Krispy Kreme Plan is a Go-Go.

From Shannon's house to 7153 120 St, Delta...
home of BC'S only Krispy Kreme store.

So...when Ali gets her N (And when we tell her about this.)
Maybe march-ish.
Peaches girls are going to act out this Krispy Kreme Mission.
It is our duty to succesfully indulge on some doughnuts.
(To reward ourselves for what we have done this year...hahahaha, BS.)

But seriously.

The time is upon us...
...we must be brave...
...we must be just...
...we must go to Krispy Kreme....and no, I am NOT bussing.


*This plan is copyrighted and may not be used by any other secondary person other than "the girls." Produced: November something (somedaybeforemybirthday) 2008, at the side of the Foods 11 Classroom on the desk against the wall by Shannon Morales and Ella Hipolito on somethingsomething hours. Witness(es): Julio Epondulan the 3rd. (And Danica Federizo?) Whilst not paying any attention to Mr. T. Genser talking about the different parts to wheat.*


http://www.krispykreme.com/varieties.html#

My day for today:

I have to study for bio...but I'm really craving a black cow right now.
So, I'll make the black cow...then drink it while I'm studying.
Kay....it's a plan.

YOU are too gorgeous...

I mean...her EYES ARE NATURALLY PURPLE. COME ON NOW. Oh, Elizabeth Taylor.

Oh dear...

my life is horribly perfect...
I don't want to know what catastrophe awaits me.

...or maybe I'll just embrace this.

If you do all of the mentioned, I don't think I could last 2 minutes in your presence...sorry.

-People who are so consumed with the "artificial" world.
(These people include those who rather fix a problem on "MSN" rather than in person.)
-People who take a gift/ability, such as reading or speaking, for granted.
-People who drag their feet.
-People who slurp their soup.
-People who slurp.
-People who stare at you for a looong amount of time even AFTER you've stared them down. (AKA basically half the people on everyday transit.)
-People who are ungrateful (these people tend to be rude and obnoxious...and are more than often seen as your common immature brat.)
-People who are so grotesquely inconsiderate.


...There are more. Those are just the ones that are testing my limits right now...I'm seriously on my edge.

MERRY early CHRISTMAS!

Bye everyone! I'm out of here on monday. However, I won't have time to blog tomorrow.
So, this is my early departing note.
Merry Christmas and enjoy.
Take the time to realize the majesty in all things simple.
Search for the patience, the love, the truth that I know everyone has somewhere inside of them.

Mend some broken relationships...
and don't JUST THINK glue and thread will do it.
Create some new relationships.
Give a cup of coffee to that homeless man sitting at the bus stop.
Volunteer at the hospital or at your church.

Do something for someone.
And you'll realize that you've already done something for yourself.


And when you can, take some time for yourself...sleep for 17 hours?
(Yes, that is do-able, I slept 17 hours last night.)

You get everything you want...just maybe NOT in the form you wanted it in.

"What if I want her to tell me the truth?"

"Well then, my boy, you better be prepared to ACCEPT the truth in the spirit with which it was offered."

We've just reached the end of a chapter...

She couldn't bring herself to respond.
Couldn't bring herself to look at him.
She wasn't sure whether she wanted to confront him now
Or wait until she had more time to process what
ALL OF THIS meant.

This realization brought her feelings of frustration to surface once more,
but he didn't seem to notice.

She took one more glance...
one more look at him...
and then went into autopilot.

"...my guess is that both of you are wrong. That's
the way most arguments go anyway. People are who they are
and no one is perfect...you'll always figure out a way to get THROUGH it."
-Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight

No more games.
I'm just not in the mood...
It's just that I didn't know why.

"He deserves a life line..."

THEY ALL DO.
They deserve a chance...
a chance at living life.
BE PRO-LIFE.

This life...

contains a heaping truckload of bliss...
and a tablespoon of tragedy.
I've realized it is within this tablespoon that
my hands have become damaged.

They were so completely drenched in chemicals...
I'm quite surprised I haven't acquired some sort of cancer.
(I hope I haven't, anyways.)
The smell of toxins waft into my nose.

However, I have finally rinsed my hands;
I have soaped them clean.
And as I did, I watched the shades of red, blue, and purple
decolorize, and soon disappear in the water
spiralling down the sink...into the abyss.

