Pages

Saturday, 28 March 2015

A gentle whisper


emorfes.com

Where flowers grow on endless roads,
Is where I wish to reside.
Among the trees,
And emerald fields,
Where orange petals lie.
I'll sit on benches made of oak,
And watch the clouds go by.
"Why isn't it a beautiful life?"
I'll whisper to the sky.

(Apologies if you've received any notifications of posts that don't contain anything. Stupid technology.)


Monday, 23 March 2015

Confessions of an awkward teen


It's time I confess some things.

To...

Sarah (totally fake name)I didn't turn down your sleepover  invitation because my mum said I couldn't go. I just find it awkward to sleep in someone else's house. Plus I can't hold a conversation for more than 5 minutes let a lone a whole night.

Random girl in my class, I lied about not having a pen. I had one. I just really loved that pen.

Dear brother. I lied. I did take the last cookie.

Laura (another totally fake name), like Sarah fakename I could have attended your birthday party but I don't like the idea of socializing with 5 other beings I've never met before.

Everyone ever at the bus stop, I'm never really listening to music, my earphones are in to stop you from talking to me.

The other girl in my class, I did have body spray but just like the pen it was my favorite.

Persistent human being, I did have gum but I just didn't want to give your annoying self any or say no.

The rude girl, I don't like you... at all.

The rude girl again, I did know the answer to number 3, and number 5 and number 7 and number 9. But I'm presuming you have a mind and some sort of level of intellect. Please use it.

Hypocrite. I was the one who told you to shut up in class. I appreciate the death glare by the way.

Friends, when I said I didn't mind what position I wanted to be assigned in the group, I was lying. I knew exactly where I wanted to be, and by the way I never got to be in that position.

Person on my contacts list, I saw the text and the missed calls. I just didn't want to talk to you.

 Girl, I had no idea what  you actually said, I just nodded to avoid the awkwardness.

The little girl on the bus who kept staring at me ( quite sinisterly at that) I did see you staring. You evil  I mean sweet child.

Any confessions of your own?

Saturday, 21 March 2015

So Recently...


I chipped my tooth. It was a Friday and I tried multitasking. I, of course did a horrible job at that and as I was talking,whilst attempting to eat, bit down onto my fork and chipped my tooth.
Chose my options for Year 9 and freaked out.
Laughed way too hard at something my friend said.
Came up with tons of post ideas.
Pushed back doing my homework because I'm terribly lazy.
Body rolled and boogied.
Attempted to finish a 6 page business plan on my own and failed.
Obsessed over way too many things.
Learn't that I'm the worst in an emotional situation. I'm terrible at comforting.
I realized that time goes by way too fast.
And started replying to those comments I've been neglecting for so long.

 This also happened:
Check out the link for the original post below this.
http://brennasbadblog.blogspot.co.uk/2015/03/contest-woohoo.html

Guidelines
-You may use any type of self-expression, including, but not limited to: Painting, drawing, edits, photographs, short stories/poems, songs (Uploaded to YouTube) 

-Absolutely NO PLAGIARISM or you will be disqualified! 

-Here is the important part! The theme is (drumroll please)your favorite childhood memories.  I am looking for the best piece of art showing a childhood memory. It doesn't even have to be real, maybe it can be what you wish you could have done while you were still so young. 

-Please email all entries to me at princessbeemo@gmail.com or send them to me via Google+

-Limit of 1 entry per person

Before submitting entry, please I beg you to promote the contest, it might earn you extra points

-A separate post, containing prize/winner information will be following this one soon

-CONTEST ENDS SATURDAY APRIL 11

-Any questions please ask-it's not a stupid question.

I made it all blue because I'm just cool like that.

What have you been doing recently? Not to sound creepy or anything.





Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Why social media is so popular



As humans we're all just rather curious of the people around us. What others are thinking. What beauty products others use. What books people read. What songs people are listening to. What colour you view a dress. And that my friends is where social media comes in. The ability to share anything and everything with a few clicks or taps or slides. Whatever motion you use to share stuff on the line.( And yes I did intentionally say on the line.)

