Perfection

It's not 'practice makes perfect' but 'perfect practice makes perfect' accoridng to my drama teacher. If you keep messing up, it becomes a bad habit.

Ballerinas must always be perfect, whether with shoes, hair, make up, or art form. It's part of their job.

According to Alyson Shontell's article, 'Ways Your Appearance Affects Your Paycheck' (Feb 21, 2011; 9:07am). The better looking and more fit you are, there is a slight increse in pay.

When writing a paper for whatever reason, you check it and check it and revise it. Close enough to perfection so that its acceptable to publish.

Celebrities are compared to another to determine the sexiest one of the year.

It's easy to shread someone when you think of perfection. It's a lot harder to not in our time.

It's harder to not be so perfect.

It's harder to be nice than mean in some opinions.

Anyway, I accept I'm not perfect at being perfect. Even though I do have moments when I go to that dark place of the mind where you just hate yourself. That's okay, just remember no one's perfect.

Songs

I made my own:



Train said Hey Soul Sister to the Bartender after some advice from T-Pain. Avril Lavigne said What the Hell to P!nk who responded F**kin' Perfect. Lady GaGa said to Just Dance after Ke$ha said We R Who We R. Usher was like OMG. 3OH!3 bragged about My First Kiss which made Far East Movement said theirs was Like A G6. Rihanna said she's not the Only Girl in the world. La Roux whispered to Train to be Bulletproof. Trey Songz and Nikki Minaj tried Bottoms Up to help the pain, but they missed the whole scene after Justin Bieber said he needed Someone to Love. Train left with him when Katy Perry yelled there were California Girls outside.


Celebrities..... 0_0



Yeah, its not the best. But you never can hit the first time... can you? o.O

Rainy Day

It started raining when I started walking home after a fantastic Hairpsray rehearsal. I ran home in the pouring rain singing loudly "I Can Hear the Bells"

No one looked at me weirdly :)


Thinking of everything funny at once made me cry ;)

Pictures and Poetry

Cats and Dogs

Rain and Shine

Day and Night

Friends and Enemies

Sun and Moon

Earth and Water

Warmth and Coldness

Black and White

You and Me

Connections

Eclipse Poetry

My nails scratching your heart

Drowning your chest in blood

Diamonds just roll down

Feelings killing time

The ones that just eat your life

Over the waterfall you fly

Iron ankles keep you down

A man in a black suit

Dangerous, dark, and, creepy

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Music let in my ears while my brain works is quite strange. Have you tried it?

Song: "Heavy In Your Arms"
Artist: Florence and The Machine

Sun to Rain

Roses aren't always red

Violets aren't always blue

You don't always use your head


Give me something good

Something unique

Did you misunderstood?


I hope you did not

Don't get caught

In this rythme


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Hope you enjoyed this top-of-the-thought poem

Malibu

I'm up in Malibu. I've seen nothing but clear skies and blue waters. Today a lot of people are walking, paddling, and enjoying the wonderful weather. I even saw some dolphins swimming out from the deck.

Now, why am I here?

My great-aunt passed away and her two funerals are today and tomorrow. A depressing cloud on this beautiful weekend.

:(

However its not an over cloud of dampness. We remember the good times and look at old photos. We remember she's in a better place after working so hard here with everyone. :)

R.I.P. Claudia

"I Love You" Story

An old story I wrote....

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“I love you”

That was his last words.

Three words.

Eight letters.

Simple yet so complex.

His feelings was all he said to her. To the wife he had left behind. I watched him die. My own blood, just pass before my eyes.

I remember when he was five and I nine, he the little puppy and I the annoyed cat. He knocked over that expensive vase of mom’s and blamed me instead. Of course mom knew the truth but still, he made me mad which caused me in trouble as I punched him.

I remember when he was nine and I had just turned fourteen. On the day of my birthday he let out his pet snake as a prank. A girl found it while going to the bathroom. She freaked out as it was her favorite animal. I laughed as my brother was punished.

I remember just a couple of years ago, he fourteen and I eighteen. I was moving out. Off to college. Thinking my brother would be glad to finally have his annoying older sister out of the house which he could rule the trouble. But he cried, not letting go.

I remember when he finally turned eighteen and I already twenty-two. He had gotten mixed with the wrong crowd. He drugged and cut himself through the pain. The pain my parents did not see as they argued and eventually divorced. I had been dating; soon later would I only discover the cheating.

Now I’m twenty-nine as today is my birthday. He could have been twenty-four. I’m married, have a four year old son and a newborn daughter. My husband is at the hospital while I here at the town cemetery. Here I am standing in front of my younger sibling’s grave. His wife is at the hospital, had already given birth to his daughter today; the little girl he never knew.

The wife he had left behind: a woman who could not show her feelings to anyone and only within the past year had she opened up to him, the first being that she had opened up to in her life. She helped him with his problems as our parents moved far away and I always traveling due to my job. She helped him not cut himself. She helped him not feel pain. She helped him not drug himself. She helped in so many ways but instead of sending her flowers or setting up a cute date. He ends up in a car cash. His life cut short by an alcoholic.

I stand before his grave. The cold winter breeze send a chill down my spine. I’m wearing the so-called- scarf he made at Christmas for me, the socks he had sewn poorly together in sewing class, and the little plastic ring he had gag-gifted to me when I turned sixteen. I may look like a dork but who cares?