tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64118753791410070652024-02-19T07:02:17.974-05:00Janey Lu's BlogDreams. Thoughts. Passions.Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-9516625712116369952010-09-30T22:20:00.000-04:002010-09-30T22:20:42.331-04:00So it's been a while.Blogging... who would have thought I would ever come back.<br />
But I guess life is what it is and I feel like sharing what it has been to me.<br />
First of all maybe I should come right out and explain why I haven't blogged.<br />
Moment of truth? Alright. Being censored. Yes, that's my answer. The truth is that in the past 3-4 years of my life I have been a closed book and there aren't many people who I would be willing to be open with.<br />
Blogging for all of these people who think they know me just isn't appealing. Because maybe I am somebody else.<br />
Anyways. I doubt anyone cares about that.<br />
So moving on to the other stuff that people probably don't care about.<br />
Life. Interesting to see how many people take it for granted.<br />
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Right now I am just living.<br />
People have asked me why I'm not in a relationship. "Janey! Why don't you have a boyfriend?"<br />
Umm... Well I'm simply not looking. At all. I don't know where I need to be in life and I rather not have an attachment. I've seen it go badly far to many times.<br />
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Moving on. Age. Everyone seems to ask me my age lately. I don't mind.<br />
But it's insane. "What high school do you go to? When do you graduated? Are you starting college yet? You look 14. Are you like 20?" It just goes on and on. As I get older and older I realize age is irrelevant. <br />
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Moving on some more. This all has a point. Really.<br />
Last weekend I was staying in a hotel. It was nice. Nice to be out of the house. Nice to be in a place that felt well different.<br />
I had an amazing weekend. Met a lot of amazing/interesting people. Learned a lot. Saw the sunrise a few times. It was great. I had 4 hours of sleep but stayed up late and just wrote. It. Felt. So. Good.<br />
Hotel room, shining stars, music, and words. Excellent.<br />
I found that talking with people is a gateway to knowledge. Different people, stories, and advice.<br />
Life is good.<br />
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Then the other night I talked to this lady. I guess she is kind of a family friend.<br />
She is what most people would call "very rich", but she told me about how hard life had been. And all I could think about is...Money doesn't make us happy. She told me age is nothing, maturity is what is important. She told me that I needed to find what I love explore it and spend my life doing it and moving forward doing things I love. But make wise, mature decisions. I'm learning. Learning a lot.<br />
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The story is longer, deeper, but I'm just not feeling this whole blog thing.<br />
Basically. I don't blog anymore.<br />
Life is good. Life is beautiful.<br />
I am looking to grow. I'm on this constant search for beautiful things.<br />
Living, breathing, is all good. I don't want to waste a moment of it.<br />
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I'm sorry this isn't very personal this isn't very "Janey-like" but then again how can one person be defined?<br />
I won't avoid it, I think this is good bye.<br />
Blogging is great to a certain extent. I love writing, just not like this not for some of these people.<br />
No texting, no blogging, almost got rid of face book. Maybe I've become boring.<br />
But right now I feel really alive.<br />
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Good bye blog readers.Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-3102290686723965352010-04-16T20:17:00.000-04:002010-04-16T20:17:24.227-04:00:D<b>So it has been awhile.</b><br />
<b>The truth is I don't blog much because I have been consumed in poetry, novels, taking pictures, and writing. A lot of writing. Oh yes...and being a student fits in somewhere...Though I tend to neglect that. So this great little blog is always neglected most.</b><br />
<b>But that's okay. I don't think very many people read it anyways.</b><br />
<b>Anyways...I have a really really great brother.</b><br />
<b>Probably the best in the world.</b><br />
<b>I could not even explain it if I tried.</b><br />
<b>But he got me these :)</b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW09PLNquzMqu4Gg0EAzKFXcDdAb6LHh5MOXhtxX_93_QA-KLUPdoOUmuIwxZE5C1odyMyDL7PnEwB9fFx0gChtnDr5JC2szPbKFE1IPGLFUFhYt2s8OS3apxukZ3sYoQ96vcGMMqV9HyV/s1600/Toms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW09PLNquzMqu4Gg0EAzKFXcDdAb6LHh5MOXhtxX_93_QA-KLUPdoOUmuIwxZE5C1odyMyDL7PnEwB9fFx0gChtnDr5JC2szPbKFE1IPGLFUFhYt2s8OS3apxukZ3sYoQ96vcGMMqV9HyV/s320/Toms.jpg" /></a></div><b>And I have to tell you that Toms are great because "For every pair you purchase, Toms will give a pair of <em>shoes</em> to a child in need. One for One." So it is for a good cause. Also they are super super cool and comfortable. Simply amazing.</b><br />
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<b>Thank you Jimmy :D</b><br />
<b>You are the best!</b><br />
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~Janey LuJaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-2296168472567322262010-04-05T23:52:00.003-04:002010-04-05T23:57:54.811-04:00So this is how it all started...<i><span style="font-size: large;">"Walking around campus is soo boring... They should get like a play place or something..." I said half joking.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">She looked at me like I was ridiculous. "A play place?" </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">"Umm... yes. Like a play place."</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">"What are you five?!?" She glared at me, trying to shoot me down.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I didn't know how to react, it just came out. "Actually. Yes, I am five."</span></i><br />
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<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Walking the hallways at Delta.</b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">I see a little girl. Like a miniature kid, but not a baby. Anyways she walked in front of me...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Hello!" She waved and smiled this huge smile radiating innocence.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I suppose someone should tell her NOT to talk to strangers... </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">But this is not where it ended.</span> </b></span></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">In Kmart, getting lots of candy. Like a five year old.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">"Sponge Bob Square Pants! Sponge Bob Square Pants!" The little boy yelled while jumping up and down with excitement.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">"Shhhh...You stop it right now!" His mother scolded.</span></i><br />
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<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>So okay...what is the point of all of these random stories?</b></span></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">Well okay.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I realized today that I am no longer a five year old. And you might think, "Great! It's about time you figured that out. You are about to turn 19!" And I think you are wrong!</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I should be a five year old</i>. </span><br />
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<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Which brings me to confession time.</b></span></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">I am a hermit. Avoiding people and awkward situations has become like walking, I do it all the time, sometimes I don't even notice. I stop dreaming, because well I just can't afford to dream. I stopped trusting others. I don't show off the things I love. I'm skinny but very very out of shape, but I am not motivated.</span></i><br />
