just a summary of a boy

hi. i'm a boy. here's how it goes. i'm going to flirt with you, then diss you. i'll send you mixed messages, hit on your friends, lie to you. then i will lead you on so you will fall for me. i'll make you happy for one night, but tomorrow i'll completely ignore you. you'll be the one i turn to when i need a friend or a confidence boost. know what the best part is? you can't do anything about it because you love me, and you wont want to lose me.

okay i haven't been on here in ages, i think ishould start again

I thought I could feel something there, with every kiss and hug actually meaning something but I guess I was wrong. I remember you saying you would remember me, but you didn’t. I remember you’re curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes. I remember your warm hugs and your lips pressed against my forehead, just tell me you do to and everything will be okay. I remember lying next to you and leaning on your chest with your arms around me. I remember walking with you and our handing connecting together and I remember standing on your shoes so I could reach your lips. I remember your cute half smile which gave me butterflies. I remember you telling me I'm beautiful, I remember myself thinking you would remember. When I don’t even know if you do or don’t. So please just tell me if you remember me because I don’t want you to be another regret of mine. I don’t want you to be the reason I'm one step closer to never trusting a boy. I want to be yours and I want to hear you say “I remember you” and I don’t want you to be my regret because I want you to remember me. If I could I would live that night again, just so I could be with you. Maybe you're just waiting for me to say I remember you, because I knew I would say it, because I remember everything about you. I remember you holding my hand in the car with your friends does that show you do care about me? Everything you did or said is going to be stuck with me. I want you to remember me, and I want to feel those butterflies again. I remember you, so tell me you remember me too.

bit of everything

Okay so im sitting at home on a school day because i am very sick, i thought i would get stuck into my exciting home ec assignment about aging population! After doing three sentences i gave up, i don't understand why assignments in year 11 are so much harder. However i do supose they do count towards your op somehow, but thats another terrible story i never want to write about. I cannot believe i am already at the point in my assignment where i have already given up and signed onto facebook, only after three whole sentences. I was thinking about blocking facebook off my laptop so i could get more school work done, but i just can't block my beloved facebook! Its funny how i always write something but im thinking of something else, like right now im thinking about someone! who should not be on my mind! Becuase boys are stupid right! Ahh back to topic, i don't even know what the point of this blog was so lets just say it was assignments are stupid and i hate school! Actually i don't hate school becasue i love my friends, even the one who throws cake at me, i love them all. My friends make my school days worth going to. Yes we are known as the crazy bunch who talk to much, but hey i supose that label is better than bitches or sluts. I have gone way of topic here but thats what happens when you enter my mind i can never concestrate on one thing. I dont even know if anyone reads my blogs so i could be writing to myself which is pretty lame, however i guess it takes time for people to start following your blogs? Or maybe mine just sucks hahhaha!

Do something different, takes photographs with your friends, make a challenge for yourself and smile. Dance to loud music, be crazy, love a little, kiss someone and make someone laugh. Listen to your parents, spend all your money, get high and pull all nighters. Don't do what your told, regret nothing, live for the day and tell someone you love them. Study for exams, party hard, don't go home,tell the truth and be a teenager becuase you only get to be sixteen once.

True feelings

Lately a few of my friends have been coming to me with boy issues and how they are sturggling to show their true feelings. Saying why they shouldn't do this and why they shouldn't do that. When all girls really want is to be accepted and to be loved those three words, eight letters always come to late. i told my friends that not everything is about those important words "i love you" but to just focus on telling him how you really feel because he could be waiting for you. Often girls chase boys around and then give up right when he gives in. So do what your heart tell you and make the change and tell him how you really feel, and you must do this before its too late.

Live a little

You're only a teenager, you're not yet married. so go with the flow, laugh tons, use maners and try something new. Will you just kiss him already? Trust your feeling, spend your cash, introduce yourself, take a chance, study hard, seek happiness and regret nothing. Don't laugh at people's dreams, make a wish on 11:11, chanllege yourself, take pictures and apperciate the memories. You should make time to dance in your underwear and learn from the past. Play dress up then take all your clothes off. Have the time of your life because you only live once.

The brown eyed boy

Living in poverty, I found a friend. He now shapes the person I am today. He helped me find myself, when I even couldn’t. My role model is ten years old. The Balinese the air was thick, a slow moving syrup. I could feel the sweat slipping down my legs from the humidity you couldn’t escape. Bali was my home for the next month, and I was about to meet the person who now means the world to me. I thought that this day would be like the rest,all memories you forget but the importance of this day will stay in my heart forever.
Those dark brown eyes looked down on me, and I stare at him in silence, our eyes met and I didn’t know what to expect. A dark skinned little boy sat down next to me, I didn’t know who he was, I didn’t know was to say so I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He had some leather bracelets in his left hand and from there I knew he was one of those poor children who had to sell bracelets to provide for his family. We didn’t talk we just sat there. I offered to buy some bracelets but he wouldn’t let me. At this point I didn’t understand who he was or what he wanted from me, but I knew something was about to change.
His name was Nyoman. We walked together with Nathan our friend from Sydney. We walked along to the beach front and sat down on the sand. Nyoman gave me a bowl of soup which looked like fish eye soup. Big round slimy balls were spread all throughout the plate like fish eyes. I refused to try it at first but then I thought to myself “I was being disrespectful to his culture.” The next thing I knew I had finished the bowl of “fish eye soup” Nyoman never realised this but he taught me to respect everyone and where they come from. To not judge a book by a cover, to not judge a person because they look different. But to accept everyone for whom they are.
Nyoman and I sat on Leigan beach acting like best friends I asked him what he wanted to do with his life, he told me he wanted to become a doctor. He told me he could be anything he wanted to be because he knew he can do anything if his tried his best. He asked me about school, and I asked him about his school. I have never met a ten year old child so determined to learn. Nyoman has his dream of becoming a doctor so he asked me was my dream was but I didn’t know I didn’t have a dream. Nyoman has taught to dream a little and that dreams can come true and to try and make my aspirations come true, and to not take my education for granted. My dreams can come true; they only can because Nyoman taught to dream.
“Kirvana don’t be mean to your sister” Nyoman told me as I refused to buy my sister a drink. I looked down on my sister and Nyoman who were looking up at me. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out three bottles of aqua. I never really understood why I was always being so mean to my little sister or so rude to my parents. I never had a good reason to be so. So why did I think I was so hard done by? Nyoman reminded me that “to have a family is the best tressure of all” how did I boy so young know these things? This is one mystery I will never understand.
I walked with Nyoman out of my hotel he stood close to me as we were near the security guard who Nyoman was always afraid of. We walked to the corner of the street where we were about to say our good byes. Nyoman looked up at me. I put my arms around my new best friend and Nyoman says “you’re like a sister to me now, and I will miss you” I look down on my little friend and all of my memories with him were stuck in my every thought. Once again those big brown eyes looked up at mine and he smiled. I watched him disappear in the distance and I knew this was good bye.
Not a day goes by when I don’t think about Nyoman, and everything he has taught me. I can now truly say I believe in myself. The memories could last a lifetime, but not seeing Nyoman everyday is a struggle. I am ever so grateful for every single minute I spent with Nyoman and absolutely everything he has taught me will stay in my heart forever. I have so much respect for this boy because he helped me find myself. My best friend is ten years old and 4498 km’s is what separates us.