The title of this blog is from an old chinese proverb and the reason I like it (in which I wholly understand if you laugh or mock me or click the 'X' button at the top right hand corner of this screen, for this) is because it is about a songbird. Understandably, you will all either have an image of a bird, with musical notes weirdly floating precariously around the perimeter of it's head, its eyes dramatically staring upwards, in odd and freaky contentment, or, alternatively, Fleetwood Mac will be wildy raging at each other in your mind, about to go, (or they could already be going, I mean, how can we tell?) all, well, Fleetwood Maccish. But not me, myself and I - speak of the devil, the image that sparkles into my mind is that of a green canvas with an orange slushie and in bold white writing, 'SONGBIRD'. And, obviously, a slight, quickly-push-out-of-my-mind-before-i-die-from-eye-candy-overload-and-people-dont-think-im-gay-even-though-i-quite-possibly-am-for-santana snippet of a stunner of a girl crying from declaring her love for her bessie mate. But enough of that. Everyone knows my feelings for that slice of eye candy. PHWOOAAARRRRR i wants to get my santana on. This post has purely been inspired by - actually - J-Lo and her babe of a song 'I'm Into You'. This song makes me dance like nobody is watching. And after realising that it did this to me, I switched on my lappy, opened up the ol' iTunes, crashed on my playlist entitled 'Dreaming of a little Glee' (which, to all of you readers shaking your head in shame, or quite possibly, disgust, does not contain all 'Glee Cast' songs. It also includes people like Selena Gomez - stop shaking your head - and Matthew Morrison.... who is - dammit - arguably gleeish) and out from my crappy, this-song-sounds-like-tin, speakers sung all those lovely people's covers of classics like 'Take Me Or Leave Me' and 'Marry You'. Then I danced again. And this kind of dancing, I realised, really cleanes the most wounded of souls. You see dancing everywhere you go in life, in every different culture and in every different race. When I went to Morocco, our song and dance lasted 2 minutes (a quick - awful - rendition of S Club 7's classic 'reach') whereas the beautiful berbers of northern Africa performed a song and dance that lasted 45 minutes, in which we simply moved slowly round a massive circle, clapping our hands and mumbling something that, we think, went along the lines of 'eeehhhhh, maaaahhhh, yeeehhhh, laaaahhhh'. Terrible as it sounds, it was so much fun and immensely entertaining - bar the fact the stone floor was about -60 degrees C and our bare feet could not take longer than the 45 minutes in which we participated. And then when I thought about Morocco, I thought about the lovely guide we had, who was the spitting image of Ben Affleck but was dissapointingly actually called Hamid whose-last-name-we-didn't-catch. He must be one of life's living angels. He was so selfless and wanted to join in with everything us English country bumpkins did. We tought him how to sing S Club 7 - highly educational - we spoke to him about the laws in England and then how they differed from the laws in Morocco and we taught him our language whilst he taught us theirs - and more importantly, how to write it (on a stray peice of cardboard in which he slept on in the dessert). He was lovely and he cooked us the most delicious meals. It is people like Hamid and experiences like Morocco, that help us to live life well again. Helping the little nomad children who had nothing but a goat, by teaching them how to throw and catch (albeit with a srunched up peice of kitchen foil) and playing hide and seek with just your hands taught me so much not only about myself but about the way in which people communicate. Everybody adores dancing - it is a way of communication. It releases so many happy feelings inside you which allow you to be set free for a while. You cannot help but smile when you dance and everyone around you has a good time.
So hooray for dancing. Hooray for Hamid's dance. And hooray for Naya's dance. The best dance.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMX1PKR6-RE
A little place where I can drink milk from strawberry laces.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Friday, 20 May 2011
"I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled the one who could brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own."
I can keep your secrets
I can try and hide your cigarettes
But I'll never be able
To hide every sharp object
The worlds not as cold as you think
And you're not as alone as you feel
The first cuts never the deepest
But some wounds they never heal
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
You're hurting on the inside, why scar the outside?
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time
I don't understand how someone with the loudest laugh
Can feel the way you do
When you smile it means the world
But I can see right through
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
You're hurting on the inside, why scar the outside?
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time
It's not your fault
Don't blame it on yourself
It's never been your fault
Now you're just hurting everyone else
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
You're hurting on the inside, why scar the outside?
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
Your hurting on the inside why scar the outside
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time.
These lyrics, for some reason, really got to me when I first saw them and when I first heard the song. The song is called Sharp Objects by an Australian girl called Alex Robotham and it's just beautiful. These are the type of songs that need writing and being sung to the world - not just to the singer/songwriter's who listen to them. It's funny how she describes the person as having the "loudest laugh" and a smile that "means the world"; sadness and anxiety can often be disguised in the shape of laughter and a painted smile.
I can try and hide your cigarettes
But I'll never be able
To hide every sharp object
The worlds not as cold as you think
And you're not as alone as you feel
The first cuts never the deepest
But some wounds they never heal
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
You're hurting on the inside, why scar the outside?
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time
I don't understand how someone with the loudest laugh
Can feel the way you do
When you smile it means the world
But I can see right through
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
You're hurting on the inside, why scar the outside?
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time
It's not your fault
Don't blame it on yourself
It's never been your fault
Now you're just hurting everyone else
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
You're hurting on the inside, why scar the outside?
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time
You don't have to bleed to feel alive
Your hurting on the inside why scar the outside
I know you're scared but your scaring me this time.
These lyrics, for some reason, really got to me when I first saw them and when I first heard the song. The song is called Sharp Objects by an Australian girl called Alex Robotham and it's just beautiful. These are the type of songs that need writing and being sung to the world - not just to the singer/songwriter's who listen to them. It's funny how she describes the person as having the "loudest laugh" and a smile that "means the world"; sadness and anxiety can often be disguised in the shape of laughter and a painted smile.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
The one thing hurting people simply want to hear from another hurting person.
“You’re okay.”
He said, taking my delicateness in his arms and my vulnerability in his hands.
“You’re okay.”
Saturday, 14 May 2011
"when life gives you lemons, make lemonade."