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<div style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">And how did I realize this?</span></b></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">Well the reasons are simple. Why shouldn't I be a five year old?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">When did we stop wanting to climb trees and play in the play place in Mcdonalds?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">When did we stop smiling and waving at strangers? </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">When did we stop yelling about the things that make up happy?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">When did we loose the excitement that we once had when we were young? </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe it is because we are always told to "settle down", "be quiet", "you aren't smart enough", "you could never do that!" </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Now the girl who asked me if I was five, in her defense she doesn't know me. At all, but not to be mean, but I think she grew up a little bit too fast. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">So I am turning 19 soon. And that scares me. I hate it. Alot.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">But I'm done growing up.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I'm going to start growing down.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">If a five year old can be more honest about their feeling then a 19 year old...then I think that is sad.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">It just so happens that I like climbing trees, and smiling and waving at strangers, and yelling about the things I love is something I don't do enough. Also I am going to start working out tomorrow.</span></i><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">So yes, I am five.</span></i></b><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I don't want become one of those college kids who are uptight and don't know what it means to be passionate about something. <b>Life is the most beautiful thing we will experience on this earth.</b></span><span style="font-size: large;">Becoming consumed in lifeless routines and worries about the future will kill me.</span></i> <br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">Geez... I am almost 19, I'm not going to waste my life being <span style="color: purple;">lame</span>.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">I think that says it all.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">No pictures. Sorry.</span></i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple;">You should be five. </span></span></b><br />
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~Janey LuJaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-82945027716647534042010-03-10T21:25:00.001-05:002010-03-10T21:26:08.884-05:00<div style="color: black;"><b>Spring Break...SpRiNg BrEaK...SPRING BREAK!!</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I guess no matter how you say it Spring Break is just Spring Break.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I haven't been doing much. As far as Spring Break goes I guess I have been really busy but not busy at all. </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Lately I try to read. But sleepy eyes win.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Try to write. This crazy brain has a million of great words... just no order to put them in.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Try to figure out what to do with my life. It makes me feel depressed.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I think about all of my great friends I have. It makes me feel sad.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I think about the past. I feel indifferent.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Think about the present. I ignore it.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Think about the future. And I can't. </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I'll strum my guitar maybe sing or hum some of the songs I have sorta written. But it is always the same.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Same old same old... very NOT interesting.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I have been taking pictures of things... not very good picture.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>All in all if you asked me how I was doing I would smile and say. "Great, just great!"</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b> </div><div style="color: black;"><b>The other day I was at Meijer, Mom told me to buy anything I wanted. I decided that pears sounded wonderful...out of everything I could have got I settled on pears...weird...anyways. I stood looking at the green pears for about 5 minutes. I picked up about 30 different ones and only grabbed 2. I looked behind me and this guy with this girl (about my age) were both giving me this crazy look. Something that whispered to me "Look at that crazy girl with the pears..." But for some reason I really didn't care. I actually smiled a little and almost laughed out loud because... I really didn't care what they thought. I didn't walk away with pink cheeks thinking about how I looked like a fool. I simply did not care at all. It was weird.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I feel like everything that I have said is pretty negative. Maybe you are right.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>But I feel like I am on the edge. </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>The edge of something great. </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Something completely unknown. </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Something lovely. </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Something I need right now.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b> </div><div style="color: black;"><b>There is also something different.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Something else that is happening.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Something good.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Something that makes me close my eyes.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Makes me smile.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Pulls the strings of my heart.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Makes my heart beat faster and louder.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>It forces me into action </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>It forces me to explore.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>It makes me want to do something.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>It's inspiration.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b> </div><div style="color: black;"><b>I feel inspired by a lot of things.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>People. Nature. Songs. Books. Pictures. Poetry. Life. Love. Relationships.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>The list is endless...</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Not very interesting. I know.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
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</b> </div><div style="color: black;"><b>But to end on a simpler note.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>I like my shoes and they were dirty so I cleaned them.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>If you have shoes that you like and they are dirty. Then you should think about cleaning them.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>If you want to look at this in a deeper way I would say.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>The trails of life you walk through may give your eyes beauty, but look at your shoes.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>They must be dirty from the filth and troubles you walked through to reach that beauty.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Why don't you clean them?</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b> </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b> </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">~Janey Lu</span></b></div>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-37607112833655591242010-02-12T21:52:00.004-05:002010-02-12T21:55:05.142-05:00<b></b><b><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">Time. </span></b><br />
<b>Time is something that is constantly on my mind. It sits on the walls of this house. It rests on my wrist. I hold it in my pocket. When I get to school I look to the wall to find it.</b><br />
<b>It has it's way of controlling me. </b><br />
<b>In the morning I wake up because of it. When I am on my way to class it makes me run. </b><br />
<b>Time is honestly one of my biggest fears. I live by it and it controls me.</b><br />