The way social media enables us to visit aspects of people's lives that we wouldn't necessarily be aware of is what makes it so special.  We can connect with others around the world ,( assuming they have an internet connection and hopefully WiFi. Oh WiFi how I love you.) and learn a little bit or maybe a lot about them.

Let's just put aside the fact that  most social media is free, which is reason enough for it's popularity. Social media educates us on the current trends going on in the world. Admittedly you might not learn anything academic from social media but hey it provides you with knowledge that you probably didn't know before.

 It's also really easy to use and it's one of the main reasons why everyone's on their phones now a days. You could teach a squirrel to use social media and I guarantee you the next day you'll be seeing some epic, fully filtered photos of squirrels and tweets with the #nuts.

 Most importantly it allows us to keep up to date with what all the celebrities are doing :P Not that I'm obsessed or anything. It's not like....pfttt....well...I swear I'm not a stalker.

 Social media is popular because of us. The way we yearn to learn and be aware. The way we want to share and be shared with. The way it allows us to be a part of something so big with just one click, slide, or tap.  And deep down inside, we're all just a little bit nosy :P

Saturday, 14 March 2015

If love stories were real...

If love stories were real ...

Taylor Swift would rule the world.
PDA would be the new trend.
Tubs of ice cream would litter the floor and the nation would be flooded with tears.
Romantic gestures would become the norm.
Overly dramatic dialogue would consume our ears.
The word I love you would be highly overused.
Break ups would last no more than a few minutes and then everyone would fall helplessly in love again.
The indecisive protagonist would most surely be dumped by both males.
Cute date scenes would be awkward.
It would be totally unrealistic but hey at least they're fun to read.




Monday, 9 March 2015

The Versatile Blogger Award



Clears throat.
To Bobo the chimp I thank you.
Oh and Bob the llama,
Suzie the unicorn,
Toby the hamster,
Raj the tortoise,
Lucy the owl (oh how wise you are),
Winnie the pooh and Eeyore.
Thank you for getting me this far.
(cue over dramatic crying.)
Its...been..an...honor. (More crying)

So I got nominated for the Versatile Blogger award by this brilliant gal and I want to say a big thank you to her.

Here are the rules y'all.
Thank the blogger who nominated you for the award
Tell the readers 7 cool facts about yourself
Finally, nominate 5-15 other bloggers for this awesome award.

Let's do this thang.

So...um.. this is the part where I tell you seven  facts about myself. That's easy right? Hmmmm.

I own a branch of unicorn salons around the world? That's a lie.
I uhh love sports. That's a lie too.
I once tried to attacked a scarf .I'm going to say that's a lie as well.

But in all seriousness:

1) I get emotionally attached to book characters
2)My dreams can get real weird. Like hamster astronauts in space weird.
3) I fear human interaction. I said it, I know I sound like some anti social alien  but I really do.
4)I'm a professional procrastinator.
5) I used to think I possessed magical powers and sometimes when there was no one around ( wow that sounded creepy) I pretended I was like Harry Potter.
6) I can't dance. sigh. My dreams of becoming Beyonce's back up dancer just seem to be so far away.
7) I'm a very stubborn person and hate to be told that I'm not capable of doing something.

And now to my nominations. I always find it really hard to nominate people because I tend to choose the same people. So to prevent that, why not just nominate you all? It's a bit of a cop out but If you do have a blog and are reading this I hope you accept the nomination.

Before you go, check out the guest post I did on Amelia Grace's blog, she's awesome.



Friday, 6 March 2015

The fangirl effect



A.K.A. The  6 stages of celebrity obsession

Are you a fangirl/boy? Do you ever wonder how much of said fangril/boy you are? Does this sound like the introduction of a really bad informercial on your TV?.  If so, I strongly urge you to read on.
Get ready because things are about to get real up in here. No I'm being legitimately serious,  Here are the 6 stages of celebrity obsession.