It takes time to understand how to make lemonade out of something so bitter and so, generally, fruitless and often we do not possess that time. It is a luxury we sometimes have to live without and living without it can result in, occasionally, consequences which cannot be removed for perhaps a lifetime – but only if we let them. It is at these times when we have to find something and hold onto it for dear life – treasure it and never let it go. This is when your strength can actually begin to be truthfully tested. And I believe that strength can be found anywhere. In other words, to find something is to keep going - and that something is Strength.
Strengths can come and go and be emphasised or lined out at any time. They can suddenly lose you and this can bring horrific sadness, or perhaps shadowed hope that life sucks and there is no point to it anymore. However, if it is an honest strength – if it is genuine and truthful – it will always return; once pen touches paper it cannot reform to its original appearance. No matter how many times you think you have lost your strength, it will always come back to you because it believes in you.
Strengths, I think, can bring you dreams and it is dreams that fuel the fire. From October 2009 to about November 2010, I believe I survived what I think was the first toughest time of my life so far. During this time, one by one, I discovered five very different things that would soon turn out to be my strengths.
The first was one that I lost at the start and that was ‘The Saturdays’ fandom. It may be a laughable matter that this band and their fandom means so much to me but from what I can see, and from what I can tell, without them, I wouldn’t have had one of the best days in a long, long while. The Girls know who they are and they also know that whether I am speaking to them on tinychat or pegging it across Oxford with half eaten McDonalds, just to hear Frankie tell us that we all need to buy decent coats, I am content and I am away from whatever trouble is threatening the making of my lemonade. I am glad that I met them and I am glad that I have that day in Oxford as a keepsake. Arguably, this could be seen as a separate strength but I found this at the same time as the fandom so I’m going to count it as one. The musical, Wicked, is something that I will never be able to fully appreciate. Every time I see it, something different always, always shows up and the performers never, ever fail to impress, inspire and irrevocably shake me. I will never forget my first time seeing that show, and I will never forget the first time I sat at the front (well, second row – close enough).
The second strength I came across was someone who is now known as my mother’s second son. We didn’t meet in the greatest of circumstances and the first month of knowing him was slightly harder than it should have been, but I was meant to know this person and so here I stand a year later, pledging my gratitude for his presence in my lemonade-making. He knows me almost too well and because of this he now treats me like a younger sister and therefore I am continuously teased about my (to him) strange and unhealthy obsessions with certain things such as Higher singers and loser show choirs. Anyone? I also lost this guy last summer but basically, as I said above, he is a genuine strength to me and I need him in my life and I guess I am lucky in saying he came back and we are really close again. I love him, even if he does insist on calling me gay (really?) and being so competitive on certain home gaming activities. Brilliant.
My third discovery of strength was, as my second strength mocks me about, the loser show choir programme about a glee club called New Directions. I have been temporarily captivated by certain shows in the past but never to the extent that this one does. I can’t even begin to express my idolisation of what the show stands for and how they represent that through their characters and the actors who play those characters. You may think me shallow and “so twenty-first century” for saying this, but the characters, from where I’m standing, are heroes. The show acknowledges and respectfully explores bullying, drinking, peer pressure, eating disorders, sexuality, religion, mental illness, race, death, bereavement, cancer and marriage with such a warm and accepting embrace that it is almost impossible not to fall in love with what it stands for. Never mind the singing and dancing and the ‘gleeified’ gloss that the show is finished off with – look past it and see a detailed portrayal of a culture and a society in which we are all trying to make lemonade from. We are all losers. And that is why this is my third strength. And I can tell you wanna be a loser like me. I can tell.
My fourth is perhaps the brightest in terms of freshness and colour; it really helped to lay a hand on the grave of damn sadness. It involves two people – one of which is a fellow midget of mine and the other, a selfless and wonderful Les Mis’ lover with the most hilarious natural sense of humour and comedy timing. Both have brought with them a kind of consistency that I think was lacking before. I could not have come to school every day this last school year without knowing I was going to see Melissa’s beautiful (if not rapey) face to greet me and Sam’s cheerful smile and rainbow coloured shoes to lighten the morning first thing. I have never made the trek into town with these two as often as I have this last year and more than absolutely anything, I thank them for finding my laugh again. They say that a day is mostly wasted if it does not hold at least one laugh and I had plenty of those before I met these two. They’ve added the sugar to my lemonade.
And the final strength is one in which I didn’t realise I had all along. I thought they weren’t helping at all and I truly believed this until my mum met this springer spaniel called Ralph. The dog wasn’t actually the specific and main reason, it’s just that, for me, he seemed to bring the family together and I began thinking that actually, my mum does know best and I saw that her happiness encouraged both my sister’s happiness which sparked my brother’s happiness, making my dad even more happy. And as I stopped to think about the things they have all told me, I began to think of everything my wider family has told me and then to my chosen family - my best friends and my blood sisters. And onto my pets, my baby boy Scooby and my little girl, Lucia - even my six chickens, Minge, Tesco, Genie, Nala, Brittany and Santana and to Ralph, the little dog that made me realise. My family is my biggest strength-giver and for me, they provide not only the fizz to my lemonade, but the tall, straight glass, the chilled, crisp ice, the curly whirly multicoloured straw and perhaps, if I’m lucky, the newly sprouted, lush green sprig of freshly picked mint.... (from my dad’s garden, naturally).
“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.”
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
"the course of true love never did run smooth"
Thanks be to God Love Actually for informing the world that love, actually, is all around us. Love can also be lost if we do not handle it correctly; it can dissapear in a matter of moments and along with it, goes it's memory and it's comforting, and highly winter-warming aura. But love can actually be at its most powerful when it has been lost and then rediscovered. And this is what gives us, as a race, hope and the strength to love again, in that we will remember what is always, always going to keep our world moving.
Love can be seen in so many wonderful and heartbreaking shapes and forms, it is difficult to know which love we are treasuring and which love we are craving. There is the love of a sibling - be it a brother or a sister - both types of love are proufoundly seperate. There is the love of a parents, and likewise, be it a mother or a father, we will naturally behave and respond to the love we feel for them in different ways because they are both entirely different types of love. There is the love we feel for an animal whether it is a loving pet, or an unfortunate 'stumble-accross' whilst out walking in the gentle summer breeze. Another love is the type we feel for each other - our friends. Even if we do not know someone, if put in a life or death situation, ultimately we would experience the natural instinct to help - to help others. We are told this every day and no matter how selfish people presume or imagine themselves to be, that can all change in an instance for that is the power of love. It is not the feeling we get when we think about the word 'love' but it is the sense that with anything, we want to help them. We are driven through fear and therefore we are heavily dependable on love. Because love is what keeps us going.