<div style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Searching.</span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hate looking for things. </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have a big problem with losing things. </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I constantly get lost when I am going places.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Which means that I am constantly searching.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">At this age apparently I should be looking for someone?(At least that's what people say. I beg to differ)</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But that isn't all. I am not only searching for physical things.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have this ongoing quest to find what I need to do with my life.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This endless journey of becoming who I should be.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">A need to find some sort of meaning and reason for existing.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">But why?</span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Why do I fear time when it is just falling through my fingertips?</span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Why do I search for meaning when living should mean everything?</span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> </span>I try to search for all of these things, but I end up being idle.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Doing nothing. Which is even worse.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because I am simply fading away with time.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">I realized something today.</span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;">I don't have to know everything right now.</span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: small;">It is important to appreciate the little things in life.</span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today I was dropping off a job application and the place I was going to wasn't opened yet. I ended up waiting outside for a little while with 2 really nice ladies. I asked them what they were getting and stuff...they were both buying stuff for their kids. They asked what I was getting I told them that I have been trying to get a job and was dropping off an application. They were really nice and wished me the best. After we talked for awhile we got in and I handed in my application. As I was walking to the door one of the ladies stopped me and gave me this huge encouraging smile and said, "Good luck to you!".</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was the simplest 4 words, but they made my entire day because of the sincerity behind them. Needless to say...talking to strangers seems to be the biggest encouragement in my life lately. </span></span></b><br />
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</b>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-174411353033940462010-02-06T18:05:00.001-05:002010-02-06T18:05:52.505-05:00Beautiful<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: purple;">Some people are so beautiful.</span><span style="color: purple;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: purple;">The greatest shame is that that don't know it.</span><span style="color: purple;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The beauty they posses is not always outward.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>I have come to realize that very few people are really outwardly beautiful... Of course that is according to the standard of our deceitful eyes.</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>It seems that the people I have come to meet and get to know who I would consider to be "beautiful" disappoint me as I talk to them.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>I don't mean to judge. It just happens...we all do it.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>But some people seem to be a disappointment.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The people we never expect to learn a thing from seem to be the ones who teach us the most.</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>For instance there is a girl in one of my classes and to be honest when I saw her I felt bad for her. She didn't really talk to anyone and no one sat to close to her. Her face was hidden behind glasses. She sort of wobbled around dropping her things as she made it into the classroom. The professor seemed to treat her as if she were slow. At first glance it is easy to assume that she is. (I know very harsh...but I have to be honest) </i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>There was something about her and the way she sat in the very back of the classroom and stared at the board in a blank stare as the professor wrote down notes. Little did I know she is like a sponge literally absorbing everything the professor says. The only time I heard her talk was when another student addressed her, and she spoke with a loud voice and something I guess I would have call a lisp maybe? But when the professor asked a question she was the 1st to raise her hand and she had this extremely detailed answer with words that made me scratch my head. I was amazed, this girl who many thought to be slow turned out to be somewhat knowledgeable. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>But that wasn't the only thing that got me. Her knowledge is something she really works on...and that inspires me. Now whenever I see her I can't help but wonder how she is doing, how her classes are going...etc... To be honest. I would really like to be her friend. Because after looking a little bit closer it became easier to see beauty in her.</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br />
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</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>But yes. I would never want someone to think I walk around and mentally judge people on their looks...I don't. I just tend to over analyze body language...I don't know maybe that is judgmental. That's not the point.</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i> The point of is simple. There is more to a person than what you see on the outside. If we we stop looking at people with our eyes and start looking at people with our heart maybe life will be easier.</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Continuing on...</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;">This is what I do on weekends.</span></span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNit4wfqI09Ms0DTAaJow3DxzI7wA_XllvuKTfcqVPsRA0eYt5l8yfx9IOHkyEOsgVP_DJclFzoiYxUCVHwtW6aQySn2nBa4gfHQ-yDuRawhhT-ghnnN1rnE5aQUOkGiIgCFFOUo-PcBtW/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNit4wfqI09Ms0DTAaJow3DxzI7wA_XllvuKTfcqVPsRA0eYt5l8yfx9IOHkyEOsgVP_DJclFzoiYxUCVHwtW6aQySn2nBa4gfHQ-yDuRawhhT-ghnnN1rnE5aQUOkGiIgCFFOUo-PcBtW/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" /></a></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;">I think this is a lovely picture of <span style="color: purple;">AppleMac</span> (yes I did name my laptop).</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;">As for a life update...</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Janey Lu does not talk to enough people.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">She... </span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is terrible at being a friend to people.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is working on everything.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Plans on giving more high fives and thumbs up.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why? Well just because.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">She is working on a lot of cool things.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Learning a lot of things about herself.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Taking endless journeys.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Finds a lot of really good music lately.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">Probably reads to much and talks to little.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">But overall life is good.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">She can't complain. Even though she does.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Something random that I think is funny.</span></span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">This random cashier dude at Meijer that I talk to sometimes was bagging groceries. A really old lady walks by (in old lady slow motion) he looks at her and smiles and says "Hey ma'am, whats up!" She gave him the weirdest look ever and walks away faster. </span></span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">I laughed out loud.</span></span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">...I guess that wasn't that funny...I guess you (whoever you are) had to of been there.</span></span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">I didn't have anything that great to say, but if you made it this far and you actually read this entire thing then you are probably a stalker or you want to be my friend. Well maybe not. </span></span></span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">But hey here is a virtual hug! <span style="color: purple;">(*Hugs*)</span> </span></span></span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">Thanks for reading<span style="color: blue;"> :D</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><b><i><br />
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</b></div>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-54208252560391020752010-01-01T20:21:00.003-05:002010-01-01T20:28:01.449-05:00Don't break<div class="undoreset clearfix" id="message1369449238" role="main" style="color: purple; overflow: visible; visibility: visible;"><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> You say that you're leaving. <br />
Well take my hand I am coming with you.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>You say the pain is to much. <br />
You say the knife is your only comfort.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The blood all over is only a color.<br />
You are falling apart. <br />
Your heart is broken you have had enough. <br />
You can't handle another let down.<br />
Everything is broken. <br />
