tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255407790812287642024-02-20T01:05:15.985-08:00'Who the hell can see forever?'Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-24039137883071677682010-07-03T08:22:00.000-07:002010-07-03T08:22:09.709-07:00those ones<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7WTLZvqMcnz2VvWXDdSP3_ArPkfkr1oVs1C6pFkvZsp2zJSUSlHvDtSruwl4-LrmjC6nTCQKE5h0wHiK0qwXrYZ9cdBfPvAv5qQlEXwYqRhddtBQa_FVEU8aUZqYdBBsU_l8hTZX2VuC/s1600/34484_407637232055_717007055_5153669_4948846_n-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7WTLZvqMcnz2VvWXDdSP3_ArPkfkr1oVs1C6pFkvZsp2zJSUSlHvDtSruwl4-LrmjC6nTCQKE5h0wHiK0qwXrYZ9cdBfPvAv5qQlEXwYqRhddtBQa_FVEU8aUZqYdBBsU_l8hTZX2VuC/s200/34484_407637232055_717007055_5153669_4948846_n-2.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWadtv0NMWnnBvXuhJfi_L1k1JztZ_gP3kbww6GZ5VqMTfL7Mqp7ZA6OtWiCmMBWPqCfd6zGUro9mcbQ5gYMPSkqIf2qp-GA-RMP81tkdDTOVgzsDp1mQIyaPcoayevcKEmZSt8nYOkWo/s1600/27774_10150172693270088_712635087_12622291_36971_n-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWadtv0NMWnnBvXuhJfi_L1k1JztZ_gP3kbww6GZ5VqMTfL7Mqp7ZA6OtWiCmMBWPqCfd6zGUro9mcbQ5gYMPSkqIf2qp-GA-RMP81tkdDTOVgzsDp1mQIyaPcoayevcKEmZSt8nYOkWo/s200/27774_10150172693270088_712635087_12622291_36971_n-1.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyOPXgUWrnHgRcAAon5Li6AX4aQ2NWluFuI0V2A7pZSCXVcngpf6Cw3a-gRQZedbf5xsToM1fydyDNZWGqsi2klrxZ5kqY3BzlGTF3NMhfGAfnD2e5kFKCt5eOXmmM7qsx6J4FUuteLPPa/s1600/DSC01470-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyOPXgUWrnHgRcAAon5Li6AX4aQ2NWluFuI0V2A7pZSCXVcngpf6Cw3a-gRQZedbf5xsToM1fydyDNZWGqsi2klrxZ5kqY3BzlGTF3NMhfGAfnD2e5kFKCt5eOXmmM7qsx6J4FUuteLPPa/s200/DSC01470-1.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-30280338547774998282010-06-18T22:51:00.000-07:002010-06-18T22:51:40.044-07:00cedar creek.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOkArl4Mbh2-fUhAM0oyjhpMqQW4jkuIQ_wMiCNU_k_ddXJHdh8AxxJmZUxp0aUoBbhx2-27SON8Y6nVwVPtYeggUVczxDYeaIqKs7sS8uT6LO3x_VAV2foHaU8l5FkEsvmV5nrLA-Opw/s1600/Photo0075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOkArl4Mbh2-fUhAM0oyjhpMqQW4jkuIQ_wMiCNU_k_ddXJHdh8AxxJmZUxp0aUoBbhx2-27SON8Y6nVwVPtYeggUVczxDYeaIqKs7sS8uT6LO3x_VAV2foHaU8l5FkEsvmV5nrLA-Opw/s320/Photo0075.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">its that place you love</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the one where nothing else matters</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">its the place where you can see and hear yourself</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">for who you are</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">careless, tranquil, calming, serene, peaceful, assuring, comforting, still; what more could you ask for.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-86589633222683771132010-06-17T06:04:00.000-07:002010-06-17T06:04:06.189-07:00PQR; inspirePQR; says:<br />
cause ; i wanna know more about you.<br />
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hahah <br />
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you keep alot of stuff to yourself.<br />
your interesting.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I believe that everything has a source of inspiration; something that makes you think. Everything from the way you wash your hair, to the depth of attention you provide your school teacher. It is driven by something. My inspiration expands across many areas of life; from the way a mother handles her brat-of-a-daughter in the shopping isle, to the way the trees blow carelessly in the bittersweet winter wind. People take too many things for granted; including I, but inspiration is the key to life. If you are inspired, you will always be longing to do better at something or to do something differently. This is building your motivation to live; and isn’t it great to live. For everything you do, look for the positive. The positive often reveals true inspiration. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My inspiration to share my writing was the conversation above. PQR, you are inspirational... sometimes (L)</div><br />
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stefanielea. xStefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-3696682470220282622010-06-01T05:42:00.000-07:002010-06-01T05:43:59.671-07:00Pale and White“Still I stand tall, like a tall oak tree; my head held high for all to see.” (Craig Harrison)<br /><br />I looked down at my feet and dropped my head in humiliation. The stench of embarrassment filled the air surrounding me. As I made my way down the long corridor lined with immature high school students, I could hear their insensitive comments and spiteful laughter; I could feel their malevolent glares piercing my back as I passed each of them. The grey walls glared at me too, they were moving closer and closer towards me. My feet picked up pace as my vision began to blur from the pathetic tears that I could no longer hold back. I had to get out of there!