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john, kim and lucy's blog.
currently dead.
but enjoy it anyways
 
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
what becomes of boredom ?
today has been the most uneventful day of my holidays. i've been bored to the core. the result ? look below. 
boredom really does things to you
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
WB
You had me worried! I'm so glad you're back with us <3

lucy
just a post.

No point in talking what you should've been
And regretting the things that went on
Life's full of mistakes, destinies and fate
Remove the clouds look at the bigger picture

sefton high school, tenth grade in the year twenty ten. let's just say, a lot has happened. from the, 'omg, i wish this day could go on forever' moments to the 'JDSHFJSDKLFHSLK' moments. i've decided (though it may not happen) that in the following year, i will try to see things in a different perspective. sitting around and thinking to myself all these depressing thoughts. it's been tiring. why should i waste my time slowly screwing my head when i could be letting it go and enjoying the better? basically, next year i wnr start fresh and though this might not happen i wnr start bothering again. maybe, reconnect with old friends and the current ones cause i feel like we're all drifting & i can't really say it's not my fault...

you know what i hate? I hate it when i say things, making it seem like it's possible but really i never seem to try. AHAH.

though some weren't the best. i wnr keep all the memories of this year. look back and think about how stupid i once was cause that's what always happens. when you really think about it, though crappy at times this year was quite fun (:

hopefully next year will be good if not better. hope you guys enjoy your holidays (before entering the gates of hell again)! i'm gonna miss you all D:



i wanted to add more pictures but i can't find half of them D: ahwelps, that's good enough (: love you
kim (:
Monday, December 13, 2010
Say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Cause I don't wanna hear those words tonight
Cause maybe it's not the end for you and I
And although we knew
This time would come for me and you
Don't say anything tonight
If you're gonna say goodbye

Say Goodbye - Skillet
Sunday, December 12, 2010
that one place.
there was once a place where i felt there would be no need of worrying about unbelonging. that place where i'd thought i'd never come accross any feelings of anger or hatred towards anyone or anything in it. that place where i rejuvenated weekly, that place where i could find hope. that place where i wouldn't have to worry about offending anyone wiht anything i said. that one place where i could tell all the people in it how i really  felt. that place too has turned into any other place. even now, that place is a place where feelings of anger, annoyance can rise up. at times, even greater than most others. that place where people now seem to only care about themselves. too dense to notice anything. too wrapped up in their own lives/ problems/ emotions to care anymore. i really miss that place. that sanctuary of mine ):
Spirit of Christmas.
No matter how happy a person is, they can't forget how unhappy everyone else is. The closer they get to one person, the further away they get from others. Hoping that everyone spends time with the people they care most about this Christmas and Happy New Year.
Love J.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
15 days till xmas
The distance between two people is not measured by how far apart they are, but how far apart their hearts lie. 

End of year 10. OH JOY.

Wishing everyone a fun, fulfilled and enjoyable summer holiday! Hopefully I'll still recognise your beautiful faces when we come back in 42 days lookin' a little less blue. I will miss you all dearly. I already am. TEXT or CALL me people <3

love lucy :D
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
you're so lucky but you don't notice it. at times i wish i were you, but then again i don't want to be you..
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
I guess I see you in her. Not that she's replaced you or anything, no, never. But her responses, her persistence, with particular things; I can't help but think how that was, or would've been, you. Sometimes, maybe I do kind of pretend she's you. Maybe that's why I'm not so bothered by it. Because she reminds me of you. This holiday. Just over a months time. Would I really be able to forget it all?
18 days till xmas
English. Damn orientation. Videos, esp. the Simpsons, not allowed. So what'd we do? Work.
Graphics. I won't miss you ms pitton.  
History. I love ms steele. I want her for ancient history. I BETTER get her for ancient history. She gave us apples and cupcakes today. Hehe.
Lunch. Handball brings back so many memories.
After school. Locked out for the 50th time this year. No keys. No phone. No nothing. Waited. Waited. Hot. Walked around. Sang. Ran half a lap. Hot. Waited. Read an article. Killed a fly (it was pissing me off). I fed its corpse to the ants (shush). The alarm went off (how? I was wondering the same thing). Neighbours lent me their phone. Alarm stopped. Waited. Alarm went off again. Mum home. 4:40PM. Lucy is very very very heck annoyed.
At home. TUMBLR IS BACK. After freakin HOURS being under maintenance. <3
Monday, December 6, 2010
I can't...
Not while I'm still emotionally attached to you
Not without having to suffer.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
dude, everyone now ? so you're saying I don't care ? yeah, thanks.
DanceKool
went today with Theresa and her sister Kathrine, FUCK IT WAS SO AWESOME xD. I bought a new ring weee.!!!
J
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Linkin Park - In The End
It starts with
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time