You don't want to see tomorrow. <br />
You don't want a new year. <br />
You want this to be over. <br />
You don't believe in a cure.<br />
There is nothing left. <br />
Nothing worth it. <br />
You can't take it. <br />
This shattered life is a nightmare.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>And you never get to open your eyes.<br />
You say this is it. <br />
There is nothing to look forward to.<br />
So you cry.<br />
The tears fall down. <br />
You hate who you are. <br />
You only see faults in what you have become. </b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>But it doesn't matter because your story is over now.</b></span><br />
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</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Well I say.<br />
Kid I'm right here.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>This is just the beginning.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I will be the one to hold you together. <br />
Remind you of love when you only feel hate.<br />
I'm going to be your cure and your medicine.<br />
Show you the unbelievable when you lose your faith. </b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Feel your pain and make sure you are never alone. <br />
I'm going to take that knife and heal those scars. <br />
I'm going speak louder than the voice of your <span id="lw_1262394008_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;">broken heart</span>. <br />
I'm going to show you meaning.<br />
I'm going to tell you everything honestly. <br />
We will find the beauty in who you are. <br />
I swear I will be here when you need to fall apart. </b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>You say there is nothing left.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>This is just another empty promise.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>But I will die by my word.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I will stand by you, wherever you are.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Tomorrow is full of beauty.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Next week might bring pain.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>But we will get through it together.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No one will get in the way.<br />
I won't leave until you tell me to go. <br />
I'm going to be here. <br />
Because I care.</b></span><br />
</div><div class="plainMail"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>And you <i>have </i>to know.<br />
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<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>If you don't know me...well I am the kind of person who will have a conversation with someone and imagine the whole thing as a scene in a movie. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with poetry or a song in my head and I have to get up to write it down. I don't always sleep well at night so I sleep in late most of the time....I like to think that it is because at night my creativity is flowing more than it does in any other part of the day so I don't want to waste it! I over analyze... well EVERYTHING...but that is just how I am. <br />
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</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Basically as a person sometimes I think I can be pretty shallow, and other times I am so deep I will probably drown you. In other words... If people were pools you wouldn't want me in your back yard. </b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Basically I am saying all of this to make sure everyone understands my randomness.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Every day we all look at ourselves in the mirror.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Well today I looked in the mirror, and I couldn't just walk away.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I leaned in closer to get a better look and I couldn't help myself...I started to touch my face. My forehead, eyebrows, cheeks...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b> I started making faces in the mirror...smiling, frowning, raising my eyebrows winking at myself...etc...just the regular stuff..</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>And I couldn't help but imagine myself with wrinkles.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>What my face would look like if I had aged a few decades as I stood right in front of that mirror. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I wondered if I would have smile lines. Or if I would have wrinkles that young kids would look at and assume that I was angry or unhappy.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Then I started thinking about time. What if I let time slip through my fingers.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>What if I let all of my dreams fade away because I am expected to be like everyone else.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>To be honest I absolutely hate the idea of living a "normal" life. (No offense to those of you who are living it) </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The idea of going to college to get a job that I will hate...then get married...have kids...and live in a nice little house...where I have a little garden to take care of just doesn't appeal to me...(and who knows maybe my mind will change about this whole thing in the next 4 years) </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I hate the idea of reciting the words "I love you" to my husband and kids like it is nothing. I hate the idea of falling into a mindless routine....this is a very negative side of what is considered normal....It is the right life for some people. (again...no offense)<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>But I see it so often. The families that <i>look </i>perfect. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You know the mom smiles at everyone, but yells at her daughter to be "respectful"...emotionless always do what is "right" no questions asked....that mom never knew her daughter skips lunch everyday...or that she cries herself to sleep every night.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The dad that is convinced that the smile he see's on his son's face is genuine that his dreams are the same dreams his son has...that dad never realized </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>that in his son's drawer is a blood stained knife.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The sister who has a younger sibling who worships her, but she swears at her left and right even thought she is her own flesh and blood<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>.... I could go on and on... stories that I have really seen.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I hate the idea of living a fake life. A life that is simply modeled</b><b> for everyone else to look at.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Guess what! Life isn't perfect. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>As I looked in the mirror the reflection at I saw was a person. One unique person who is an individual. <i>No</i> <i>one</i> is the same as me. I have dreams, passion, and time. I shouldn't waste it on being like everyone else. Maybe this is too anti conformity...but really.</b></span><br />
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<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I don't want to fall into the routine of living.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I don't want to just get by.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I want to live my dreams.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Be who I am.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>And be able to look in the mirror years from now an see those wrinkles and think.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I lived my life to the fullest.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>None of these wrinkles are mistakes.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I lived every second and everyday achieving my dreams.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Step out of the stereotypical life.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Take a chance.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Don't let everyone else dominate who you can be.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Follow your dreams. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>They are the only thing that is still clear when your eyes are closed.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Be who you are. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Take a look in the mirror.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>What do you see?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">~Janey Lu</span><br />
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</b></span>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-28459031172680959682009-12-21T23:34:00.001-05:002009-12-21T23:35:13.781-05:00Random talking...<b>There was a time when I thought that the idea of "finding yourself" was stupid.</b><br />
<b>I heard of stories of people I knew breaking up with their boyfriends...</b><br />