<br /><br />I ran towards the large army green exit door at the end of the corridor. The cool moist air rushed into my lungs, almost making me choke; I held my breath and ran straight ahead into the dense vegetation of the nearby bushland. Cold and wet, I stood in a small clearing; alone, with my head up and my arms stiff by my sides. I closed my eyes and imagined myself as a tall oak tree, I imagined I belonged. I felt the air blow through my branches and tickle my leaves; I could smell the rain falling quietly and slowly drizzling down my trunk. This reassured me that despite my `life disaster`, the world still revolves. I stood waiting for my thoughts to collate; what to do next? That was the question that sent shivers down my spine.<br /><br />As different scenarios of what I would do next played out in my mind, the sky began to fill with darker rain clouds. Each scenario started well; then ended with me hiding in an old deserted house for the rest of my life, living in a wild African jungle with the animals, or moving to a busy French city where no one speaks my language. I had no clue what I was going to do yet! The wonderful scent of the cold rain became stronger and my hair became heavier; this reminded me of my hometown. My body was beginning to feel sore from standing so still; being a tall oak tree required strength and stillness, two things that I possessed. As I slowly relaxed my muscles and looked down at my feet, the rain softened as the clouds began to clear. I took a deep breath; still contemplating my future actions. Briefly, I scanned the beautiful wet scenery surrounding me; I tried to save this moment. The moment where everything sparkled for a split second as the sun played hide and seek with the dark heavy clouds.<br /><br />The high pitched school bell rang, drawing my attention away from the scenery. As I departed from the drenched bushland, my shoes squelched through the gooey sludge leaving deep muddy holes behind me. When I reached the school building I was soaked and I was ready; ready to take action. I stamped my feet hard on the cement pathway, just next to the army green exit door, until my soles began to ache. Inhaling deeply, I pushed the heavy door open; while trying to maintain a confident, yet natural image. In a movie this scene would have looked much more graceful. I kept my head up, relaxed my shoulders and looked straight ahead; for a concise moment I was an oak tree; tall and strong. There was no way I was backing down now!<br /><br />I walked casually down the corridor; one foot in front of the other. This was scenario one. As I walked down that corridor, I thought to myself; this was my school now. It didn’t matter where I was in my past, or what I was; I was here, now. I walked past my fellow students, this time not in shame; this time I didn’t run. This time I was me. I held my head high for everyone to see; I was ‘the new kid.’ I ignored anyone who couldn’t accept me for who I was. People talk a lot about racism in today’s society but it wasn’t until I left my home in England that was full of people just like me that I realised how evident it really is. I was now the outcast, and the best way I could think of handling this foreign situation was to try and blend in. I still felt their glares piercing my back, and heard their comments and laughter continue; however, over time, I hoped that I could be accepted as just another student. After all, we are all just people, with different families, cultural beliefs, body shapes, names and skin colour. I am just like them, only pale and white. But until then, I will continue to hold my head high; for I am a tall oak tree standing strong.<br /><br />stefanielea. xStefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-50909079534350738212010-05-27T00:30:00.001-07:002010-05-27T00:48:54.106-07:00Time is everything<span style="color:#000000;">the days when you wish everything went back to normal are just around the corner...</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">monday; met this person and lost my breathe</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">tuesday; my cheeks are sore from that curve on my face</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">wednesday; i cant wait to see them again</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">thursday; my heart beats faster everytime i think of them</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">friday; i cant get this person out of my head</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">saturday; why the hell didnt i see this coming</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">sunday; how could i left myself fall this hard, so fast</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">things end, people change....</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">when something magical seems only too good to be true, it is.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">he took the air i breathed and stole my heart.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">i have no idea what happend but we fell apart.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">....he left me with a broken heart.</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">_____________________________________________________________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">I left my feelings out and closed my eyes; this lesson I learnt hurts inside.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Now, open your eyes and look around; guard your heart with your life and dont look down.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Keep your head up and walk straight ahead, some things in life you have to dread.