Misconception, and incorrect interpretation. Conclusions are often jumped too, before proper consideration is even thought about. As usual the negative is what is first thought of. Perhaps instead, Mr Cadbury's advice should be followed?

OR maybe, this has more to do with me deleting half the sentences when editing my entries? But is context really that necessary?

Perhaps 'dnm', a completely relative term, has migrated toward common vernacular as society heads further into the realms of false superficiality, and how's the weather?

Its a hard task to seek forgiveness from a dead person.
So does that mean we give up?

We sit here in our sheltered lives complaining about our superficial values, seeing not what we should but what we want. When did our soceity become so blind to the important?

But then, the most important thing to ask ourselves, like always;

Why?

くれのブログは一番のくくるみ書きことです。でも、何について書くだか？今日、アルバイトはとてもいずかしかったよ。そうして、私は誕生びのパテイーをしました。笑い～、私は一年間の上にパテイーをしませんでした。誕生日の子はかわいいよ。今日は五才になりました。

新アルバイトをすることと思います。マックはたいていつまらなくて、じっきゅうはとてもやさしいです。

なせ、人生は失ぶさせるか？

あ～！忘れるの前時に、あんたは　マックで新ハンバーガーを食べてみると思います。二タイプがある；マイツィアンガスとガランアンガスです。でも、ガランよりマイツィのほうがおしいですよ。今、私は太ったがかんじる。：P

また。

H.

I think we're on the same page now.
Yet in reality I've finished the book, and you're stuck in the first
chapter.
P.S Dumbledore dies.

Can I just Say; what the hell does 'best friends' mean? why is there a need for quotation marks. Either you are or you're not.

Jan, welcome to the midnight messenging club. Members; 3

wait whaaaat?
who am i in that sentence ?
you or me ?

I'm sorry for this blog, and I know its somewhat hypocritcal... still..

Ok so if we live in Australia we speak English, and by speak, I mean speak correctly.

We do NOT do good in Tests. We do WELL. Conversly, we also do NOT do/go bad in tests, we preform badLY. The only way one could ever do good, is when 'good' is referred to as the noun. As in 'I wanted to do some good in this cruel world, so I fed the homeless'.

Similarily, me and Cordz are NOT friends, however, Cordz and I most definately are.

And so, whenever I hear the phrase, 'LIKE omg, i want so bad on that english test.' all I can say is well obviously. Get with it already.

Ever have those moments when it feels like your whole life is falling apart, crumbling at your feet as you shuffle towards the end? When all you can do is just sit, waiting for the inevitable.

But why?

I always ask this question, and to a degree I know; I understand the irrational thinking behind my twisted logic. And yet, these cycles continue, each time the reoccuring depression feels as raw and new as ever.

Success is what drives me. So it is reasonable to assume then, its my lack of it which brings these feelings on.

So i tried to take the train + tram to st kilda, but alas connex deemed it too troublesome to run trains on the Pakenham/Cranbourne line once again. So the tram ought to be taken from Caulfield instead.

And so it is, sitting here on the number 3a as it clatters down Balaclava street. I think Yarra Trams got it right. There is something to love about these graffiti-signed metal boxes.

The sound of the grinding wheels as it rounds the tight corner past Caulfield station, the 'bzz' of the fading electric bell when destination is reached, the clattering self-importance as the driver hurries along the tracks, only to stop a few yards further down the road, and the tick of the automated sign scrolling across the route description.

Or maybe though, its the way the white and green... isn't so white anymore. The way those fading green seats are so worn down that the yellow foam starts to show, the the lights flicker as the pantograph passes the join in the overhead wires.

But then again, its probably the culmination of the journey its self. The mentioned elements in their entireity. The little mobile community trundling along the realms of suburbia, spitting you out as you reach your destination.....

'she knew my name... some of my friends don't even know my name...'

Sometimes I feel this is true.