Love can be expressed in any form; there is absolutely no way that love cannot be portrayed. Scriptwriters and songwriters, novelists and poets, painters and chefs, actors and carpenters - everyone - has been inspired and influenced by the feeling and the general experience of love itself. Think of all the beautiful films in which love has been depectied and in all the many, many different ways:
Disney's Pocahontas: "I'd rather die tomorrow, than live a hundred years without knowing you."
Peter Pan: "You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting."
The Wizard of Oz: "Hearts will never be practical, until they are made unbreakable."
Titanic: "A woman's heart is an ocean of secrets."
Glee: "I love you. I don't wanna be with Sam, or Finn, or any of those other guys. I just want you."
The Notebook: "It wasn't over for me. It still isn't over."
Dirty Dancing: "Most of all, I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you."
Taylor Swift 'Crazier': "I was trying to fly but I couldn't find wings, then you came along and you changed everything."
Shakespeare: "Shall I compare thee to a summers day?"
Love is everywhere. I know this was obvious before but without sounding too naive, it comforts me. Love is a massive word and is something that cannot be defined in several seconds. It takes time, just as it takes to grown and develop. Because that's when it is special.
I want to fall in love. I understand that 'I want' doesn't always 'get', but I do. I want to know what it feels like to be absolutely head over heels, besotted and irrevocably soul-intertwined with someone else who completely understands you and etternally accepts you for exactly who you are and what you stand for. Maybe I should blame my childhood interests and obbsessions (Disney) for my dreams and hopes about love but if my mother is anything to go by, I know that love can arise more than once and just as incredibly overpowering and passionately as the first time. I read all these delicious stories and poems about women who feel "inextricably attatched" and "overwhelmingly relieved" when they discover love. I hope that there is someone in this big and crazy world who will take me for who I am and look past the tatooed mistakes and solely see someone who wants to be held without asking why. And I wish that for everyone, because everyone deserves to experience love. It shouldn't be bruised and it shouldn't be mistreated, but it is, and it cannot be helped. I love that there is over 6 billion people out there in the world who could be your soulmate. And I love that they could be anyone. Absolutely anyone. And everyone (yes, everyone David Cameron), should have the freedom to express their love for whoever that is in their own, personal way. Love is something which shouldn't be restricted and held back because when it is, no wonder we are left with conflict.
Love is a treasure which cannot be buried.
Love can be seen in so many wonderful and heartbreaking shapes and forms, it is difficult to know which love we are treasuring and which love we are craving. There is the love of a sibling - be it a brother or a sister - both types of love are proufoundly seperate. There is the love of a parents, and likewise, be it a mother or a father, we will naturally behave and respond to the love we feel for them in different ways because they are both entirely different types of love. There is the love we feel for an animal whether it is a loving pet, or an unfortunate 'stumble-accross' whilst out walking in the gentle summer breeze. Another love is the type we feel for each other - our friends. Even if we do not know someone, if put in a life or death situation, ultimately we would experience the natural instinct to help - to help others. We are told this every day and no matter how selfish people presume or imagine themselves to be, that can all change in an instance for that is the power of love. It is not the feeling we get when we think about the word 'love' but it is the sense that with anything, we want to help them. We are driven through fear and therefore we are heavily dependable on love. Because love is what keeps us going.
Love can be expressed in any form; there is absolutely no way that love cannot be portrayed. Scriptwriters and songwriters, novelists and poets, painters and chefs, actors and carpenters - everyone - has been inspired and influenced by the feeling and the general experience of love itself. Think of all the beautiful films in which love has been depectied and in all the many, many different ways:
Disney's Pocahontas: "I'd rather die tomorrow, than live a hundred years without knowing you."
Peter Pan: "You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting."
The Wizard of Oz: "Hearts will never be practical, until they are made unbreakable."
Titanic: "A woman's heart is an ocean of secrets."
Glee: "I love you. I don't wanna be with Sam, or Finn, or any of those other guys. I just want you."
The Notebook: "It wasn't over for me. It still isn't over."
Dirty Dancing: "Most of all, I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you."
Taylor Swift 'Crazier': "I was trying to fly but I couldn't find wings, then you came along and you changed everything."
Shakespeare: "Shall I compare thee to a summers day?"
Love is everywhere. I know this was obvious before but without sounding too naive, it comforts me. Love is a massive word and is something that cannot be defined in several seconds. It takes time, just as it takes to grown and develop. Because that's when it is special.
I want to fall in love. I understand that 'I want' doesn't always 'get', but I do. I want to know what it feels like to be absolutely head over heels, besotted and irrevocably soul-intertwined with someone else who completely understands you and etternally accepts you for exactly who you are and what you stand for. Maybe I should blame my childhood interests and obbsessions (Disney) for my dreams and hopes about love but if my mother is anything to go by, I know that love can arise more than once and just as incredibly overpowering and passionately as the first time. I read all these delicious stories and poems about women who feel "inextricably attatched" and "overwhelmingly relieved" when they discover love. I hope that there is someone in this big and crazy world who will take me for who I am and look past the tatooed mistakes and solely see someone who wants to be held without asking why. And I wish that for everyone, because everyone deserves to experience love. It shouldn't be bruised and it shouldn't be mistreated, but it is, and it cannot be helped. I love that there is over 6 billion people out there in the world who could be your soulmate. And I love that they could be anyone. Absolutely anyone. And everyone (yes, everyone David Cameron), should have the freedom to express their love for whoever that is in their own, personal way. Love is something which shouldn't be restricted and held back because when it is, no wonder we are left with conflict.
Love is a treasure which cannot be buried.
Monday, 2 May 2011
Who is David Cameron?
