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How do people have closets full of designer clothes when others go around in rags?

Why do people sleep in beds with Egyptian cotton pillows and silk down blankets while others sleep on dusty, cockroach-infested floors?

How do we eat around 2000 calories a day when others may have to starve for a week?

It's all because we have power.
But so many people have forgotten (or neglected) the fact that
"With great power comes great responsibility."

I'm a picky eater. Refusing my mom's green peppers, she told me [roughly and in translation], "if we sent you to the country in China for a year, you would eat anything." I rolled my eyes. "What do you think they eat there, every day?" "I dunno, rice?" I mumbled. She was flabbergasted. "Rice? Rice is a luxury they couldn't afford in a trillion years."

And then the fact that parents sell their own children into slavery for the USD equivalent of $7.
I spent $7 on dinner tonight.
I basically ate the equivalent of a child's whole life. (And I'm still not full... ;] )

So reconsider next time you're thirsty and pick up a bottle of soda. Every penny you spend on something trivial is also one penny someone else could use to feed himself for the first time in days, or that could put a roof over someone's head.

Sharing is Caring by cute_confusion (deviantart)

SHARING IS CARING!

/ m u s i c /

/ I wanna take you away / let's escape into the music / dj let it play /

Spoken language is between mouth and ear
Written language is between hand and eye
Music is between heart and heart

Because of the universality of music, a Chilean can express himself to a Vietnamese with ease.

syllables become legatos, staccatos, and marcatos
words become a, b, c, do, re, mi
paragraphs become movements
short stories, autobiographies, and novels become marches, suites, and concertos
rising and falling actions become accelerandos and ritardandos
a car chase may become vivace, subito, and fortissimo
a sunset may become dolce, tenuto, and piano

Music is.. by x-chan (on deviantart)

MUSIC IS WHAT FEELINGS SOUND LIKE

spring is in the air

It feels like the sand is shifting beneath me.
And for once not because I'm sinking, but because I'm digging the hole.

I'm making a conscious effort to change for the better.

And even though it is ultimately for the good, it DOES feel like I'm being swallowed by mountains of choking sand. But, no pain no gain, right? (And Lucas don't reply saying no pain no pain.)

One thing that kind of gives me hope is that --
it's SPRING!

I'm sowing the seeds and for now the buds are small and insignificant...
But perservere through the wind and the rain and they'll be blossoms!

:D

Boxer

It's time to work a hell of a lot harder.

I've been kind of living life day to day, and now, I finally want to take life by the reigns and ride the hell out of it.

Now that I've cleared my eyes and mind, I have my mind on the goals and I am going to do whatever it takes to achieve them... a bit of self sacrifice is all.
My time, my effort, my sweat, my sleep, but in the end it hopefully will be all worth it.

I know this is short, but I need to sleep so I can really concentrate tomorrow.

"I will work harder" ~Boxer from Animal Farm

Choking on thoughts & words

note: this is a weird entry... I usually save these kinda entries for writing on paper. Where nobody else will see it. But you know what, WHAT THE HELL.

In my world, I would bring band-aids to school and all these hearts would be healed.

They tend to sneak up on you.
Like spiderwebs - you don't realize they're right in front of your face until you're caught.
I feel like that bug, helplessly lost, the more you struggle, the tighter it gets... until you can't breathe.
Or more like I'm off on the side, watching the bugs get caught, one by one.

Anddd I want to help, but there's simply nothing I can do.
They're like.. a pyramid of glass hearts balancing on the tip of a needle.

All that it ends in is.. glass shards. Which are incredibly sharp, and end in even more pain. Pain for you, pain for me, pain pain pain pain PAIN.
But in that lawn there are two flowers, that are soooo incredibly colorful and happy. Is it worth the yellow, drooping witheredness of the rest of the lawn? I guess that's part of taking risks.
We put our hearts on the line, and sometimes they get torn to pieces.
I guess that's just life.

To end on a positive note... tomorrow's Friday... that should be a wonderful escape for us all.
But then again we'll all have to come back on Monday and face the cruel reality.

Ohwait, that isn't positive.

I fail.
Sighhhh
I hate standing on the sidelines. I'd rather play.
But when you play, and only make it worse, what can I do then?

I don't know. It's late.
My brain is dead.