Stage one:  The Acknowledgement
When you first realize that celebrity exists. The first time you see them in a magazine, or in a TV show or movie.

Stage two: The Liking
The stage where you begin to develop a liking towards the celebrity. Whether it be their style or their smile. Or their dancing or singing. Or maybe the fact that their just so dang huggable.
E.g Winnie the pooh because he's #fierce
hdw.eweb4.com

 And yes, Winnie is a celebrity, he's right up there with BeyoncĂ©.

Stage 3: The General Concern
So by this point you've established that you like this celebrity. And like any developing stalker, I mean fan you want to know a little more about this person. How old they are, where they come from. Where they live, if they have any cats, their number, address. Maybe who their parents are or their ancestors or their blood type, hair type, accurate skin shade. Favourite perfume, favourite song. If they like chicken or not. You know just the normal stuff.
www.limpinlarrys.com


Stage 4:   The update
hmm I wonder what their doing now? I wonder what their eating? Maybe they have an instagram. ooh maybe they have twitter or Facebook or vine. The update. The stage where you insist you must keep up to date with what's going on in their lives.
s201.photobucket.com


Stage 5: The Obsession
Things just got serious. Like really really serious. This picture speaks more than words will ever do.

Not mine
Pffft, what would ever make you think I'm obsessed?

Stage 6: The Beast
Scientists call this stage the Optimandetif ( yes I am a scientist, not a legal one but still a scientist. Ok so maybe I'm not a scientist) The Optimandetif is the act of  ultimate fangirling. The definite presence of an obsession towards another being or thing. Once stage 6 is reached you may experience:
a. internal screaming
b. way too many feels

animal-kid.com

(Roar Translates to - Guurrrl you better back off.)

And this now concludes the fangirl effect, now go forth and spread the word. 

I hope you enjoyed my in depth analysis of the fangril effect. Which stage are you at?




Wednesday, 4 March 2015

I'm not that person



I'm never going to be one of those girls who can walk confidently into a crowded room.( I suppose I'll just have to suffice with my awkward waddling.)
The one who can take charge in a situation. ( Which means if we're ever in a serious situation, it's every man for himself.)
The one who can hold a conversation.
The one who likes to hug.
The girl who's not insane.
Or the one who's really fun.

I'm never going to be one of those girls who can take amazing selfies ( I'm just not that photogenic.)
The one to swoon over high heels or a knitted fleece.
Or anything to do with fashion, because it's just not me.

I'm never going to be one of those girls with luscious long hair.
Or extremely long legs.
Or natural flare.
The one who can sing.
The one who can dance.
Or work in a team( because like I said, it's every man for himself.)

I'm never going to be one of those girls who can always say what they think.
Or ever take hints.
The one who likes brown bread.
Who writes with lead? ( ok so I ran out of rhymes)

These things of which I'm not are ok not to be . It's just because I'm different, and well... they're all just not me.


Sunday, 1 March 2015

Guest Post - 5 Life Lessons from M


As a 15 year old, I’m definitely not the most qualified person to be teaching any life lessons.  But in the 6 years of primary school and 3 years of high school I've experienced, I have managed to collect myself a little life experience on the way.
These may sound clichĂ©, and they may sound like stuff you've been told over and over again, but trust me.  If someone had just told me some of this three years ago, and if the stubborn little me had only listened, I would have been a much happier person.  Possibly.  So I’m just going to share some of the things I've learned in life so far with you.

1. People are just people
Since the age of 6, I've always been that insecure girl.  I thought what everyone else was doing was the ‘cooler’ thing.  I thought they were always right and I was incapable.  So I would follow them around.  I would be careful of anything I said.  If they had a crush, I had to find myself one too.  If they wanted to flood the bathroom, I had to join them.  They were better than me.  They would judge me.  That’s what I thought anyway.  And as a result I barely ever spoke up, and I was never really myself.
But the thing is, we’re all people.  Who’s to say what I think is wrong?  In fact, who’s to say what I’m thinking isn't better than what they’re thinking?  My opinion is just as important.  What I say or do is just as important.  In fact, it’s probably more important because I’m me and I care more about me than them.  Listening to other people is great, because their opinions are worthwhile too, and what they say may open your mind to something new, but it might not.  And it’s okay if you disagree.  You can say so.