First off, just because I have gay friends and I am a huge shipper of Britanna does not mean I am biased towards completely hating what David Cameron has recently said. What he has said, in my opinion (many will not agree), is universally wrong and something young people, who look up to David Cameron, should not be hearing. They should be allowed to make up their own minds and in their own time. To say that we should ban gay on-screen kisses is one of the most ignorant and oblivious statements I have ever heard. I understand that it can be hard and/or uncomfortable for someone to watch an on-screen gay kiss because they are not used to seeing it publically and because it wrongly fits into the taboo category, but if it is that bad for them they shouldn't watch it - it is not aimed at them. Gay people are portrayed in the media because they are portraying reality - the world we live in today. It is okay for them to laugh at such stereotyped gay characters such as the likes of My Best Friends Wedding and Kurt in Glee but as soon as it all gets serious and something physical happens on-screen, everyone goes stupidly mad. Think how hard it must be for all the people in the world who completely recognise in themselves that something is wrong - or "not normal" - because society and David Cameron tell them that men like women and women like men. It must be SO hard for gay people to come out, no wonder they struggle! No wonder they all stay closeted for such lengths of time and go on to marry in such pain purley to be 'accepted'. Thank god for films such as Brokeback Mountain and Glee. We shouldn't stop gay kisses because people aren't going to find them more comfortable if we do that. They need to see what actually happens in real life. We can't stay hidden in this protected bubble in which we listen to exactly what we're told and do exactly what others say. I know it's hard for many people to accept that but gay people aren't going anywhere and I think it's about time that this society - and gay Davod Cameron - sorted it out. For once, some media professionals may have done it right.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
An ode to the women who inspire me
Okay, so this writing of odes has been inspired by a girl who I will be ackowledging in this post. I read both of hers and I thought it was a wonderful way to express my feelings and love for those who help me search for the next rainbow whenever the last one disapears. Some of these women I know more than I know many things and some of them I have never met but purely by their talent and their demenours presented in their interviews and their performance, they paint a near perfect picture of what life can be about - if we choose it to be that way. And one thing these women all have in common? Beauty. Not in the physical sense (although all of them do in my personal opinion) but in the sense that their words and their actions mean more than the way they look. All of them are also successful. Now I hate it when all people care about is being successful but so many interpret that as money and being "loaded." I don't. Success is when you achieve something that only you understand as a goal you needed to achieve - it is something that brings you the deepest of joys and the most beautiful happiness, especially at that moment of realisation - the moment when you take a second to breathe and it suddenly dawns on you that you have done it. My driving instructor once said to me that I can "do it. Whatever 'It' may be." I'm going to take him up on that with the help of these wonderful, beautiful ladies. I'm going to start with no one in particular - just whoever pops into my mind as I write passionately along.
To Naya Rivera (to most of you, she is known as Santana on Glee). I can only judge on what I have seen of this amazing girl on interviews and random clips on YouTube, but from what I can tell, she just seems to be one of the most witty and delightful people on this planet. How one woman can be so inextricably charming is beyond the stretches of my comprehension. And for the most part, I tend to go on her unbelievable string of talents and even then, I still fail to mirror her phenomenal sense of 'this is life, let's go for it' kind of attitude. Her voice is just exceptional and I thank God that she has been promoted in Glee and her dancing skills just take everyone by utter surprise - The Naya Dance will forever cheer me up when I am down. And to simply mention her acting is ignorant of me, however to say all that I'd like to say about her interpretation of Santana, I would probably have to write at least more than three posts. The way she has developed that character and allowed her to be deeper than what people expect from Glee is something that I admire to an extent that flies off the chart. She is incredible and more than anything, her charm that is portrayed though the media is something that just has to be respected.
To The Saturdays. Without this band, cheesy and sad as it all sounds, I would never, never have progressed as far as I have with recent battles. Their constant commitment to their work and to their love of singing has got them to such amazing places and even though they feel they havent reached the pinicle by achieving a number one, their personalitites make them so much more than just another girl band. They are saviours and however much my family think it is unhealthy of me to 'obsess' over a group of girls I don't even know, even though they have no idea, The Saturdays have helped me more than a lot of people closer to me than them. Their weekly flips concerning their hilarious antics keep me going every week, knowing on Saturday, I will get to indulge in someone else's joyful lifestyle and their forever upbeat attitudes, espeically Mollie's, enlightens me to a degree I never knew possible. Every time I have met Rochelle, she just defines the word 'Beautiful'. She constantly thinks of the people that look up to her and that alone is something to be admired. And without Vanessa, I would never have met five of the most loveliest people I have ever met. I know my sisters think I am pathetic and sad, but meeting five other girls who adore the same people I do and getting to meet those people with them and having hysterical laughing fits with them made me happier than I have felt in some time. I was able to relax and know that I wasn't going to be mocked by anyone. I may not be such a defined member of Baby Team Ness nowadays due to my focus on my final school year but there will never be a time when I don't hear a Sats song or read a Team Ness tweet and not smile and be content for a second or more purely because of the personalities of everyone I have ever met during my Sats craze.
To Stephanie (Sinead off Hollyoaks). I don't think I have ever spazzed so much when this girl tweeted me. I have loved this girl and her talent ever since she was on Over The Rainbow. Sadness and tears doesn't even begin to describe how I felt when she was knocked out of the competition but now I look back on that time and feel such contentment and peace. Stephanie will always have that young girl attitude towards life and her gratitude towards her career take-off and success is so overwhelmingly beautiful that I am blown away by how good she actually is. She can sing, she can act and her dancing is just amazing. How someone can be SO talented is simply fantastic and something I wish I could have but for now I am just happy seeing Stephanie's happiness peak through in her performances on Hollyoaks.
To Marny Kennedy, the girl who inspired this post. She may be younger than me but it makes her no exception to the fact that I look up to her in every way possible. First off, she speaks and writes so fluently and so irrevocably beautifully, that I cannot help but feel inspired to constantly write and write about everything and anything. I am just in awe of her. She represents the perfect kind of life that I would love to lead - she cycles to her favourite cafe and she still manages to go to school on top of acting in the most delightful of programmes. I recently saw her dancing in her new TV show and she was brilliant at that as well.
To my twin sister, Rosie. I have written about her before but there is no doubt that however much we argue and however much she thinks I am sad and pathetic and that she thinks I am my own worst enemy, she is still this person that if taken away I would not actually know what to do with myself.
And finally to my cousin, Nancy. She is my best friend and I could not live without this girl. We can be stupid around each other and we can be serious. But most of all she takes me to a place, unconsciously, where I can cleanse myself and forget about what I have to deal with. I can heal when I am with her because she provides a place where I can live like there is no tomorrow.