I think I'll nap it off. Things always seem better in the morning.
Even though deep inside I know I'm just running from my problems, again...

I can go from low to high and back to low so fast.
It was less than an hour ago I had that happy feeling warm in my chest... and now I've been plunged back into ice-water.

When you change temperatures suddenly, you end up sick.
And that's what I am. SICK.
/I'm so sick, infected / with where I live / let me live without this / empty bliss / selfishness / I'm so sick... /
I need a break.

I wish life was like one of those microwavable foods - just add water.
But those foods are bad quality, they're dull and tasteless and not to mention unhealthy.

I don't really know why all my thoughts are kinda rolling through my body to my fingertips and onto the keyboard...

God I can't stop! It's like that feeling when you know you've lost but you don't want to admit it.
I don't want to admit life sucks.
There's happy times waiting, right?
I'd like to hope so.

And while I sit here rambling on and on about my life and how it sucks, there are people out there who have it way worse. That's how greedy I am.

:\
Just let the tears fall already.............

Sweet democracy no more

I know how you feel now, when they won't listen...
It's like they've made up their minds that they are 100% right and everyone else is 100% wrong 100% of the time, and that what they have to say is 100% more important than what you and me have to say.

That is why I'm 100% pissed.
Actually, that's an understatement.

Seriously, I don't care whether you teach me anymore or not. Honestly, I've wanted to quit for a while, too. But me leaving doesn't solve anything. You're going to go on, abusing your students. And none of them will say or do anything about it.

But I can't let this go on! If something's wrong, YOU FIX IT.

And I tried to very very nicely help you do that. All I even asked was for you to listen.

I came in here perfectly calm, perfectly contained, with the sole purpose for improving you for the sake of your students.

But the first thing you say when I bring the subject up, is:
I'M THE TEACHER. I DON'T LISTEN TO YOU. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TRYING TO TALK TO ME!?

Apparently, I'm supposed to bow down to your feet.
Apparently, what I have to say isn't worth more than a fleck of dust on the floor.
I might as well not exist!

But I'm no quitter. This is FAR from over.
And I won't do anything wrong. Unlike you, who pinched me. THAT FREAKING HURT.
In addition, THAT'S FREAKING ILLEGAL!

All I really want you to do is understand. And change for the benefit of EVERYONE. Including yourself. Do you know how many people quit because you wouldn't stop telling them that they sucked and were stupid and should stop dancing? (this is not an exaggeration)

For one, we wouldn't all hate you anymore.
And you would have more business.
And the world would be a happier place.

Unfortunately, it's harder than it sounds...

Art is a paradox within itself...

I missed art class again... (but this time because I fell asleep.)
I haven't been there since January!! And I feel horrible.
So I guess I'll atone by looking at other people's pretty art... I weeded through my favorites and found my all-time favorites... umyeah.

DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE!
They are all from deviantart. :D
Oh and I ended up having a LOTTT so I divided it into parts. xD

PHOTOGRAPHY PORTION

Raindrops Falling On My Head by BatDesignz


gelato di nuvuola by meppol (translation: cloud ice cream)


feel ready to go by werol


Kaledoscope Reverie by alexiuss


please hug me by Zendar


:: When love dies... :: by Liek


reprise of fairys tears by ssilence


Power of Love by BatDesignz

Love... by TheOne85Ca

Elegy Of Icarus by BatDesignz

Heartless... by msog


Rejected by Davenit


words like violence by Miss-Freak-of-Nature


Almost... by kelc


Procreation by werol

Make love, not war

I can't count the number of times I've used the word hate.

"I hate homework."
"I hate life."
"I hate you."

Do I ever really mean it? No.

I'm going to confess that I have never, ever, wholeheartedly hated something.
Because everything has a reason, right? You can't blame them.

Soldiers killing other soldiers are only trying to save the people of their country.
A mother selling a child into labor is only trying to save the rest of the children.
People executing innocent people in Guantanamo, they're only taking orders.
And even Bush tried.
And plus, who elected him in the first place? We did. So it's not in our place to complain.

Complaining gets nothing done. Instead, let's act.

Instead of sitting on our buts whining that global warming will kill us all, stand up and turn off that light.
Instead of listening to reports on wolf slaughter, sign a petition.
(CLICKY CLICKY!)
Instead of just reading this blog, get out there and act.