<b>so they had to go and "find themself". </b><br />
<b>Someone I know actually left home and flew here to Michigan...from a way far away state. </b><br />
<b>All because she had to "find herself". </b><br />
<b>The truth is...I don't think she ever did. <br />
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<b>The idea of doing this always seemed completely idiotic to me. </b><br />
<b>Because how do you lose yourself in the first place?</b><br />
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<b>I recently realized it is completely possible to "lose" yourself.</b><br />
<b>I think that it happens when you change for a person. <br />
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<b>A person who should never have the power to change you.</b><br />
<b>Sometimes it is just happens.</b><br />
<b>And it isn't always a bad thing.<br />
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<b>But other times the result of a person or anything kind of creates a monster.</b><br />
<b>The change is more disguised, but it can be terrible.</b><br />
<b>Sometimes we lose ourselves because we don't want to hold on to who we are anymore. <br />
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<b>There are so many people in the world.</b><br />
<b>The only problem is...</b><br />
<b>It is nearly impossible to find someone who is perfect.</b><br />
<b>Someone who... <br />
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<b>Treats us how we want to be treated.</b><br />
<b>Or even need to be treated.</b><br />
<b>Knows how to fix every problem.</b><br />
<b>Knows exactly what to say.</b><br />
<b>Knows exactly when we need to be help.</b><br />
<b>Knows when an apology is needed.</b><br />
<b>Understands that pain doesn't go away easily.</b><br />
<b>Someone patient and caring.</b><br />
<b>Someone who knows you are wrong but will take your side at any cost.</b><br />
<b>You know what I am talking about.</b><br />
<b>The perfect friend.</b><br />
<b>Maybe even a perfect soul mate.</b><br />
<b>Someone who is everything we need and more.</b><br />
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<b>It really is easy to get caught up in expectations.</b><br />
<b>Maybe trying to change in order to make other people happy.</b><br />
<b>Or maybe changing because someone else didn't reach your expectations.</b><br />
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<b>Not a lot of this makes sense.</b><br />
<b>And I guess I wouldn't want it to because there is a lot to it.</b><br />
<b>It is a little bit much to share with cyperspace.</b><br />
<b>...I might murder some paper with a pen later.</b><br />
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<b>Basically I haven't lost myself.</b><br />
<b>There are just pieces that need to be found.</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">~Janey Lu</span></b><br />
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</b>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-13327812422960780662009-12-06T23:25:00.004-05:002009-12-06T23:55:09.563-05:00So this is what has been going on in my life.<b><span style="font-size: small;">This post is mainly just what has been going on in my life and some of the things I am figuring out along the way. Blogging has basically been the very last thing on the list of things I could be doing so I don't post much. But then again I don't know how many people actually care whether I post or not (I have no idea who reads this...BUT if you want to tell me then cool).</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">My life has consisted of a lot or reading and writing.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Reading for fun. A little bit of reading for school.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Writing like crazy because I love it. And writing essays for school.</span></b><br />
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<b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnivvB-EViUkaTHmjBk-mHkK-gANxbX5evtR-0UFQxjzO_Xv009gIrEyQOl-1BQmbAKCCGbBZi-FzS0qZr2AEYHT66yV0dEgDfxC2VnjdNWhe4-nuKCoH_uKw_z0sbLvOwmca55Ywb0-V/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnivvB-EViUkaTHmjBk-mHkK-gANxbX5evtR-0UFQxjzO_Xv009gIrEyQOl-1BQmbAKCCGbBZi-FzS0qZr2AEYHT66yV0dEgDfxC2VnjdNWhe4-nuKCoH_uKw_z0sbLvOwmca55Ywb0-V/s200/DSCF0018.JPG" /></a>Lots of homework and stuff...as you can see.</b><br />
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</div><b>In my spare time I have been writing, drawing/sketching pictures (I'm not very good though), reading, playing music, attempting to write music, and making things out of clay. You know just random fun stuff. </b><br />
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<b> Lately, one of the biggest things I have been doing.</b><br />
<b>Is trying to figure out what to do with my life.</b><br />
<b>...and I've got nothing.</b><br />
<b>Nothing but frustration and stress.</b><br />
<b>All because of this trapped feeling.</b><br />
<b>The feeling that I have to pick this one thing to do for the rest of my life.</b><br />
<b>I want to pick something that I am passionate about and can enjoy.</b><br />
<b>...and again I've got nothing.</b><br />
<b>So that is the stress in my life.</b><br />
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<b>Moving on to the point of this post.</b><br />
<b> (I like to think there is always a point, but it normally ends up not being there)<br />
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<b><span style="background-color: purple;"></span><span style="background-color: white;"></span><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">The rest of my life is a blank page.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">I can draw any picture.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">I can write any poem.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">The possibilities are endless.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">There is no limit.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">This is the beginning of who I can become.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">But there is this one HUGE problem.</span></b><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><b>It's not that I am not motivated.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><b>It's not that I am clueless.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><b>It's the idea of</b></span><b><span style="color: purple;"> not being happy.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Not doing the right thing.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">It's <span style="color: black;">FEAR.</span></span></b><br />
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<b>I realize that every thing I do now has an affect on my future.</b><br />
<b>Transferring to a different college.</b><br />
<b>What college to transfer to.</b><br />
<b>Who I meet.</b><br />
<b>What I study....and on and on.</b><br />
<b>I know that everything I do will mold my future.</b><br />
<b>And that scares me.</b><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>So</b></span><b><span style="color: purple;"> what are you afraid of?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">What to do with...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">The rest of your life?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">A friendship?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">A relationship?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">A class?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">A school?</span></b><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Something I always seem to forget. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Is that life is happening right now.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You can't stop it.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You can't slow it down.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>There is nothing you can do but keep on going. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Life is the most fragile thing we have.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Giving up is only letting yourself down.</b></span><br />
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7TGCWaqoJjDZXN2cbFWMcAMnOoGTWnKl_BmmAiFrHsompVBtOKOLTHCvgVnR_SS8GZeKuv_AZ67gv_xwsg1SIIDi1Eqo0iFrZyJi2nfy1mx__QI43TXWq3O-9R53mL_AGI1YM1sntYcA/s1600-h/TRy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7TGCWaqoJjDZXN2cbFWMcAMnOoGTWnKl_BmmAiFrHsompVBtOKOLTHCvgVnR_SS8GZeKuv_AZ67gv_xwsg1SIIDi1Eqo0iFrZyJi2nfy1mx__QI43TXWq3O-9R53mL_AGI1YM1sntYcA/s200/TRy.jpg" /></a><b><span style="color: purple;">For awhile I just stopped trying.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Giving up is the wrong thing to do.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">We have one life.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">It would be terrible to waste it with fear.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">It is harder now that I realize it.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">But I have to keep going on.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"> So the point is...<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Don't give up.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Don't be afraid.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Keep trying.</span></b><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Stay strong.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Right here, right now.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>This is your life. </b></span></span><b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">What are you going to do with it?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">~Janey Lu<br />