And all these beautiful women provide this place, just in their own way, and without even knowing they are doing it. They bring with them time to learn to love again and learn to remember what life means to me. And even though I haven't figured that out yet, I know that whatever it turns out to be, my biggest aim is to be successful - to feel that feeling of realisation which brings happiness, contentment and joy in which I, and everybody else out there, longs to experience. So thank you Naya, The Saturdays, Stephanie, Marny, Rosie and Nancy for unconsciously standing as my stepping stones, as I pave my way through this turbulent and adventurous thing that God gave us, called Life. It is a gift and I thank you for being the hands that wrapped it so carefully.
To Naya Rivera (to most of you, she is known as Santana on Glee). I can only judge on what I have seen of this amazing girl on interviews and random clips on YouTube, but from what I can tell, she just seems to be one of the most witty and delightful people on this planet. How one woman can be so inextricably charming is beyond the stretches of my comprehension. And for the most part, I tend to go on her unbelievable string of talents and even then, I still fail to mirror her phenomenal sense of 'this is life, let's go for it' kind of attitude. Her voice is just exceptional and I thank God that she has been promoted in Glee and her dancing skills just take everyone by utter surprise - The Naya Dance will forever cheer me up when I am down. And to simply mention her acting is ignorant of me, however to say all that I'd like to say about her interpretation of Santana, I would probably have to write at least more than three posts. The way she has developed that character and allowed her to be deeper than what people expect from Glee is something that I admire to an extent that flies off the chart. She is incredible and more than anything, her charm that is portrayed though the media is something that just has to be respected.
To The Saturdays. Without this band, cheesy and sad as it all sounds, I would never, never have progressed as far as I have with recent battles. Their constant commitment to their work and to their love of singing has got them to such amazing places and even though they feel they havent reached the pinicle by achieving a number one, their personalitites make them so much more than just another girl band. They are saviours and however much my family think it is unhealthy of me to 'obsess' over a group of girls I don't even know, even though they have no idea, The Saturdays have helped me more than a lot of people closer to me than them. Their weekly flips concerning their hilarious antics keep me going every week, knowing on Saturday, I will get to indulge in someone else's joyful lifestyle and their forever upbeat attitudes, espeically Mollie's, enlightens me to a degree I never knew possible. Every time I have met Rochelle, she just defines the word 'Beautiful'. She constantly thinks of the people that look up to her and that alone is something to be admired. And without Vanessa, I would never have met five of the most loveliest people I have ever met. I know my sisters think I am pathetic and sad, but meeting five other girls who adore the same people I do and getting to meet those people with them and having hysterical laughing fits with them made me happier than I have felt in some time. I was able to relax and know that I wasn't going to be mocked by anyone. I may not be such a defined member of Baby Team Ness nowadays due to my focus on my final school year but there will never be a time when I don't hear a Sats song or read a Team Ness tweet and not smile and be content for a second or more purely because of the personalities of everyone I have ever met during my Sats craze.
To Stephanie (Sinead off Hollyoaks). I don't think I have ever spazzed so much when this girl tweeted me. I have loved this girl and her talent ever since she was on Over The Rainbow. Sadness and tears doesn't even begin to describe how I felt when she was knocked out of the competition but now I look back on that time and feel such contentment and peace. Stephanie will always have that young girl attitude towards life and her gratitude towards her career take-off and success is so overwhelmingly beautiful that I am blown away by how good she actually is. She can sing, she can act and her dancing is just amazing. How someone can be SO talented is simply fantastic and something I wish I could have but for now I am just happy seeing Stephanie's happiness peak through in her performances on Hollyoaks.
To Marny Kennedy, the girl who inspired this post. She may be younger than me but it makes her no exception to the fact that I look up to her in every way possible. First off, she speaks and writes so fluently and so irrevocably beautifully, that I cannot help but feel inspired to constantly write and write about everything and anything. I am just in awe of her. She represents the perfect kind of life that I would love to lead - she cycles to her favourite cafe and she still manages to go to school on top of acting in the most delightful of programmes. I recently saw her dancing in her new TV show and she was brilliant at that as well.
To my twin sister, Rosie. I have written about her before but there is no doubt that however much we argue and however much she thinks I am sad and pathetic and that she thinks I am my own worst enemy, she is still this person that if taken away I would not actually know what to do with myself.
And finally to my cousin, Nancy. She is my best friend and I could not live without this girl. We can be stupid around each other and we can be serious. But most of all she takes me to a place, unconsciously, where I can cleanse myself and forget about what I have to deal with. I can heal when I am with her because she provides a place where I can live like there is no tomorrow.
And all these beautiful women provide this place, just in their own way, and without even knowing they are doing it. They bring with them time to learn to love again and learn to remember what life means to me. And even though I haven't figured that out yet, I know that whatever it turns out to be, my biggest aim is to be successful - to feel that feeling of realisation which brings happiness, contentment and joy in which I, and everybody else out there, longs to experience. So thank you Naya, The Saturdays, Stephanie, Marny, Rosie and Nancy for unconsciously standing as my stepping stones, as I pave my way through this turbulent and adventurous thing that God gave us, called Life. It is a gift and I thank you for being the hands that wrapped it so carefully.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Glee Brittana Story
Oh wow. Oh wow oh wow. I never throught that Glee could ever move below the comedic surface that brings it so much success. But it has. And it just did. And now I have realised that it is not the comedy or the humour that the characters bring to the show with the songs they sing and the stereotypes they hold that brings the show so much success - it is the way they so effectively capture every day issues and teenage feelings and portray them in a way that gives so many people, feeling the exact same thing, hope and the promise that they are not alone. So many fans of the show can relate to whatever it is the characters are going through and none of this was proved seriously until the episode, 'Sexy', was aired.
The episode features a couple of scenes with Brittany and Santana disscussing their friendship with one another and its not until Holly Holiday returns that Santana finally allows herself to admit not just to her friend but to herself that she has feelings for Brittany. I have always been one for wearing my heart on my sleeve when it comes to emotion and this episode was no different. Half way through, Santana sings 'Landslide' to Brittany, with the help of Holly. During the whole song, Santana finds it hard to keep her tears inside and they eventually tumble out of her and you can almost feel the relief she experiences at that moment in time. The second most touching scene between the two was the scene where Santana full on confides in Brittany and opens up about what she is feeling. ("What I realised is why I'm such a bitch all the time. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry because I have all of these feelings. Feelings for you which I'm afraid to deal with because I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences. I wanna be with you but I'm afraid of the talks, the looks...I'm so afraid of what everyone will say behind my back. Still, I have to accept that I love you. I love YOU and I dont wanna be with Sam, or Finn, any of those other guys. I just want you. Please say you love me back. Please.") For Santana, these words are seriously hard to speak - she never opens up about anything and always uses her defensive attitude to aviod accepting who she is.