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">"You took the air I breathed, you stole my heart. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">I dont know what happened but we fell apart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">You left me with a broken heart."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">Greyson Chance</span></div><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">chin up, fly straight</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">stefanielea. x</span>Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-41099141109807435472010-04-13T01:21:00.000-07:002010-04-13T02:51:16.057-07:00that person<div align="left">You’ll be in my heart<br />From now and forever more;<br /><br />No matter what I do, no matter how many mistakes I make, or how bad I stuff up; you will be there for me. Forever you will be there, in my heart. To hold me when I’m sad, to catch me when I fall, to lift me when I’m down and to tell me when I’m wrong. It’s the things like you in life that we, as young minds, take for granted. You are always there; most of the time you are hiding in the distance, but you are ready to help me whether it’s right or wrong.<br /><br />You make me smile and laugh. I can’t stop loving you; there is nothing that will make me turn against you because the love that we share is so strong. Nothing will ever break through it.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">“You'll be in my heart</div><div align="center">No matter what they say</div><div align="center">You'll be here in my heart, always”<br />Phil Collins ♥</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">stefanielea. x</div>Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-26085366120908305122010-04-09T06:56:00.000-07:002010-04-09T07:23:40.904-07:00Photograph<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e0cLA1nFHaIrwVqRAvwgP-ddOLRPs_b5bKz2BQuVzFaUAp663GBV8UHb3QT9qWCzlDNQzF7REosy_evu2U_sWXQE5I4JqlgWzBjhsqKTK0_FdhbzUQ8cegAvtPwkfILihVxRCcnkbSMs/s1600/DSCF2077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458141696543370722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e0cLA1nFHaIrwVqRAvwgP-ddOLRPs_b5bKz2BQuVzFaUAp663GBV8UHb3QT9qWCzlDNQzF7REosy_evu2U_sWXQE5I4JqlgWzBjhsqKTK0_FdhbzUQ8cegAvtPwkfILihVxRCcnkbSMs/s320/DSCF2077.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTglKNLVXdh4IP8nKYXElROguxuqE1hwcw8l8RPyNWuHkFDZ7v-Jb3DkDMGRnXC_e28mN0ETVs2gBo0vzO-BfZy5VB7QdhQw5L28v_8wynk0Kj3GJWfrH5Zf2GDF7sqFyu40mcKo-BmAa/s1600/DSCF2095.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458140795547571954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTglKNLVXdh4IP8nKYXElROguxuqE1hwcw8l8RPyNWuHkFDZ7v-Jb3DkDMGRnXC_e28mN0ETVs2gBo0vzO-BfZy5VB7QdhQw5L28v_8wynk0Kj3GJWfrH5Zf2GDF7sqFyu40mcKo-BmAa/s320/DSCF2095.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458138849446558466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HPojo92LWHi94Q-GvjqTKDD_QS7LHhQjsdzKTJXnxak72-6yg76bkgECebbIscUgSVBRWp3wBStiWxXxjKfw_Gk0m5af6cAl5kIkzAP26JKNl1mZ2AzvRMMAxPaYuZhHAgSrTZ1UBfZ3/s320/DSCF2089.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Fraser Island, </div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Stefanielea. x</span></em></div></div>Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-35163363535445972822010-04-09T02:56:00.000-07:002010-07-03T08:35:02.871-07:00a song of devotion or loyalty<strong><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Cave,</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"It's empty in the valley of your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">heartThe</span> sun, it rises slowly as you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">walkAway</span> from all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fearsAnd</span> all the faults you've left <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">behindThe</span> harvest left no food for you to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">eatYou</span> cannibal, you meat-eater, you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">seeBut</span> I have seen the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sameI</span> know the shame in your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">defeatBut</span> I will hold on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hopeAnd</span> I won't let you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">chokeOn</span> the noose around your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">neckAnd</span> I'll find strength in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">painAnd</span> I will change my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">waysI'll</span> know my name as it's called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">againCause</span> I have other things to fill my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">timeYou</span> take what is yours and I'll take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">mineNow</span> let me at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">truthWhich</span> will refresh my broken <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">mindSo</span> tie me to a post and block my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">earsI</span> can see widows and orphans through