There's not a spot of paint left...not a mask of colour,
only my bare skin remains...
and naked, I can enjoy paradise...
the paradise that is my life.

I'm sorry that it has taken me this eternity to realize.
Don't worry,

"I have JUST FINISHED."

And this masterpiece will now emerge into a full blossom.

Let's play.

Good move...touché.

Dear Marvin; my number one.

Yes, I called you out.
Just to show you I'm not ashamed...I'm not hiding anything.

But I also want to let you know...that I want to be more than JUST words.
I want to be...
your embrace...
your tears...
your laughs...

your heart.

I want to be yours.

I've aquired many bruises.
The ground frequently opens up beneath me...
and buckets of rain are thrown into the wells of my eyes.

My blood with no where to escape,
creates this plum purple patch within my skin.
I've taken to this purple identity,
No longer sore...
only numb.

The tree's arms reach for me...
Rocks follow my every step...
For it is their desire
to gash my skin open
to reveal my true colour...
my red secret
that is flowing, now so clearly (for its beat shakes the ground),
through this heart;
it's his poison..
it's my salvation...

my blood.

Learn to trust. And believe in me.

I can be your heart's security guard.
Any protection...
under lock and key...
I'll be your security.

Your heart will be safe with me.
Under maximum security.

I need you to believe in me...
I promise I won't let you down.

Just, please, don't lock it AWAY from me.

UGH

I'm upset.
STILL.
(Referring to my last entry!)
...but even more than that...I'm upset at myself.
I mean, I'm just as bad...sitting here in bed...doing nothing about this.


SO...I'm going to do something about it.
I don't care if people think it's "stupid" or "not that big of a deal."
BECAUSE it IS, as a matter of fact...A REAL BIG DEAL!
AND...UGH.

Life...or Death?

"Life or death?" This was something we unintentionally discussed in Bio12 class today.

It fascinated me.

We were, at first, learning about blood...which led to the topic of diseases caused
by improper reproduction of blood...and how we can/should cure them.

We took a situation...and discussed our options.
For example, because our blood cells/platelets can't reproduce on their own...we need bone marrow--which then produces these cells.
However, what if someone doesn't have enough platelets? (Due to a bone marrow malfunction.)

Now what?

Well, that person would kill their "old" and "useless" bone marrow (through radiation.) And get bone marrow elsewhere. HOWEVER, they can't just get bone marrow cells...or platelets from ANYONE because OUR matured platelets have their own antigen. (A name tag, if you will, specific to our own person.)

So now what do we do?

Easy. We take the stem cells from someone else..
Stem Cells=Baby cells that have not yet developed into one specific cell.
(It's like when you're a kid..and you have no idea what you want to be yet...that kind of thing.)

But...where do we get baby cells, you might ask?

Well, from bodies that haven't matured yet...babies.
From the fetus.

Now, this is safe...if it's taken from the placenta/umbilical cord.

HOWEVER, this only provides a limited supply of stem cells.
And people are dying. And their loved ones are grieving.
And they'll do anything...and I mean anything...to get more.
Just to sustain their lives...
even if it means they have to kill a fetus.

So there you go.
People are now MANUFACTURING babies...to take their stem cells...and then kill them.

THIS is ACTUALLY happening NOW. PEOPLE are giving MONEY to OTHER PEOPLE for their fetus'. The saddest part is...in America, they are paying people in poor and unfortunate countries to make babies...just to kill them...for their stem cells...so that they can live longer.

HOW GREEDY can WE GET?

Apparently...we CAN get A LOT more greedy...because right now...in envitro...there are 200,000+ FROZEN fetus'.

And with every minute they spend in this frozen state...their chance at survival weakens.
It's a lose lose situation.
We're killing thousands of lives...with every minute.
WHAT IS THIS?

I'm upset.
If you know me...you KNOW I can't stand abortion...I can't stand to know that lives are being wasted.

Choose life... no matter what situation you're in. Realize there is love in life. That there is a reason to live. And that, most of all, you must give others the choice to live their lives...and what's more...to live them to the fullest. It doesn't matter how close you are to death...embrace what you have until the end.

Forget how close you are to drowning--never give up. You CAN swim to the surface for that sustaining breath.

Why life is actually perfect...

Things go wrong...so that you appreciate them when they're right.
It's about sorrows...
..that always seem to find comfort.