I have so much respect for Glee now. I think it is so refreshing and so good of them to explore not only gay love but lesbian love. As a society, we are SO wary of using that word. We avoid it as much as we can because it seems that being a gay girl is far more 'wrong' than being a gay boy. Male gays are far more accepted, which is fantastic, but I think what Glee proves to everyone, is that they are not afraid to step on the dogdy ground that is female gay love. As Pink once said, 'You can't move mountains just by whispering at them'. And what was ever better about this episode is the way teenage girl's feelings were depicted. Santana is ovbiously in so much pain; she has no idea how to react to the feelings she is experiencing, let alone express them. And that's when mistakes are made because we are not in control of them and she reacts defensively because she can be in control of that instead. I love how much hope this will bring to the teenage girls who are also going through what Santana is going through. Apparently, so many have said that the episode helped them come out and I think that is such a positive thing. We can't dodge around the subject anymore - it is there, in front of us and all around us, as much as grass is around cows. It's what's creating the new generation and we have to embrace it and try and accept everything that young people feel nowadays. Because if you are going through what Santana is going through, then I think it must be one of the hardest experiences ever. And I feel for all who are going through it and they all need to know that it doesn't matter what everyone thinks you are, it is actually who you are. And I don't think it matters why you feel what you do, because you do and you can't change it, I think it matters more about what you feel and who you feel for. Who cares if they're the same sex or not? If you care for them and if you love them, that's all that matters. Love is such a messed around and played with word (for lack of other ways to describe it) that it makes it so much harder for people to admit stuff to themselves and accept themselves for who they are and what they feel. You can love anyone and anything and this has to be known. And it has to be accepted.
And all credit to Naya Rivera for her completely amazing and honest portrayl of someone feeling the things Santana is feeling. If not for her, I don't believe the episode would have had nearly the same effect as it has done. It was so touching and so truthful. She played it so beautifully that I even felt her pain and I am not even gay. I think that her and Brittany should sing Pink's 'Perfect' in Season 3 because Santana needs to know that she is perfect and that the whole world adores her.
The world would be a terrible place if not for Glee and their amazingness. Thanks to them, we have characters like Santana and Kurt, and we have songs like Get It Right and Loser Like Me. What tunes. They have such powerful messages, too. I hope Brittana become one officially very soon because I think they world would benefit from it and after all, they are soulmates.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N8FhmCLDsw
The episode features a couple of scenes with Brittany and Santana disscussing their friendship with one another and its not until Holly Holiday returns that Santana finally allows herself to admit not just to her friend but to herself that she has feelings for Brittany. I have always been one for wearing my heart on my sleeve when it comes to emotion and this episode was no different. Half way through, Santana sings 'Landslide' to Brittany, with the help of Holly. During the whole song, Santana finds it hard to keep her tears inside and they eventually tumble out of her and you can almost feel the relief she experiences at that moment in time. The second most touching scene between the two was the scene where Santana full on confides in Brittany and opens up about what she is feeling. ("What I realised is why I'm such a bitch all the time. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry because I have all of these feelings. Feelings for you which I'm afraid to deal with because I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences. I wanna be with you but I'm afraid of the talks, the looks...I'm so afraid of what everyone will say behind my back. Still, I have to accept that I love you. I love YOU and I dont wanna be with Sam, or Finn, any of those other guys. I just want you. Please say you love me back. Please.") For Santana, these words are seriously hard to speak - she never opens up about anything and always uses her defensive attitude to aviod accepting who she is.
I have so much respect for Glee now. I think it is so refreshing and so good of them to explore not only gay love but lesbian love. As a society, we are SO wary of using that word. We avoid it as much as we can because it seems that being a gay girl is far more 'wrong' than being a gay boy. Male gays are far more accepted, which is fantastic, but I think what Glee proves to everyone, is that they are not afraid to step on the dogdy ground that is female gay love. As Pink once said, 'You can't move mountains just by whispering at them'. And what was ever better about this episode is the way teenage girl's feelings were depicted. Santana is ovbiously in so much pain; she has no idea how to react to the feelings she is experiencing, let alone express them. And that's when mistakes are made because we are not in control of them and she reacts defensively because she can be in control of that instead. I love how much hope this will bring to the teenage girls who are also going through what Santana is going through. Apparently, so many have said that the episode helped them come out and I think that is such a positive thing. We can't dodge around the subject anymore - it is there, in front of us and all around us, as much as grass is around cows. It's what's creating the new generation and we have to embrace it and try and accept everything that young people feel nowadays. Because if you are going through what Santana is going through, then I think it must be one of the hardest experiences ever. And I feel for all who are going through it and they all need to know that it doesn't matter what everyone thinks you are, it is actually who you are. And I don't think it matters why you feel what you do, because you do and you can't change it, I think it matters more about what you feel and who you feel for. Who cares if they're the same sex or not? If you care for them and if you love them, that's all that matters. Love is such a messed around and played with word (for lack of other ways to describe it) that it makes it so much harder for people to admit stuff to themselves and accept themselves for who they are and what they feel. You can love anyone and anything and this has to be known. And it has to be accepted.
And all credit to Naya Rivera for her completely amazing and honest portrayl of someone feeling the things Santana is feeling. If not for her, I don't believe the episode would have had nearly the same effect as it has done. It was so touching and so truthful. She played it so beautifully that I even felt her pain and I am not even gay. I think that her and Brittany should sing Pink's 'Perfect' in Season 3 because Santana needs to know that she is perfect and that the whole world adores her.
