Don't worry, be happy =]

Don't worry, be happy =]

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that smiles are infectious. The happier you are, the happier those around you will be. The world we're living in now has so much hate, crime, chaos, and well...the list goes on. But people forget how much one random act of kindness can affect things. So I say, give the world a
little dose of what it needs most: Happiness. Every little bit counts.


We all go through hard times, and sometimes we all need a bit of frowning time and a good cry, so I'm not asking anyone to be happy all the time. Nobody can be happy all the time. Because without pain, there
would be no happiness...there would be nothing in comparison, therefore it would not exist.


I spent most of my life being sad over my past, instead of being bright about my future. But then I realized...today might not be perfect, but there's always tomorrow. At times, it seems that everyones spending their lives looking over their shoulder...what we need is to look towards the future. Your future
is what you make of it, as long as you're looking towards it.
I know it's tough sometimes, and I know life isn't perfect.
But the more happiness you send out into the world, the more happiness you'll receive. It's a two-way
street my dears.

So laugh insanely, smile your heart out, love passionately.
These are the simplest steps to take in order to improve your outlook in life over all.
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# Gepost op vrijdag 16 mei 2008, 08u52

Children See, Children Do


Today's children are tomorrow's leaders.
Please set a good example for them.

Please leave a comment about your thoughts on the video and such, I'm interested in knowing what other people think about this subject. I'll respond to all of them =)
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# Gepost op dinsdag 15 april 2008, 05u36

Gewijzigd op woensdag 16 april 2008, 16u18

Labels

Labels
Gothic. Emo. Punk. Skater. These are the stereotypes I've been branded as most. Well you know what? Screw you. I'm sick of all of your obsessions with categorizing people. I'm a PERSON goddamnit, LEAVE IT AT THAT. Don't categorize me, don't label me, don't stereotype me. What makes you think you have the right to BRAND me. The second you meet someone, see someone, you all immediately practically stamp their freaking foreheads with whichever stereotype you believe they fit into. Well guess what? Stamp me all you want bitches. Because with each thing I say, each thing I wear, and each thing I do, those stamps get washed away. I'm not going to play along with this crap. I'll be who I want to be, regardless of whether or not "someone like me" should be that way.
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# Gepost op dinsdag 08 april 2008, 13u24

Gewijzigd op zaterdag 12 april 2008, 07u01

[ ♥ Je t'aime ♥ ]

[ ♥ Je t'aime ♥ ]
Sometimes, it's not about reading between the lines.
Sometimes, it's about reading between the words.

I love the way you always know how I'm feeling just by looking at what song I'm listening to. I love the way you always give me the perfect candy, even when I don't know whether I want something sweet or salty. I love the way you laugh at all my jokes, even when they really aren't funny. I love the way you tell me I'm beautiful, even when I have no makeup on. I love the way you won't let me go, even when I fight to run away. I love the way you kiss my cheeks, even when they're drenched with tears. I love the way you look at me, when I feel like I'm invisible. I love the way you hold my hand, even though it's underneath the table. I love the way you call my name, when we play hide and seek in the woods at night. I love the way you whisper my name, when we stay up late on the phone. I love the way you fight to stay awake, just to hear me fall asleep. I love the way you let me choose the cheesiest chick flick movies, even though you really want to see an action flick. I love the way you comfort me, when it seems like everyone else just dismisses me. I love the way you make me feel, every minute of the day. I love the way you make me smile, when nobody else can. I love the way you make me laugh, when I get in really bad fights with my dad. I love the way you let me lie on you under the stars, when the ground is covered in snow. I love the way you always put your coat on my shoulders, the second you see me shiver. I love the way you pull me onto your lap, when there are no more seats on the train. I love the way you keep every picture we take, even if we look completely blurry in them. I love the way you let me ramble on and on, about the most uninteresting subjects. I love the way you protect me, when I'm too drunk to do it on my own. I love the way you dance with me, even when there's no music on. I love the way you wrestle me to the ground and hold my arms down whenever we have our "I love you" "I love you more" fights. I love the way that you say "I love you" when I need to hear it most. I love the way you kiss the top of my head when you're proud of me. I love the way you paint your nails black on the weekend after I tell you how hot I think it is when boys do that. I love the way you printed out a picture of Bill Kaulitz and hung it in your room just because you know I love him, even though you hate him. I love the way you get excited over the fact that M&M's melt in your mouth and not on your hand. I love how you let me use your favorite pen and not anyone else. I love the way you notice what flavor lipgloss I'm wearing whenever you kiss me. I love the way you'll convince me to put on Jessica
Simpson Perfume just to taste my neck.

Because if you had read between my words all those years ago,
you would have realized a lot sooner what I was trying to say the whole time.

[ ♥ Ti amo ♥ ]
[ ♥ Te quiero ♥ ]
[ ♥ Te amo ♥ ]

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# Gepost op donderdag 03 april 2008, 21u52

Gewijzigd op zaterdag 12 april 2008, 22u38

You can't be defined

You can't be defined
I was asked a simple question in an online survey: "Define yourself in 200 words or less." My fingers brushed the keyboard, as I waited for a response to filter through my mind and out of my fingertips. But nothing would come. I paused momentarily, placing my index finger between my teeth before biting down on the nail. Why couldn't I think of a response? Why couldn't I just explain who I am, how I perceive myself, or what kind of person I think I am? And that's when I realized...I don't know who I am. I have absolutely no idea who I am. But what does this mean exactly? "Who I am"... how can a person's essence, way of being, or personality be put into words? Is that really possible? I slowly gathered pieces of information from the corners of my mind...anything that was relevant; facts about myself, tendencies I have, ways I feel about certain things. Okay, so, I have a bad temper at times, a low self-esteem, many nervous habits, etc...But still, what I do, what I say, what I feel, none of this defines who I am as a person. Can a person ever be defined? Can a soul be given a description? Suddenly, the words "adolescence is about finding yourself" wrenched their way to the front of my mind, and began repeating themselves on an endless loop. And I realized something. Finding yourself isn't just what adolescence is about...or what life is about. Who you are isn't something that can be found. When stripping away the different layers of what exactly who "someone is" really means, all that we're left with is the soul. But your soul is always with you. It's been there since the day you were born, and will stay with you until the day that you die. So when people say that adolescence is about finding yourself, does this mean that it's all about finding your soul? Your soul can't be grasped at. It fills every inch and every corner of your being, and as hard as you try to find it, define it, you can't. If you spend your whole life trying to find yourself, you'll never discover who you are, because every precious moment of life is about making choices that will affect who you become.

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
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# Gepost op maandag 24 maart 2008, 17u44