this is it: Februari 2012

Jumat, 24 Februari 2012

theremainingtwomonths

only stay a month longer, and maybe it wouldn't seem to us. because we are both verybusy.

I don't want to be away from you. I want to be close to you. but, what can we do? rest of the time only a few months and it will be a very busy time remaining to us, and not much time left to us. we are both too busy with assignments, exams, and many other activities. and I'm just trying to understand and not selfish.

I just want to spend the remaining time before you pass it with you. I missed you. always

Kamis, 23 Februari 2012

ailee - heaven

Ni ga in nun go se

Na do ham ke hal ke..

x 2

Nol wi he so

Me il ut go

Nol wi he so

Gi do ha go..

Ni seng ga ge

Jam dul go

Nol bu ru myo

Nu nul to..

Ne yo pe so

Ji kyo ju go

Ne yo pe so

Gam sa ju nun..

Non na ye

Chon gu gin gol..

Chorus:

You’re my only one way..

O jik no rul won he

Ne ga ni gyo te

I sum me gam sa he..

You’re the only one babe..

Him dun se sang so ge

Sa rang ul hal ge he jun

No ha na ro na nun

Heng bok he..

heaven x 10

u ri ham ke ra myon

we will never cry

never never cry..

heaven x 10

yong won i du ri so

never gonna be alone..

ni pu me so

su mul swi go

ni pu me so

ip mat chu go..

ni mok so ril du ru myon

kum ku nun

got man ga ta..

ni nu ne so

al su i so

ni sa rang ul

al su i so..

non na ye

chon gu gin gol..

Chorus

heaven

na ma ne sa ram

gu re na rul

ji kyo jul sa ram..

ot don sul pum do

ot don a pum do

no wa ham ke

han da myon..

o nu nu gu do nan

bu rop ji a na..

to li nun du so nul

ja ba jwo

ne ga sa nun i yu

no ni ka..

Chorus

heaven x 10

u ri ham ke ra myon

we will never cry

never never cry..

heaven x 10

yong won i du ri so

never gonna be alone..

oh,

so alone. oh..

Senin, 20 Februari 2012

no tiltle

i love you

"I'm Not A Kid Anymore"

Health class once taught us that we are past childhood, into the stage of teenagers, and I think that that’s all my classmates have ever truly taken in from that class.

I go to school with a variety of students. Most of them declare themselves old enough to go out and have fun on their own, get jobs and cell phones, and date people who they “love”. They claim to be maturing young adults that have the right to make their own decisions and not be told what to do by their parents and teachers. Most of these teens get what they want, however, they don’t realize that with trust and freedom comes responsibility, which isn’t easy to fulfill.

So, today, I sat in health class, waiting for my teacher to pass out worksheets on the female reproductive system. It took about ten minutes to get started because everyone already knew what we would be studying that day and so took an early start on giggles and immature remarks. By the time the worksheets were finally handed out, the boys found the diagrams oddly amusing and so began an inappropriate conversation of their own. The girls sat awkwardly, not believing that this would be taught in school and squealed at the boys to be quiet while trying to hide huge smiles of their own.

And there I sat, in the middle of fifty “mature young adults”, learning nothing, and getting angry.

I wasn’t born in the US and so I learned about all the amazing opportunities it had to offer, I learned about its freedoms, and coming from a third world country into the best of the best, I could not be more grateful. I was taught, before I came to the US, that kids here would be very smart, very mature, and very mannered. Boy, was I surprised when I got into fourth grade.

My peers, who sit in the lap of luxury without even knowing it, can’t sit still to learn the very basics of sexual education. They have every opportunity in the world, every door swinging wide open at them at every turn and every corner, and they can’t see that.

I tried to read my worksheet, to get some information into my brain. But, the giggles turned into laughs and the comments became more and more out of place. By the end of the period, when we had to fill in a worksheet for a grade, everyone came to the few kids who were listening and paying attention. But what could we, what could I offer them? Answers? I didn’t have any because I couldn’t pay attention over the noise and the chuckles. Educated guess? I didn’t understand anything because my teacher spent more time trying to calm the kids down than teaching.

So how is it that the same teens, that are old enough to have late night parties and dramatic relationships, are sitting in these bleachers now? Where is that maturity? That responsibility to act with respect?

It never existed.

It’s not the laughs and remarks that got me angry. It was the lack of respect to those who wanted to learn something in those forty-five minutes of class. My peers can insult their parents, disobey teachers, and claim that they aren’t children anymore, and still act like eight year olds in serious matters. They give no value to one of the best education systems in the world that any child would die to go to, because they don’t choose to look at the bigger picture. These teens turn a blind eye and have nothing to show for their great heritage.

A lot of times I could be angry with them, and sometimes I am. But all the time, I feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for them because they’ll never see what they have and when they lose it, they won’t be able to blame anyone but themselves. I feel sorry for them because they choose to always talk and never listen, and to never come out of their narrow mindedness. I feel sorry for them, because they’ll never learn to be truly grateful for all that they have been given from birth and they will never strive to use these golden opportunities. But most of all I feel sorry for them because they choose to grow up so early and never take in the finest moments of a childhood, the moments that every adult yearns to get back.