The tears that get kissed dry by the sun.

Eat away at my soul...love me forever.

Please put your hand in mine.
I think that would be nice.
Let's lie together...
I know things will get better.
Take me with you...
just don't dream me away.
It's in your heart;
that's where mine wants to stay.

I wish this could last
for the rest of my life.
And that's the reason why I want to be more than one night.
I want to be more than just a moment you spend in your life.
I want to be more than a day.


I want to be MORE THAN THE WORDS that I say.

THE ONE.

It's the one question everyone has been stopping to ask lately:
"So, what now?"

We're in this together.

We started and we're going to finish...
with your hand in my hand.

We're partners...
we're going to get it like nobody else can.

I'm all for you.
My heart is you.

We've got this master plan.

You asked me about my 'bay' and I'll say,
"When the bus stops running and the trains stop coming, and the ship goes under...
we know we're in this thing together. And when the clock stops ticking and the sunshine is missing. Nobody else will fi it. Because we're in this thing together."

Trust me now.

I love it boy because you're just like my accomplice.
We fight this war.
There isn't a thing we can't accomplish.

Because, love, you're my MVP.
We're like the winning team.

Boy, we're the best they've ever seen.

The presence of absence.

"I was waiting to feel her return my touch, and I felt at that moment, felt with all my heart, that I could wait the whole life of the world for such a thing, until the earth and the sky met and locked and the distance between them closed forever."

I'm focusing now...on not what WAS there...
but what isn't.
The empty space between the fingers...
rather than the fingers that create that empty space
when brought apart.

Not the grasp...but the release.

IT's life.

"A boy--a child...
must be coaxed...caressed into what they might not like...
but what IS right for them.
A man...must be approached..."

The Ceiling

is a short story I have fallen in love with.
http://www.randomhouse.com/boldtype/ohenry/0902/brockmeier_ceiling.html

Read it. Seriously.


P.S. Eng11-Mr. Hughes...sorry, this is the story I'm doing my project on. I call dibs. d:

I had this dream...where I entered a room.

The walls' grey wings covered the room...leaving behind a
dark hue which was clearly in suffering.

The room bore a cement floor...shockingly cold to my naked feet.



Your hands were covering my eyes. (They find your taste inconceivably sweet.)
I knew it was you; your scent is too familiar...

so familiar that I've learned to associate it with mine.

I knew because of your benevolent fingers...your passionate caress.
And the way your body enclosed mine...my back sleeping in your chest.
For a moment...I was alive...

though my heart had s to p p e d b e a t i n g.

Your breath licked my ear...and I thought I was going to die.

I attempted a step forward...but you gripped me firm.
And you offered me a sweet song of love.

Then away you went...with no goodbye. No warning. Nothing.

My eyes opened...and I saw.
I saw the million and one petals covering the cold cement.

How can something so dazzling associate with the bitter?

But isn't that what it is?

What are petals...if not held by a stem?
So I bent down...and embraced each one.

I picked them up and with my tears,
glued them back onto the stem.

I tucked the flower behind my ear...in hopes that you would notice me...
remember me...and realize it was all a mistake.

SOUL.

I want to kiss you until
your soul comes spiralling out
of your mouth and goes spiralling
back down into me.

SO my throat has been hurting ever since saturday...

..UNTIL NOW.
Thank GOD for NeoCitran.
My goodness.


However, they could use better packaging! It took me forever to open
the damn pouch. So inconvenient.

Don't worry though, my trusty NeoCitran, we can fix that minor flaw.

I'll introduce you to my daddy (:

I have decided:

Life is about...


...endings that bring new beginnings,





...tragedies that turn into unexpected joys,




...and most of all...




...the magical surprise and the very real but unknown element of everlasting love.

SOMETIMES THE EMOTION THAT BREAKS YOUR HEART...

What if I lay on my back forever, perfectly preserved in a glass cylinder of thick electrophoresis gel? Because right now I feel suspended...as if taken by my hair...captured in his fist. While hanging...I'll be in a silent repose. The suction between my lungs will subside and it'll feel as if my head will implode at any minute now. And with every minute waiting...I'll feel anxious. Then I'll go insane.

They say a heart ain't a brain... but why then is my chest so empty?




...is the very one that will heal it.

STUNT DOUBLES.