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</div>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-89623630051386504622009-11-11T22:25:00.001-05:002009-11-11T22:31:41.867-05:00<div style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Do you ever feel trapped?</i></span></b><br />
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</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Trapped in insecurities.</i></span></b><br />
<div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Locked up in your own doubt.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Caught up in lies.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Lost in other people's expectations. <br />
</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>After a while you just lose all connection.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>You fall out of orbit with all of your</i> <i>friends</i><i>.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>All because of a fall out. </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Or a let down.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>After it all happens.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>You forget who you are.<br />
</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="background-color: white;">You</span> wake up and look in the mirror.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The reflection in front of you is a mess.<br />
</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The person you see is a stranger.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The reflection is empty and tired.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The look never goes away.</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The look of sadness.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>This reflection</i><i> is what you have become. <br />
</i></span></b><br />
</div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>You</i><i> forget who you use to be.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>And now this is you.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>An unhappy mess. </i></span></b><br />
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</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Have you been there?</i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Maybe it is just me...</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;">But more than ever.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Life has felt like an adventure.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;">There are so many people along the way.</span></i></b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Some people are there to get in your way.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Those people are the dead ends that don't deserve our time.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">But they teach you a lot.</span></i></b><br />
</div><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The lessons they give.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">And the pain they cause.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Makes us who we are.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">No matter how difficult it is.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">They are there for a reason.</span></span></i></b><br />
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</b><br />
<div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Other people are there to help you out.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">I am fully convinced that God purposely puts these people in our lives.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">To give us direction.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">To pull us back into sanity.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">And to show that friendships are important.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">And people can be trusted.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">These are the people who in a way seem to good to be true.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">But believe or not they are real.</span></i></b><br />
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</b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Some people need some help.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">They are the ones that might be hurting.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Even though no one else sees it.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">You might be there to help. <br />
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</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">They would never ask for help.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">But sometimes you can hear there silent screams.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">There eyes betray them and reveal the pain they hold inside.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">We come in contact with them to give them some comfort.</span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">And hopefully to make their life a little bit better.</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">I guess the point is...</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was there.</span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">To the point that no one else mattered.</span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I did not want to be involved in anyone's life.</span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And I wanted them to stay out of mine.</span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I didn't trust anyone.</span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And I was okay with that.</span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But it was not good for me.</span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And I know that now...</span></span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">It really is okay to fall down...</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">To separate yourself from all reality.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">To get hurt and feel the pain.<br />
</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">But you have to get up.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Get back into reality.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Let the pain go away.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">And <span style="color: purple;">move on</span>.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">This is how we learn.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">This is how we grow.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
</div><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This is how we become who we are. </span></span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So <span style="color: purple;">don't give up.</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
<div style="color: purple;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Keep going.</span></span></span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">~Janey Lu<br />
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</div>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-1801192432536865972009-10-24T00:20:00.003-04:002009-10-24T11:08:42.931-04:00Dream and Love like there is no Tomorrow<b></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqux8WpfLNhbVdWYbozw9KDs2wsZCUE43QKv5lKSe5-xRl9iXLQshJIOmdpdTcSGDxCfF4ayKGH2k8kBdvhuIsvwAyNhLjbTuQoCLGTmx96TfQbmt8rKPADpDPdPoq9Q3-k_-OGpWp104/s1600-h/dream-and-love.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqux8WpfLNhbVdWYbozw9KDs2wsZCUE43QKv5lKSe5-xRl9iXLQshJIOmdpdTcSGDxCfF4ayKGH2k8kBdvhuIsvwAyNhLjbTuQoCLGTmx96TfQbmt8rKPADpDPdPoq9Q3-k_-OGpWp104/s320/dream-and-love.gif" /></a><b><span style="color: purple;">Yesterday I was working on a new blog post.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">And I actually did make one.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">I don't really know how it happened.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">But all of these really crazy emotions.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Turned into this really really intense poem.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">A poem that won't really do anyone any good.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Except maybe me because all of those feeling will be out in the open.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">But it's not worth it.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">So I wrote it down in my little book of "intenseness"...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">And deleted it.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Which is why you are not reading it right now. <br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">I think that there are better things to say.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Maybe we will talk about depressing stuff later.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">So here it goes. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There are about...</b></span><br />