All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away

It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but didn't even know
Or wasted it all just to watch you go

I kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of a time when

I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter

One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how

I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised

It got so far
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end

You kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of a time when

I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
Friday, December 3, 2010
i don't care either.
the change in most of you. i look at you, and i see people unfamiliar to me. not just one of you, not just two. All of you. Each of you, too dug up in your own lives, keeping to yourselves, why should i even bother with any of you? I'm sick of faking smiles, pretending to understand you, when clearly i don't. You guys care too much about your rep and social status. saying shit like 'i don't care about this shit, it's just a waste of time'. Go say that to someone who agrees cause i don't see how it's a waste of time. always trying to get home asap to go on facebook/ tumblr, sext with your girlfriend, play games. What ever happened to socialising? what happened to the times when we talked to each other, comforted each other. you guys are all too busy with your own 'lives' that you've left me behind. Despite all the years since i've known you guys. When we were little kids who didn't even know how to talk. You've all left me by myself, wondering what to do? But it's okay cause i don't care anymore either. Now, i have better people. better friends. friends that don't spend their times worrying about going home and simply facebooking, tumblring, gaming, and wasting their lives away. I don't think i'll be able to look at any of you the same anymore. I've kept it in long enough.

kim.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
You don't have to be first in everything to have people notice you. You don't need to be the best looking to have people like you. You don't need to be popular to have a lot of friends. All you really need to do is be yourself. That's something no one else in the wolrd but you can do. If even you don't like yourself then really, who would? Let people have the chance to accept you for the guy you are. Treat others the way you'd want to be treated. Say something nice once in a while and see the outcome. Nothing in the world comes entirely free, not even compliments. Be more open, expressive, but not in a way that just shows you want attention. Everyone's born to be different. Yes it is a cliche quote, but it's an unchanging, simple fact of life. Some may be born to be leaders. Others need a little more guidance. This may sound cheesy, but I want to get to know the real you.
WINNIE CHOW AND LYNDA TRAN YOU DOGS SO MUCH FOR "we're coming, but not walking with you." Losers. Hope you get rained on. Nah jokes. So while you guys were all home having beauty sleep and preparing for tonight, I say school was actually fun today. Bludgy fun. I mean, with over half the class absent the teachers totally can not make us do work buahaha. These days should happen more often. 

My day
- Got to school at 9:10 [shit forgot to get my note signed...]
- Games/Music in IST
- Games/Music in Math 
- Simpsons/RoundtheTwist in English
- Terry got a hugeass eye-less monkey as a farewell gift! at lunch
- And science was just so awesome I rather not mention anything :D

lucy
i don't know what to blog about....
hi my name is kim. (:
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Jumble
"I was dry until I saw you."
- Lynda Tuyet Tran. ;)

WHEN'S IT GONNA STOP RAINING? Stupid rain. OMG. I SAW KIM FIRST THING THIS MORNING. Totally made my day. Even if it was for like 2 seconds and I had to carry 3 textbooks to school but whatevers, WORTH IT ;D I swear ms steele is such a nosy woman teacher. Creepy at times. She knows too much. (From asking too much.) Yellow Yoshi was at school today agains <3 This time it's gonna go home more ripped than before. I didn't manage to get myself sick. You know what that means? I'll still have to go school for the next TWO days. And since it's formal, so many people are gonna be absent. Horrible. Oh plus does anyone else find Jono's blog posts difficult to comphrehend? I need to read them and reread them like 6 times... Anyway people a.k.a John and Kim, BLOG!!!
Portuguese dictionary
SAUDADE 
a Portuguese or Galician word for a feeling of nostaligic longing for something or someone that was one was fond of and which has been lost. It often comes with a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might not really return. It was once described as 'the love that remains' or 'the love that stays' after someone is gone. 
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