my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">tearsI</span> know my call despite my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">faultsAnd</span> despite my growing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">fearsBut</span> I will hold on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">hopeAnd</span> I won't let you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">chokeOn</span> the noose around your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">neckAnd</span> I'll find strength in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">painAnd</span> I will change my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">waysI'll</span> know my name as it's called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">againSo</span> come out of your cave walking on your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">handsAnd</span> see the world hanging upside <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">downYou</span> can understand <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">dependenceWhen</span> you know the maker's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">handSo</span> make your siren's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">callAnd</span> sing all you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">wantI</span> will not hear what you have to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">sayCause</span> I need freedom <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">nowAnd</span> I need to know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">howTo</span> live my life as it's meant to be</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And I will hold on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">hopeAnd</span> I won't let you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">chokeOn</span> the noose around your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">neckAnd</span> I'll find strength in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">painAnd</span> I will change my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">waysI'll</span> know my name as it's called again."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Mumford And Sons.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">An anthem to sing to; a rhythm for my heart. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I <em>will</em> hold on hope. I <em>will</em> not let you choke. I <em>will</em> find strength. I <em>will</em> change my ways. I <em>will</em> know my name. That is what I <em>will</em> do; because not only do I have to, but I <em>want</em> to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Holding you head high above the deep water. Healing a friend who is suffering from many deep wounds. Finding the positive needle in a field on negative hay. Sweeping the pathway in front of you clean of the dirt and dust collected from you surroundings. Listen to you heart, who you are is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">referred</span> to by a word. That is what I <em>will</em> do; because I have to, I want to, and I have to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Stefanielea</span>. x</span>Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-49663171044800122892010-03-26T03:40:00.000-07:002010-03-26T06:04:00.376-07:00cant stop smilingi watch you as your face fills will warm love<br />your hole is filled<br />some puzzle peices are put together<br />joy picks you up and makes you smile<br /><br /><br />...this discovery is a moment;<br />a moment in time.<br /><br /><br />stefanielea. xStefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-25689277566466681502010-03-26T02:38:00.000-07:002010-03-26T02:58:45.650-07:00just a poemParents what are they for?<br />Well i am told they are here to guide us,<br />To help us grow and evolve into healthy successful adults.<br />They are there for us always, through thick and thin.<br />To help us up when we are down and kiss our sores better.<br /><br />That’s not always right<br />Sometimes they are the ones putting you down<br />Telling you to grow up and get a life..<br />Well thanks for that information<br />I don’t know if you have noticed but that’s what i am trying to do.<br />Maybe you should really take some notice of me sometime and you’ll finally see<br />I am growing up, faster than i should be<br />And you don’t even know it<br /><br />Parents what are they really for?<br />I’m still trying to work that one out.<br /><br />stefanielea. xStefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225540779081228764.post-71551570824710130122010-03-26T01:38:00.000-07:002010-03-26T01:51:50.858-07:00stefanielea.Hey,<br />At the moment so much is happening not only in my eyeline, but all around me. The reason why I am making this blog is because I have a lot to say, but often keep it to myself; and some of my good friends would like to get to know me better? They think they can do this by reading things I write..so let me know how it goes :) If you would like to ask me something, feel free to...I am happy to help. Ahh, Im into music!, sport, photography, fashion..sorta, and well youll find out as I post things :) Hope you enjoy!<br /><br />stefanielea. xStefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07062046218646598760noreply@blogger.com2