<b> <span style="color: purple;">3,700</span> babies aborted.</b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">3,000</span> people who commit suicide. </b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">115</span> people who die in a car accident.</b><br />
<b>In America each day.</b><br />
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</b><br />
<b>There are about...</b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">1.8</span> deaths per second.</b><br />
<b>Over <span style="color: purple;">100</span> deaths per minute.</b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">150,000</span> deaths per day.</b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">55,000,000</span> deaths per year.</b><br />
<b>Worldwide.</b><br />
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<b>And guess what!</b><br />
<b>The craziest thing about this is that... </b><br />
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</b><br />
<div style="color: purple;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: purple;">You</span> survived.</b></span><br />
<b>You survived and maybe you never even realized that you could have died.</b><br />
<b>Every second. Every hour. Every Day... something tragic could have happened.<br />
</b><br />
<b>But <span style="color: purple;">YOU</span> survived.</b><br />
<b>And what does this mean to you?</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">The point is.</span></span></b></span><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">We live every day.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">Walking through the halls at school.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">Going shopping.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">Going to work.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">Not realizing that we only live once.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I find it to be extremely easy...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">To hold on to the past.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">To see old faces and remember how they hurt me.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">To find new faces and see how they let me down.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">And I can be so angry when in all reality it is me.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">I am the one who brings on my own pain.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">I am the one who needs to live my dreams no matter who gets me down.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">I think God put me here for a reason.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">And how can I <span style="color: black;">live for Him</span> when I can't even live?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I think we all do this when really...<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><b></b></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">We Should...</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Smile</span> more often.</b><br />
<b>Happiness is contagious.</b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Hug</span> our friends more.</b><br />
<b>I hear "hugs reduce stress"</b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Love</span> more people.</b><br />
<b>Everyone needs to be loved.</b><br />
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<b>We all have dreams.</b><br />
<b>And only you can make your dreams come true.</b><br />
<b>Every moment we have is important.</b><br />
<b>So why waste it?</b><br />
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<b style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">~Janey Lu</span></b><b><br />
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<b> </b>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-10883640407752630112009-10-14T00:14:00.006-04:002009-10-16T00:08:17.493-04:00What do you see?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqB7gv_v5yHr4aNm1pFhSUadcjS4fyTSiOnTxpEuX4uUSbNd-VZeeXuDjC2dHRfBXwniY2lwiEVpHHma9QmI1V4xRxRzeaLMtTlrP1KdiuRlDP5f0DURqplqlUqIPicjP1nyVCUI8WybZt/s1600-h/meguitaadfasf.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqB7gv_v5yHr4aNm1pFhSUadcjS4fyTSiOnTxpEuX4uUSbNd-VZeeXuDjC2dHRfBXwniY2lwiEVpHHma9QmI1V4xRxRzeaLMtTlrP1KdiuRlDP5f0DURqplqlUqIPicjP1nyVCUI8WybZt/s320/meguitaadfasf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393036067954783634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I see people every day that inspire me.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Some that have this invisible strength.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />A strength deep inside that just radiates through them.<br />A strength they themselves never acknowledge. </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />They can achieve anything.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />They can make it through any problem.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Nothing can stop them and where they are going.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">This inspires me to be more that what I am.<br />To actually move on.<br />Go and attack the world and stay strong.<br />To feel more than weak.<br />To be confident.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Another person I saw smiled.<br />Smiled because of a passion that was inside.<br />Because there was happiness in sharing their love with the world.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">They had a passion that was apparent.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />The thing that caught me about that smile was it was not painted.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">It stayed.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />Something genuine.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />From deep inside the heart.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />It seems like no matter what that smile of joy danced on their lips.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />Because they were doing what made them the happiest.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">This inspires me to smile more.<br />To find what makes me happy.<br />To follow passion and not money.<br />To live in joy rather than sadness.<br />To never spend a moment feeling down.<br />Because we only get to experience so many moments in a lifetime.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Have you ever seen a person?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">A person so far from perfect.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />But still lovable.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />A person who is more lovable and innocent than any other person.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Because they are truly special.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />Special because they need you.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />And you always want to be there.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I saw a relationship like this.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I watch a smile explode on a face.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I look of love in someone's eyes.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />A person with x-ray vision who saw deep inside.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />Through the imperfection and into the innocence.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />This is the kind of expression that happens in just seconds.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">If you are not completely aware you will miss it.<br />Miss the sparkle in the eyes.<br />The joy comes from in the heart and escapes as a smile on the lips.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />An expression of love that could not be described in a million words.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Those few seconds inspire me to love.<br />See through imperfection.<br />And try to see the beauty inside.<br />To never look at innocence as being "naive".<br />But to appreciate the small things.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">~Janey Lu</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes we need more help that we can provide for ourselves.<br />Opening up is good.<br />Facing fears is okay.<br />Closure is real.<br />And life is good.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span><br /></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br /></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-10897933390771504612009-10-07T12:10:00.000-04:002009-10-07T00:06:28.201-04:00Fall down. 