The world would be a terrible place if not for Glee and their amazingness. Thanks to them, we have characters like Santana and Kurt, and we have songs like Get It Right and Loser Like Me. What tunes. They have such powerful messages, too. I hope Brittana become one officially very soon because I think they world would benefit from it and after all, they are soulmates.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N8FhmCLDsw
Monday, 28 March 2011
Letters to Juliet
I always thought that the agony aunt/problem pages of teen magazines were so complicated - but in a real way. I always felt that the young girls who wrote in had problems which were so complex, even a grown up wouldn't be able to solve them. But now I look back on them and they are such desperately insignificant situations that it angers me to read them. Its got to the point where I have to hastily skip the couple of pages in which the problems are located and just look at everything else. But the fact I study Media means I am always having to read up on whatever it is young teenagers do today. And the thing that gets to me most of all is the fact that there are some urgently real issues that such a huge scale of young teenagers suffer from which are never mentioned or acknowledged by these problem pages or agony aunts. The magazines seem to continuously select (and write) such pathetic questions about puppy love and periods. I know 'pathetic' is probably the wrong word to use when describing such situations but have these magazines simply forgotten about the teenagers who feel so badly pressured under the media's constant injection of 'bones are beautiful' and 'fat is freakish' that they feel the need to starve themselves of absolutely anything with the idea that saying "no thanks to food is saying yes please to beauty"? Have they also abandoned the teenagers who feel such a tremendous surge of guilt whenever a single crumb slips into their bodies, they recklessly charge their fingers down their throats to vomit it all back up? And what about the ones who have absolutely no idea how to express their inner loneliness and tangled up feelings; the ones who are daily ripped apart and beaten by their parents who are in an uncontrolable fit of rage; the ones who go through an exprerience they should either never go through or have gone through far, far too early and then just to cope with it all, smash razors up with their bare hands in order to retrieve the blade and cut real scars over their innocently screaming skins? We, as a living broken society, are always, always, always going to be served everything with a pink, fluffy, sugared coating around the edge because we are too afraid to admit that anything is wrong. And maybe this is a good thing. Maybe its better to have everything served this way because at least then we won't always be living in the dark. It's good to have light in our lives. But we are still swerving round every single bump in the road. We are still hiding the truth about the way in which some people out there live. We are still avoiding and running from the past, and the mistakes within that past, that so many have made. The only way to get through a problem is exactly that - get through it.
This is why I think that the problems which are addressed in teen magazines are something we really don't need to focus on as much as we do. As we get older, the problems continue to be fluffed up, however they are focussing on more mature and adult situations like sex, debt and marriage. Whilst these help a great deal, I have come to the decision that it is far more worhtwhile (and if not a cheeky little bit more romantic) to write a letter to the one woman who knew women inside out, more so than women perhaps know themselves. Whilst the above situtations conform to the typical problems in which we always seem to be faced with, they all have one thing in common; Love.
There must be something absolutely wonderful in writing a letter to someone who will reply with the utmost honesty and simultaneously achieve a sense of pleasure whilst writing it. Whatever your 'love problem' is, whether it is big or whether it is small, Juliet will answer without the slightest hint of judgement or critique. And this is what must be so satisfactory. Just imagine writing something to someone who won't think you are overeacting or dramatising a situation that can be helped with the click of a finger. Bliss. So therefore, I am going to write what will be an epically long letter to Juliet about my misfortunes (and delights) with the emotion that affects absolutely everybody on the whole entire planet.
I'll write back soon.
This is why I think that the problems which are addressed in teen magazines are something we really don't need to focus on as much as we do. As we get older, the problems continue to be fluffed up, however they are focussing on more mature and adult situations like sex, debt and marriage. Whilst these help a great deal, I have come to the decision that it is far more worhtwhile (and if not a cheeky little bit more romantic) to write a letter to the one woman who knew women inside out, more so than women perhaps know themselves. Whilst the above situtations conform to the typical problems in which we always seem to be faced with, they all have one thing in common; Love.
There must be something absolutely wonderful in writing a letter to someone who will reply with the utmost honesty and simultaneously achieve a sense of pleasure whilst writing it. Whatever your 'love problem' is, whether it is big or whether it is small, Juliet will answer without the slightest hint of judgement or critique. And this is what must be so satisfactory. Just imagine writing something to someone who won't think you are overeacting or dramatising a situation that can be helped with the click of a finger. Bliss. So therefore, I am going to write what will be an epically long letter to Juliet about my misfortunes (and delights) with the emotion that affects absolutely everybody on the whole entire planet.
I'll write back soon.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Speech Writing
So its my twin sister and my birthday next week and in celebration we're having a family party in which my parents want me to write a speech and inform the world of my unconditional adoration for this girl I've spent the entirety of my life with. I understand my parent's reasons - I mean, I was even with this girl in THE WOMB, so surely that must count for something? She and I go waaaayyy back.
It's Saturday and what better day to write a speech about this girl. The sun is shining and its the most perfect day for all the world and it's happiness to blossom. I was contemplating simply voicing the poem I wrote abut my twin sister last year but she figured I might do that and therefore, my speech would not be original and she wouldn't find it interesting. Perhaps I shall incorporate it somehow. Maybe I should talk about the day she forced me to pour plant soil all over the living room of our little cul-de-sac home when we were too young to understand that carpets don't need to grow; it is their purpose to appear lifeless. Or perhaps the time she prayed to God for her safety whilst my mum, in a fit of absolute rage and despair, took off with the two of us cursing the day we were born, purely because we had left our PE bags at school. Or even better, the day I passed my driving test first time, four months after she had had failed her first test, and had continued to fail two more in the meantime.
My twin sister is my life. Without her, I wouldn't be Me. When you share the beginnings of your life together, even though you scientifically cannot remember a thing about it, in the unconscious self we all appear to have, I remember. If I didn't, there wouldn't be a hole in my heart every time I am away from my twin sister for longer than 24 hours. We have learnt from each other and we continue to learn from each other. I trust her judgement more than I trust anyone else's and that isn't because she's a good judge, it is simply because she is part of me and whatever she believes has an influence on whatever I believe. We are defninitely two very different people - she brushes her hair and I don't - but our mindsets and the way we both know each other more than we, on the surface, realise, makes us one.
So to you, Rosie. 'Sisterhood' to me, means you. A place I can go when my head keeps telling my heart to stop beating. I love you.
And Happy Birthday.