...know their limits.
Don't EVER pull a STUNT
that is too risky.


Otherwise...you might lose yourself one day.

Driving pre-cautions.

Nearing my house, I had THE realization of all realizations. It happened once I had closed my "Road Sense" Book (because, yes, I'm 16 now and therefore, I am going through the tedious reading of this senseless book...which is ironic because it is actually a book of logic. Really OBVIOUS logic.) My realization was that we're constantly kept away from "accidents" and moreover, events that are "accident-prone." Think about this for a second.
What do you think this is teaching people?! Seriously. In learning they MUST stay away from "physical" accidents (such as collisions), wouldn't they take precautions emotionally as well?
You're probably thinking that, that isn't such an awful thing...nothing to argue with.
However, did you consider just how PROFUSELY they would take these precations?


Or rather, how they could become obsessed with being too careful?


They would all be so unsure of how to commit to a relationship after one set back...after one argument. They would be frightened to go THROUGH the collision and wouldn't take responsibility and therefore, in doing so, they would run away.
Collisions are something to GET THROUGH...something YOU HAVE TO FIX...and not something to just go around. And because they would go around this mess...they'd be accustomed to being so insensitive...and wouldn't be able to care anymore.


Artificially speaking, they live in this mind-set that in "car-crashes" they can unbuckle their seatbelts, get out of the car...and run. To the rest of the sane world, they are seen as ridiculous & embody the character of caitiffs. They're species suffers for up to years from little bursts of oppression when others bring up the "past car-accident." They are fully aware of the past...ultimately by avoiding the past. And meanwhile the whole world is understandably peeling away the insignificant set-backs...letting life take its proper course.

Forward.



To these insane people...the accident tucked away in the back of their craniums...slowly consumes them...causing an excrutiatingly painful hole.



Now, do you realize going around is acually more difficult and more time-consuming than going through? This tendency also produces an abundance of broken hearts. Not just to the person going around...but more specifically and especially to the other car involved in the accident.



While they're off being their rambunctious selves...the victim is being tortured--simply waiting for a hand to take them to a hospital until they're finally healed.



Now, do you see the hidden message to these "road-sense" books?


"Don't be a stupid driver..." has a completely different meaning to me now.



Sure, the government won't congratulate you for being under-cautious...(they'd probably reprimand you.) Just trust me...when it comes to "emotional car crashes" it's better to go THROUGH.

4 steps. Pg.115...but you already knew.

IN MY DREAMS

I can see the weak, healed and strong.
I don't care that they think I'm too young.

Everybody has something they want to be when they grow up,
It's a feeling you can't explain because it's something you want so much.
"Go hang out and play."
"You can't do anything about it now."

The visions in my head CAN become real one day.

I can see the weak, healed and strong.
And it won't take long.
But I'll never get this if I don't start now.

I'm holding on,
I'm finally strong,
I'm following my dreams.

I've come too far,
I'm smarter now,
No matter what they say.
I'll never give up and
I'll hold my head up.

NOBODY can get in my way.
I can go on,
So I'll finish strong...
because I'm following my dreams.

Some people say I'm too young,
That I should go out and have fun,
Don't try to be so "grown",
just try to be a NORMAL "youngin'".

But I've put A LOT of thought into this,
And it's just the feeling that I feel,
Sometimes I can't sleep because all...

I can see are the city buildings bowing down to me.
From the 20th floor--the penthouse--
I'll be watching the city wake up and go to sleep.

I can see ME in the observation room...
watching what is the closest thing to a miracle.
I'll admit that the scary part is....this will happen all too soon.

I can feel this dream coming on...
I'll let it in.

Something's gotta give if I want to see...
the weak healed and strong.
I'm holding on...because I'm following my dreams.

A Note from Father to Daughter:

I never imagined that one person could mean so much,
But then it happened...
There you are.
What a creation.
Needing my patience; deserving of my time
So beautiful.
What a creation.
Simply amazing; instantly changing...

my life.

I realize every day I need you,
I really do, and if it weren't true...
I'd still want you.
And you'll always be the whole world to me;
you're God's precious gift.
Every time you smile,
Every single kiss...
I give my life for this.

And now that I have you; I won't take you for granted.
Here's why....

you're the greatest thing that's happened in my life.

There you are...what a creation.
So beautiful.