Destiny.

Some of us are meant to suffer, waking up day after day to a feeling that has no meaning while some have their whole life put out for them, but either way we have to stay alive because we have to see how the story ends.

Life can be innocent.

PIGLET: "How do you spell love?"

POOH: "You don't spell it. You feel it."

The gears shifting.

You know when people say, "You're just a child, you don't know anything about love or responsibility. We've got years of experience and you just have a few simple care-free years. Nothing drastic."

Sometimes I like to think you guys tell yourselves that so you don't need to get advice from people that actually care.

Talent Show.

I found these photos on my camera last night and thought I should put them up. I did.

Sorry for bad quality (my sisters boyf sucks man.)

Yeah, this is how we roll.

The grade 10s are super jas!

Thats what I thought.

Yeah. Its no surprise that you'd rather watch movies than talk to me.

Thanks for not telling me.

Shake it! Shake it! Shake it like you mean it!

YEAH! WOO HOO! GO BABY GO!

Tonight was our first night of Talent show! It was like a party on the stage.

Oh, Sweaty balls... you make it all better!

Fun and long day.

Tonight was fun.

Remember the post I posted about Talent Show (Instead of work. We do this), so anyway we have rehearsals from 6 pm till quarter to 9. And I had no lift to drop me there.

So I stayed at school. Who stays at school 12 freakin hours!

Fatima was with me and we bought McDs. Fun stuff. Oh.

And he was there.

:)

 

Instead of work, we do this.

Thursday and Friday is my school talent show. We have it every year and what we do is that each grade has to do something. Like an act or a dance. Its really weird.

And the weirdest part is that my group is dancing to the song Get Low by Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz. And Im gonna enjoy it.

Back to the surf walk.

On Friday I did something really bad.

When we got back from the surf walk I stepped on wet paint... And then we ran away.

Lol. Lets hope nobody finds out.

xoxo.

Walking the surf.

Tomorrows our school Surf Walk. We're walking from Muizenburg beach to Vishoek beach.

And I'll be walking with you. I really don't want to.

But at the same time I do.

Im the person behind the curtain.

I've let myself become friends with you because I know that if I can't accept the things you don't offer I wouldn't accept this reality.

And sometimes, when you write about things, I let myself become vulnerable and think "Maybe he was talking about me." But there's always that small little voice inside my head saying "You're invisible."

A day feeling like a beauty queen.

3 March 2010.

Happy Birthday Mama. Im glad that you didn't cry in front of me and that I remembered to put Fatima's name in the card.

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4 March 2010

My sister needed my help today. I had to be her client. She had to put make-up on for me and red nail polish. 5 o clock in the morning.

It felt like a mask.

I was nervous for her because it would be my fault if she failed. I didn't want that to happen. I had to go to the bathroom 3 times.

I hope she passed.

xoxo.