It's Saturday and what better day to write a speech about this girl. The sun is shining and its the most perfect day for all the world and it's happiness to blossom. I was contemplating simply voicing the poem I wrote abut my twin sister last year but she figured I might do that and therefore, my speech would not be original and she wouldn't find it interesting. Perhaps I shall incorporate it somehow. Maybe I should talk about the day she
My twin sister is my life. Without her, I wouldn't be Me. When you share the beginnings of your life together, even though you scientifically cannot remember a thing about it, in the unconscious self we all appear to have, I remember. If I didn't, there wouldn't be a hole in my heart every time I am away from my twin sister for longer than 24 hours. We have learnt from each other and we continue to learn from each other. I trust her judgement more than I trust anyone else's and that isn't because she's a good judge, it is simply because she is part of me and whatever she believes has an influence on whatever I believe. We are defninitely two very different people - she brushes her hair and I don't - but our mindsets and the way we both know each other more than we, on the surface, realise, makes us one.
So to you, Rosie. 'Sisterhood' to me, means you. A place I can go when my head keeps telling my heart to stop beating. I love you.
And Happy Birthday.
Friday, 18 March 2011
Japan
I'd like to thank Marny Kennedy for her own personal blog 'blimey teddy'. Her words are really beautiful and inspirational so I thought if she could write one, so could I. It seems like a nice place to start if you have something you would like to express and I seem to have quite a lot to say today.
First off, I'd like to admit that I haven't really paid that much attention to Japan and their recent earthquake. But after catching a glimpse of, to put it as it is, heartbreaking picture of a Japanese woman clutching on to her daughter as tightly as she could, it suddenly dawned on me that what is happening there is real and we cannot escape it. So many people have lost their lives and may they rest in peace from this day on. I also noticed that the woman is crying and for the first time in my life I finally realised that other people feel emotion too. Too many people, who find themselves on the news due to natural disasters, be it Japan or Haiti, show so little emotion that it almost appears as if they expected it to happen. And I used to unconsciously believe that was because it was true and that so much happens to them that they have lost the will to be emotional. But how wrong I am. I have learned that people simply show their emotions in their own, personal way. And I admire the people that feel their emotions but have the strength to hold it together for the sake of others. Its amazing. How do they do it? But now I'm going to totally contradict myself by saying that I have also learned that those of us who do show our emotions are the strong ones because we allow ourselves to let part of what we feel go. Crying is good. It releases something that needs to be released. I know that by keeping in emotion, because you have no idea how to escape it, only causes far deeper problems in the future. I think its important that we learn to understand this because it must help everyone in some way. The weak ones are those who refuse to let their emotions out but dont accept, or admit, that by doing so they are not getting any better - the ones who tell others they are weak or pathetic if they cry. The ones who mock others for doing something admirable...... Maybe I am wrong but this is what I have come to recognise in our society today.
This earthquake in Japan also made me wonder, whilst I was sat waiting for my exam to finish, why on earth Edexcel insists on asking me about my interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. Surely they should be asking me about how I want to help the less fortunate or what I have done to help others in the world? There I was, sat in a silent exam room, twiddling my thumbs because I'd finished explaining how I wanted Juliet to be played by a young girl, whilst a poor old Japanese woman is taking every breath with absolute gratifacation because she is alive and she has been saved. The air that we breathe is taken for granted too much and from now on, every time I step out of my front foor, I'm going to take one long, deep breath and thank whoever is up there for my being alive. I know that sometimes we don't feel alive and we feel like we have no way to escape a tricky situation, hence the rates of suicide in more fortunate countries. We take everything for granted so much so that the smallest problem can be mistaken for a giant mountain of which we cannot move. The people in third world countries are so happy and upbeat because they take every moment with an ocean full of thankfullness that we have simply forgotten about.
So to you, Japan, and to whoever is up there, please, please, please allow them to feel contentment once more - as much as you can - and please let them have their homeland back. No more lives need to be taken. Mother Nature, you have made your point. Enough.
First off, I'd like to admit that I haven't really paid that much attention to Japan and their recent earthquake. But after catching a glimpse of, to put it as it is, heartbreaking picture of a Japanese woman clutching on to her daughter as tightly as she could, it suddenly dawned on me that what is happening there is real and we cannot escape it. So many people have lost their lives and may they rest in peace from this day on. I also noticed that the woman is crying and for the first time in my life I finally realised that other people feel emotion too. Too many people, who find themselves on the news due to natural disasters, be it Japan or Haiti, show so little emotion that it almost appears as if they expected it to happen. And I used to unconsciously believe that was because it was true and that so much happens to them that they have lost the will to be emotional. But how wrong I am. I have learned that people simply show their emotions in their own, personal way. And I admire the people that feel their emotions but have the strength to hold it together for the sake of others. Its amazing. How do they do it? But now I'm going to totally contradict myself by saying that I have also learned that those of us who do show our emotions are the strong ones because we allow ourselves to let part of what we feel go. Crying is good. It releases something that needs to be released. I know that by keeping in emotion, because you have no idea how to escape it, only causes far deeper problems in the future. I think its important that we learn to understand this because it must help everyone in some way. The weak ones are those who refuse to let their emotions out but dont accept, or admit, that by doing so they are not getting any better - the ones who tell others they are weak or pathetic if they cry. The ones who mock others for doing something admirable...... Maybe I am wrong but this is what I have come to recognise in our society today.
This earthquake in Japan also made me wonder, whilst I was sat waiting for my exam to finish, why on earth Edexcel insists on asking me about my interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. Surely they should be asking me about how I want to help the less fortunate or what I have done to help others in the world? There I was, sat in a silent exam room, twiddling my thumbs because I'd finished explaining how I wanted Juliet to be played by a young girl, whilst a poor old Japanese woman is taking every breath with absolute gratifacation because she is alive and she has been saved. The air that we breathe is taken for granted too much and from now on, every time I step out of my front foor, I'm going to take one long, deep breath and thank whoever is up there for my being alive. I know that sometimes we don't feel alive and we feel like we have no way to escape a tricky situation, hence the rates of suicide in more fortunate countries. We take everything for granted so much so that the smallest problem can be mistaken for a giant mountain of which we cannot move. The people in third world countries are so happy and upbeat because they take every moment with an ocean full of thankfullness that we have simply forgotten about.
So to you, Japan, and to whoever is up there, please, please, please allow them to feel contentment once more - as much as you can - and please let them have their homeland back. No more lives need to be taken. Mother Nature, you have made your point. Enough.
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