I’m thirteen onto fourteen and still a kid. I may not always do what my parents ask, but I listen and converse with them. I obey my teachers and put effort into schoolwork. I spend time with my sister and listen when others speak. I keep my mind open to learn and to understand the billions of others that share my world. I try to become something more than I am, to walk through my open doors, and to use my opportunities. I keep in mind, where I am, who I am, and the place that I come from. And, without wanting to grow up and not be a kid anymore, I accept my responsibilities and fulfill them.

Sabtu, 18 Februari 2012

what you see?

Kamis, 16 Februari 2012

maddi jane - rolling in the deep

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go head and sell me out and I'll lay yourself bare

See how I leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I would do

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bring me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul in your head
And you played it
To the beat

Baby I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
It Reminds you of the home we shared

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul in your head
And you played it
To the beat

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow oh

We could have had it all
We could have had it all
It all, it all it all,
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul in your head
And you played it
To the beat

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul in your head
And you played it, you played it, you played it, you played it
To the beat

Kamis, 09 Februari 2012

rolling in the deep

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare

See how I'll leave, with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared

The scars of your love remind you of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat

Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Rolling in the deep

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
You had my heart and soul
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
And you played it to the beat

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
Could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Rolling in the deep

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
You had my heart and soul in your hand
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
But you played it, you played it, you played it to the beat

Selasa, 07 Februari 2012

A Fallen Princess

Sophie hated the dress—an ugly shade of lavender taffeta with a giant bow, and expensive too. She hated the other bridesmaids, who all knew each other before this wedding and never included her in the plans until the last minute. But most of all, she hated the bride.

In her estimation, Allie was shallow, mean, and treated everyone like they were idiots. Sophie wouldn’t spend one second with her if she didn’t have to. But unfortunately, her brother had fallen in love with her, and now Sophie had to stand there and pretend to support the marriage. And also give up her Friday night to eat fancy seafood at the rehearsal dinner.

She hated seafood, too.

“Now don’t faint, okay?” Allie said to her, spearing a piece of salmon on her fork.
Sophie gritted her teeth. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“No, seriously, though. Greg says you have a history of fainting. I don’t want that to happen tomorrow, understand me? It’ll ruin the wedding. Everyone will talk about that instead of my dress or the music or the flowers or—”

“Allie. Whatever he told you, he’s exaggerating.” He wasn’t really, but Sophie didn’t want to tell Allie that. It wasn’t like she ever fainted on purpose. And since she couldn’t do anything about it, she didn’t feel like listening to Allie’s whole spiel again.

It turned out that Allie was going to give it to her anyway. “Don’t lock your knees up there on the altar. And make sure you eat a good breakfast. And drink plenty of water. But not so much you have to leave the ceremony to go to the bathroom.”

Sophie bobbled her head, suppressing the urge to strangle Allie. Unfortunately, Greg would get mad if she did that. What a shame.

“And get a good night’s sleep. I don’t think Vanessa can do much to help bags under your eyes, and she’s already going to be spending so much time on your makeup anyway—”

Sophie sighed. “Yeah, sure. Look, I’ll be at your house at nine tomorrow, okay?”

The next morning, Sophie—well-rested, full, and carrying a bottle of water—arrived at Allie’s house. She didn’t protest as Allie’s sister Vanessa caked her face with makeup, and she kept her patience as Allie, predictably, questioned if she’d eaten and slept. Then she helped Allie into her monster of a dress—layers and layers of tulle. Sophie couldn’t even begin to imagine how hot a dress like that must be in the July heat.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat something?” Allie’s mother asked.

Allie shook her head. “My stomach’s too jumpy. I’d just throw it up.”

Sophie didn’t say anything about the hypocrisy. She wasn’t stupid enough to get Allie mad at her today.

When they arrived at the church, they were already running late. The wedding party had to march in almost immediately. Sophie picked up her bouquet—lilies and primroses, delicate but with a powerful smell. Sophie hooked arms with her brother’s best friend and waited until they got the nod, then walked forward , the organ reverberating throughout the church but not quite covering up the whir of the fans.

“You eat today?” he muttered without moving his lips.

Sophie wondered if she could stomp on his foot without being obvious. No, it was a short dress, it wouldn’t work.

“Yes,” she said. “Now shut up.”

They continued down the aisle and separated. Sophie went and stood by Erica, the third bridesmaid. She met her brother’s eyes and flashed him a smile and a thumbs-up sign. He smiled back.

Vanessa and another groomsman came down the aisle, and then the entire church twisted in their seats to face the back to watch Allie and her father walk past them.

Even from all the way across the church, Sophie could see that Allie looked pale, her face matching her dress, and that she was gripping her dad’s arm a little harder than normal. She wobbled on her heels.

When they got to the front of the church, Allie’s dad turned to her and gave her a concerned look. Allie shook her head and whispered something to him. He nodded, kissed her forehead, and let go of her to give Greg a handshake.
Without her dad to hold her up, Allie’s eyes widened and she sucked in a breath as her knees buckled. She collapsed in a dead faint.

And even though Sophie knew she should feel bad for Allie, she snickered.