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Right now...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EGO9dh_uSC-_4VT7MrwK9qGVtvlWrurnuKKGuMLnmfnxvuGpJzrE2m2P-P3YEgKAR8hbQxfEdwDwg035HTcK8dwEMN8HLxznnQKXQ5HP7wKwWaxPuZk2c2TOePqKoH_8ie16320WaM78/s1600-h/Live-Life.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EGO9dh_uSC-_4VT7MrwK9qGVtvlWrurnuKKGuMLnmfnxvuGpJzrE2m2P-P3YEgKAR8hbQxfEdwDwg035HTcK8dwEMN8HLxznnQKXQ5HP7wKwWaxPuZk2c2TOePqKoH_8ie16320WaM78/s320/Live-Life.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389695670977468658" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Life</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">...<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">As I get older and older I realize more and more that life is not easy.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Some may laugh because I am still young...but I see it.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I realize that life is a learning experience.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But that is stupid.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What are we learning through out all of life? And when will we use what we learn in this life?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe we are learning for someday in Heaven.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The fact is that we are learning.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anyways...</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Life is hard.<br />We win.<br />We lose.<br />We stand up.<br />Only to fall down.<br />We make relationships.<br />Only to watch them fall to pieces.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But why not keep trying?</span><br />Through all of the sadness their are happy moments.<br />With every problem their is a solution.<br />Their is always pain, but there is also pleasure.<br />Friendships come and go.<br />But the memories are still sweet.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Live Life.<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I fall.<br />I fall to pieces.<br />Never an organized mess.<br />Just something I have to deal with.<br />But giving up is not a solution.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Life is a journey.</span><br />Sometimes there are bumps.<br />Sometimes those bumps turn into hills...<br />That really are mountains.<br />But what about the beauty of it?<br />Life is...<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Sunshine</span> in the rain.<br />A beautiful <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">r</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">i</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">n</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">b</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">o</span>w</span>.<br />A breath of fresh <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">air</span>.<br />A smile that makes you feel like you could never cry again.<br />A hug when you need it.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Life</span> is being <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">alive</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I guess the reason why I am saying all of this is because...<br />Life is so much more than what we are feeling right now.<br />Happy or Sad.<br />Life is the years behind us and the years ahead.<br />If we don't make the best of what we have no matter how good or bad.<br />Then we fail.<br />We fail ourselves.<br />For not living and taking advantage of this adventure.<br />We are here. Right here. Right now.<br />Life is happening. We don't have to try to figure this out.<br />Just <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Live Life</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-size:78%;">~Janey Lu</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></span></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-26730692820853094152009-10-03T23:22:00.004-04:002009-10-03T23:50:24.768-04:00We only live once<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Today I saw a woman.<br />Her eyes looked empty.<br />Her lips were shaped in a perfect frown.<br />As if they never wore a smile.<br />She worked and looked miserable.<br />As if nothing in this life pleased her.<br />I smiled at her and tried to make conversation.<br />But she seemed to be set.<br />Set in a routine of nothing she wanted to do.<br />There was no passion.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This woman bothered me.<br />A lot.<br />And she isn't a rare kind.<br />I see this often.<br />People who look as if they live to do nothing.<br />They go through a routine.<br />Just to get by.<br />Passion is nonexistent.<br />They would never live out their dreams.<br />It is too childish to believe you can live life AND be happy.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">People like this bother me.<br />I never want someone to look at me and think...<br />"She is unhappy and miserable"<br />What is life if we don't live it?<br />Everyone has a passion that burns in their soul.<br />A goal. A dream. Some kind of hope.<br />Why do we let go?<br />Don't we only get to live once?<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Why don't we embrace our passions?<br />Take what you have and live a life of happiness.<br />No one is standing in our way but ourselves.<br />What is life if we waste it?<br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-31925620639831084092009-10-02T01:15:00.002-04:002009-10-04T21:45:10.909-04:00In all honesty. I am just a liar...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZAqnfYVuWFvBmj-CgwJT7qZEVqNTDMtvs5vpMJ1jkQOeEMHHrw65i1u6EnQjPHwgbHl2xsjfDnEmj6bXeZMz503mUWo64BZ2PD_MimpDFx9-423k27u-REbRV65aJ0UwobPMWHdFVWZS/s1600-h/DSCF0149.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZAqnfYVuWFvBmj-CgwJT7qZEVqNTDMtvs5vpMJ1jkQOeEMHHrw65i1u6EnQjPHwgbHl2xsjfDnEmj6bXeZMz503mUWo64BZ2PD_MimpDFx9-423k27u-REbRV65aJ0UwobPMWHdFVWZS/s320/DSCF0149.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387837353066065282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Liars...</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Liars.<br />They are the worst!<br />Taking words and folding them up to make sharp objects that will only hurt other people.<br />There are those "white lies" that people love to excuse.<br />But truth be told.<br />Sometimes they are worse than those full out black and dirty lies.<br /><br />I can honestly say that I have had people come up to me and look straight into my brown eyes and lie. They lie through their teeth spitting out poisonous words.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">BUT...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Those lies are just a start.<br />Just a scab compared to the scars I can make on my own.<br />A lie is told.<br />I chew on it.<br />I swallow it.<br />I let it eat me inside.<br />Hurting my heart.<br />Distracting everything in the present.<br />And I tell myself...<br />You don't deserve better.<br />No one will tell the truth.<br />No one is worth trusting.<br />Give up.<br />Be let down.<br />Fall down.<br />Fall hard.<br />Hit the ground...<br />And remember no one will help you up.<br />Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.<br />Label it.<br />Write it down.<br />We all do this to ourselves.<br />A liar can only give us a scratch.<br />We turn it into the bleeding wound.<br />The scab we can't help but pick.<br />The scar we would never dare show.<br />The weakness we never want to admit to.<br />I hold my scars weakly.<br />I pick them painfully.<br />I sleep with them.<br />They wake me up.<br />I let the wound bleed.<br />I am my own misery.<br />And there is nothing else I can do.<br />But let go.<br />Even if it feels impossible.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span></span></span>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6411875379141007065.post-76134349514872432242009-10-01T20:54:00.000-04:002009-10-01T21:04:02.571-04:00Tick Tock Tick Tock....not enough time in my life! But a blog seems fun!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well hello everyone! (Which is actually probably only like 2 people)<br />Thank you for coming!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">In all honesty I have been thinking about making a blog for a while now, but I never had the time. I have a lot to say and not very many people who care to listen. So this is just me and all of my emotions and thoughts exploding into cyberspace! If you want to read. Please read. If you don't. Then get out of here!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And now for those of you who have decided that maybe I have something entertaining to say thank you. Please, feel free to tell me what you think. It's nice to hear other people's opinions.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Now that the introduction is over.<br /><br />This is Janey Lu's Blog! <br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span></span></span>Janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822541711128213289noreply@blogger.com0