2. Go for any and every opportunity
I didn't try out for netball in Year 7.  I was too scared I wouldn't know anyone.  I was too scared I wouldn't be as good as everyone else.  I didn't join TOMs in primary school.  I was too scared people would judge me, or I would hinder the team.  I never signed up for anything.  I was too scared people would think I was actually making an effort.
I go to a private school with every single activity and opportunity at your fingertips.  I can do anything I want, yet in the first two years I didn't really do anything.  But now, after having applied for co-curriculars and actually committing myself to doing things, I've experienced more.  I have every right to apply for anything.  I have every right to try whatever I want.  I might even end up being good at it, and that’s supposed to be a good thing, not a bad sign because you’re making an effort.  Try more, have more on your resume, do more in life.

3. Talk to people
I was the unfriendly girl.  I would sit at the front, and even though there was a girl in my grade 5 meters away, I wouldn't move to say hi.  I’d sit in silence.  She would too.  A year later we’d be sitting together.  We’d become friends of sorts, watching Dance Moms, comparing girls in our grade, talking about anything in our front sessions.  And suddenly getting picked up became more fun.  All because I started saying hi.
The same goes for classes and mornings and making friends in general.  I have found that once I sit next to someone once, once we have just one conversation, one inside joke, suddenly we’re having more.  Suddenly I know yet another person, and suddenly I know more as well.  People come with new concepts and knowledge.  And the more you talk to, the more you know, and the more friends you have as well.

4. Keep moving forward
In primary school I never really belonged.  I was religiously watching Hannah Montana, while they were all hung up over Spongebob.  Being good at maths meant being a nerd.  I was awkward.  Even though I was so self-conscious, I still managed to say stupid stuff like, “Can I play with you?” or “What’s it like being so short?”  When I was told this boy had a crush on me I said, “That’s good.  Because then we can… catch him, and uh, squash him.” accompanied with the hand movements and all.
But that’s the thing.  I left primary school as an awkward weirdo, and I came into high school very much the same.  I was shy.  I would pretend to forget people and our inside jokes in an effort to seem cooler.  I would make a big deal of not being able to know where to sit.  I was mean and unfriendly.
Now, I still know people from my primary school.  I still go to school with everyone from Year 7.  If they haven’t seen me in a while, their opinion of me is probably still very much the same.  Sometimes mine becomes the same as well.  Sometimes I go back to being that 12 year old girl.  But I know better now.  I know how I want to be, and I've got to keep being that way, or making myself even better as I learn more life lessons.  I can’t let my past bring me backwards.

5. Write
I've had a diary since I was 9.  Reading it now makes me cringe.  It was a journal more than a diary, and it probably had no use other than the fact that I now have documented memories.  By writing I mean yes a diary, not a journal.  Write down your thoughts, your rambles, and your tirades about how annoying your siblings are, how rude your friend was today.  It’s therapeutic.
Start a blog.  Let some of these thoughts be heard.  Type out your own life lessons.  Recommend stuff you love.  Tell them about your fantastic holiday.  Show yourself that your opinion counts too, and other people have opinions on your opinion, which may or may not open your eyes to new things.
Words are thoughts.  And thoughts are the basis of everything.  Put them on a page.

And those are my 5 life lessons for now.  I hope you at least got something from this longer-than-expected post.  I’d just like to say thank you so much Stella for letting me do a guest post on your amazing blog.  If you aren't following this blog yet, I suggest you do.  And you can find my blog at The Life of Little Me where Stella has done a fabulous guest post as well.
Thanks so much for reading!
Love,
M

*A round of applause for M and this amazing post. Go check out her blog y'all.?*