Grown-ups are decidedly very, very odd.

"What are you doing there?" he said to the drinker, whom he found settled silently before a collection of empty bottles and a collection of full bottles.
"I'm drinking," said the drinker, with a mournful air.
"Why are you drinking?" asked the little prince.
"To forget," replied the the drinker.
"To forget what?" enquired the little prince, who was already starting to feel sorry for him.
"To forget that I am ashamed," confessed the drinker, hanging his head.
"Ashamed of what?" persisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.
"Ashamed of drinking!" concluded the drinker, retreating into a permanent silence.

And the little prince went away, perplexed.
"Grown-ups are decidedly very, very odd," he said to himself as he continued on his voyage.

word vol I

Oodles is the coolest word EVER!
I mean come on 'oodles of fun' thats what it is this word oodles...

OODLES

A Flash Upon that Inward Eye.

Yesterday, we were sitting around watching old baby videos of yours truly, when the best description yet of my childish escapades were voiced by an extremely articulate cousin of mine who has been recently launched in to the mysterious yet wholly satisfying world of motherhood. She turned to me after watching me take halting steps to wards a very well advertised glass of yellow gunk and informed me that i looked like a "Drunken Midget." No exaggeration.

So we were sitting around, discussing my various attributes, when I (the awesome philosopher that I am) realised that this moment is never gonna come back. Time just flies by. Mind, I'm only 15, imagine how parents or even grandparents might feel. Gone are the days of my innocent childhood, gone are the times I could run around free of burdens, free of promises, of pressure, of politics and dynamics. Free from others thoughts dictating MY actions. I must be more calm now, more composed. I shudder as I imagine my life 2 years from now, A child no more, barely an adult, a teenager lost in 'the big bad world'. I dread the confusion that will descend upon me like a dark cloud, the indecision. Yet I am hopeful, for I will learn new things and to learn is but the purpose of man.

I feel that I am in awkward stage now, the time where I am shaped, moulded, battered, whacked and melted, emotionally as well as physically, into the woman I am to become some day. A woman to be proud of, one to look up to and idolize. one who makes a difference. But then again, aspirations of an immature mind. Or not. At times I am forced to believe that I can, I will and I shall. A motto we should all adopt, for ambition is a great thing and can get you far in this world of posers and weak minded noodles(or brutally murdered by your closest comrade as with Julius Caesar. But that's a risk I am willing to take.)

As these subtle yet prodding thoughts flash across my mind, I find myself reaching for the camera. This moment may never come back, but technology can assure that my memory of it may never fade.

I aim..."smile"...*click*.

Aah...I feel a sense of fulfilment and satisfaction...memory preserved.

Wise Words of Rafiki the baboon

"A Sante Sana Squash Banana"

Aren't incoherent rantings just the best?

wordsville

"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

Aah the wise words of Albus Dumbledore! Hats off to whomever can tell me what they mean.
then theres the most amazing school motto I have ever read:"Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus." Translation: "Never tickle a sleeping dragon." (Yes I did read Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone for the umpteenth time while taking a break today.)
I start thinking. Who came up with this awesome language? Where words are such fun to say.
Word play.
A game for the intellectual few.
Try saying the word Noodle. Its HEAVEN! I love the way it just sounds...slips or shall we say rolls of the tongue. Noodle!
Then there bubble. A funner word may exist but I know not off it.
These are the simpler ones.
Then there are the big ones you throw into conversation to sound smart. Such as "contemplate" a substitute for think. When theres a word like that why would you even THINK of saying think?
Mind you don't over do it. There are precious few in the world who will understand you when you say, "I think I might be on the verge of catching pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis." For those who don't know...it basically means you breathed in a lot of volcanic gases and are gonna catch a cough!
Aah words, how I love them. They make you laugh, cry, think, feel.
Truly a gift I'll say!

"To the well organised mind, death is but the next great adventure"-Albus Dumbledore.

I take your leave to organise my mind in preparation of a death that seems so far away, yet so close!

a-bloggin we will go.

yes so what am I doing here?
I wonder to.
I should be studying right now. Considering I am giving my boards at the moment.
It seems Im a 15 year old MESS!

well I was in the mood...so a-bloggin we will go!!! a-bloggin we will go!

The point and purpose of this blog I have not yet pin-pointed. I belive it may emerge at some time in the near future. Anywho, I am out to let the world know exactly what I think and feel on most matters that do not matter to anybody and eveyrbody who matters and may think it matters but actually it doesent! Confused? Ah well..so am I. Its in my 'girly' nature to talk and advise and be advised! So look out world of pixels...I have arrived!

So if you have stumbled upon this work of art, woe-be-gone to you( I really have no idea if thats how its supposed to be used but i like the sound of it.)

HARK!!! what is that sound...it seems...to be calling my name...yes it is...! I am being drawn away from this cyber world...back to the world of reality...where I have a history board exam tomorrow!!!!!

until we meet again...