similar things to my friends and then to me...Geez this guy must be so original.
Anyway my values don't allow me to get used and this made him say "You are such a good girl" and I was like "Yes I am" and he was then "Guys don't like good girls" and this frustrated me just  a tad. He made it out like if I don't let him do what he wanted then I won't ever get a guy...anyway to that I said, "You know what I really don't care." and walked off.

Now I had respect for this guy...unfortunately. I actually respected him because I thought somehow he respected me as a friend. Someone that could just chill. I walked up to him then and asked "So do you only like girls for their body?" and he replied yes which I then said curtly "At least your honest"

I'm sorry if I'm wrong but I'm gonna give the other sex a chance here...this guy just typecasted all guys...now people say Oh she/he isn't my type...I honestly thing that is a load of bullshit. Well for me it is anyway. Because I don't have a 'type'. I see everybody as individuals, no matter their looks and personality I give each a fair and equal chance to show me who they really are. Because honestly people may be similar but their not the same for different reasons. So some people are good girls because of religion then I who it is one of my values, to not put myself out there for a guy to use like their personal trophy/object. Other people are like that for reasons, some known and unknown to me...but it is their individual way.

Sorry for the rant....actually no I'm not sorry.

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BACK IN MY SHELL I GO

I've been poked too many times

A little about love...

Love is grief,
It's never simple nor brief.
It claws its talons in
and holds on so deep
that you can only surrender
or it won't let go.

Cupids bow is the Grim Reaper's scythe,
It's each one's favorite blythe.
Can do anything, pierce or cut
but its target is the heart
and either way it punishes
and kills but that's only the start.

First comes the shock,
The period that knocks
the breath out of you.
You can't believe the feeling
Its sort of tingly and profound
You never thought it was around.

Then the crying.
Night sets to dawn and your still bawling.
Helpless, Anxious and Confused.
You don't know what comes next
You don't know what to do.
But you know in the end you'll lose.

The next thing thats dawning
Is the huge period of mourning.
The heartache of what you have lost,
But you know you have to cross,
It is never wanted or easy
But life wasn't supposed to be breezy

It leaves you hanging,
In a sort of limbo.
The emotions are hot and alive
and you love all the butterflies.
But then the angst and despair
when you know he really doesn't care.

After the mourning
and the feelings that were dawning.
A bitter residue is left behind
As he closes his eyes and says goodbye.
For the last time.
You are standing there,
In the cold, winter open air.

Trust in the world has flown
And you are back to square one.
Looking down at the coffin
Open it up and look in.
And through the dim
You see your body within.

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Fat Days

Seriously there is nothing else you can call them. Its just the name of the feeling of some days. You wake up and put on some clothes and you feel ugly and fat. Now I'm not much of a superficial person, but everyone has those days, where they wish it would end.
I had one today, even though I got my hair done by a hairdresser at the appointment, but i felt all over yuck. God hopefully tomorrow is better.

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More Pics

This is Bega...yes Bega is famous for Bega. But though it is the land of cheese these pictures capture its tranquility, serenity and reminds me of the British shows. or Pride and Prejudice something like that.

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