<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/1738823414967762226?origin\x3dhttp://dtmary.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
And you can see my heart beating You can see it through my chest And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving Know that I must must pass this test So just pull the trigger Say a prayer to yourself He says close your eyes Sometimes it helps And then I get a scary thought That he’s here means he’s never lost
Profile
www.facebook.com/emdtee

Tagboard
Links
Lousia Vanessa Della Joanne Julie

CREDITS
FONTS. swimchick
IMAGE. as credited.
CODES. shotgun
DESIGNER. sheryl

ARCHIVES
NovemberMay 2009
NovemberJune 2009
NovemberNovember 2009
NovemberDecember 2009
NovemberMay 2011

Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Wednesday; 060509

And truth be told I miss you, and truth be told I'm lying.

Since my birthday is coming up, I thought about something. Through experience, people say, 'I want to grow up faster so I can do this and that'. Why?
I understand someone when they say I want to go back in time to when I was still a kid.
Like come on, being a kid is cool.
You guys are too mature for your own good I think.

Really, I don't like to grow up. I like having birthday parties but I don't like being a year older.

Pros and Cons of being older.
You get to drink (I don't plan on drinking anytime soon)
Freedom (A little hard for me, I can't go anywhere regardless of age)
Respect (Pretty respected now. I don't think age matters in this area)

HSC (Who wants to do HSC? Not me)
Higher Expectations (Always taking the blame? I'm pretty happy the way my family is now)
FALLING IN LOVE ! (What is love? AHHHH )


Pros and Cons of being young.

Innocence (The less you know the better I believe)
Easy homework (I don't mind recieving homework on addition and subtraction)
Spoilt (I want it I get it. If only it were that simple

Stupidity (2+2=5)
Controlled (But everyone does everything for you. Room service anyone?)
What do you think? Rather be older or stay younger?


Stupid Indian Mathemagicians. I'm so SUPER sorry that you're good at maths and you don't have anything else to do. I'm sorry you don't have a life and I have one and I'm sorry that I'd rather spend my time eating than actually looking through a textbook! GRRRRRRRRR.




Labels: ,

9:04 PM