Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one
I see you through the smokey air
Can’t you feel the weight of my stare
You’re so close but still a world away
What i’m dying to say, is that
Chorus:
I’m crazy for you
Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true
I never wanted anyone like this
It’s all brand new, you’ll feel it in my kiss
I’m crazy for you, crazy for you
Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all
Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath i’m deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you’ll see

So, i’ve been seventeen for a day and I actually feel seventeen-whatever that means. Its like i’m so sick of being 16 and have moved on to being 17. Okay, I don’t think that makes sense but that’s how I feel.
Anyway, I just had a small celebration yesterday with my college friends over pizza at school (that sounds so mature-I know. hahaha)=) It was fun-quick lang. I also realized something though… Birthdays aren’t as BIG as they used to be. I’m like, okay I’m a year older and then get on with my life4.
So, there i’m a year older, wiser, better and whatever -er I could think of.
I’ve had such a happy birthday. I was deeply touched by the people who remembered me. LOTSALOVE!! I felt so special. I really appreciate it.<3

She only becomes my friend when there’s no one else to go with. She only talks to me when she has something to brag about. She leaves me alone when someone cooler comes along (that rhymes haha).
She probably doesnt like my geekiness and oddness. I dont care. I love my odd self. oh and i love the hyenas as well. they’re as whacked and odd as i am. haha.
lucky me i found them. *mwah mwah*

I feel sad today. I have no idea why. I know there’s something missing, I just couldn’t figure it out. Okay, I probably know what it is but its just hard to explain it..

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I’m a 12 year old trapped in a soon to be 17 year old’s body or is it a 39 year old trapped in a soon to be 17 year old’s body?…Also i’m a walking contradiction.I can be laughing one minute, crying the next, loud then quiet. i cannot be classified by one category. people often label me as maarte, madaldal, corny, vain, boyish, shy, makulit,childish but most often unpredictable and moody. I really don’t care, label me whatever you want, suit yourself. Nothing ever comes close anyway. My life’s philosophy, “live and let live” (deep noh,haha!!). It takes awhile for me to warm up to people but when I finally do I am feriocously (im guessing that’s the right spelling if not, message me.) loyal. I am happy with my life and at peace with myself. I’d rather surround myself with real people who have no pretensions. I do not care about the status, the clothes your wear or the people you know, I keep things plain and simple. I appreciate people by the little things that they do. Its not hard to please me, just be yourself … oops, i think i made that clear already. On a lighter note, I’ve had a huge crush on ryan merriman since i was eleven, hehe. I really don’t take myself seriously. hehe.=) i love life, my family, my friends and God.=) Also, I understand that I cannot please everyone but would it would be too much to ask for people to at least give me a chance?? Haha. Laugh more often, hate a little less and love a lot more.=) Overall, I think im a good girl…but then again you’d never know right?hehe…*wink*
find out for yourself..
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“Be who you are, say what you feel. Cause those who matter don’t mind and those who mind dont matter” -Dr. Seuss

I have no idea why people bother. Why don’t they just live thier lives and stop talking about other people. Oh and stop degrading them too. If you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all. And just for the record, I think its stupid to judge people based on the superficial things. Just because I don’t wear makeup or get dressed for school doesn’t give you the right to think you’re better than me. Stop gossiping about other people, live your life and oh get all the boys you want. I dont care anyway.

I took one step, it may be a baby step. But its a start=)

I cannot believe it:
MY SWEET 16TH YEAR IS ALMOST OVER. I’m never going to be 16 again. I’m old. I’m legal in a year’s time. I’m 17. 17. 17. Whatever happened to my 16th year? Where did the 12 months go? I know I know i’m sounding dramatci (no surprise there) again. It’s like I just woke up and realized that i’m three years shy of being an “adult adult”. Whoa! What a realization. Okay, I know its not that big of a deal, everyone goes through it blah blah blah… I don’t know if im ready. I sure wasn’t ready for my 16th year, 12 months ago.
I wasn’t ready to face another heartbreak. I wasn’t ready to go through the tedious process of choosing my college and I wasn’t ready to find out that sixteen isn’t all roses. To be completley honest, I thoguht my 16th year would be just like Samantha Baker’s. Meet my prince charming and bam! i’m self actualized.
Well, not everything’s that easy. (duuh). I’d like to think I became self-actualized this year without the help of my prince charming (i don’t know where he is. Lost probably). I realized that being self actualized depends on me (uhh, i guess that’s where the “self” part comes in. Haha) I’ve straightened out my priorities and decided to weave my own fairytales.
With all that in mind…Hmmm..maybe 16 wouldn’t be so bad after all. *wink*

enough said.

I’ve got a lot of things to say and yet find no words to describe them. Life is stable. There’s no drama right now, just a lot to do… Im turning 17 in 6 days and yet I feel like a twelve year old.
Life…