'The first few pages of a new book..'

So there’s a flurry of new Year’s Resolutions and everyone struggling to keep up with them as we steady ourselves through the first week of the new year of 2012. The year we will hear of people selling all of their possessions and living their life to the utmost fullest so that when 'The End of The World' comes about they don't feel as guilty for not living as they would have.

My question is:

why have you failed at living so much? If you have the ideas and the plans what has stopped you so far?

For me, I'm only just reaching my final year of high school so that and parental controls have been my stop sign. I dream as others do, I want to travel and see the world, I want to save a life -thus I don't ask for someone to be in the need of saving-, and I want to road trip just to see my own country.

Everyone says South Africa is such an amazing place to be, the weathers good, the beaches are enjoyable, the mountains are incredible and the animals abundant (if we could finally stop killing them), but for me I've seen Cape Town a bit of the south-east coast, the north coast and the berg. That's like a cool story for a foreigner but I feel ashamed not knowing what 3 of our 7 provinces might look like.

That's one of my resolutions, as soon as I turn 18 and get my car I want to go on a road trip.

So back to the topic...

This is the 8th day into supposedly the last year of your life, believe it, but don't sell all your crap or quit your job unless it’s absolutely necessary just LIVE! It’s a good time to try, think of your kids and grandkids and the stories you could tell them.

This year will be epic and I hope you believe it too.

Have a blessed one. xoxo

Lifelong Friends

Basically the source of my childhood fun; what reflects, what doesn't; what happens when you paint it; why's it so cold; can my cat see himself in him; who's that person always staring back at me, isn't that rude.
When i got older. he did get rude. Started calling me fat with a big nose and lots of acne. He had cracks in his view of me, sometimes he thought i was pretty and other times he changed his mind halfway through tell me.

For some reason I kept going back to him for I thrived on his opinion of me. I felt insecure without it, even more when I did have it.

Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing friend at most, he shows me when i have food stuck in my teeth, he helps me find where my make-up's smudged, he even laughs and cries with me.

My mirror & I are quite inseparable.

uh ohhh...

For some reason I feel like I should be keeping you entertained. You? Who are you? I don't know? There isn't really one person that is all too interested in what I have to say. But I keep thinking I'm letting you down by not posting. I may be rambling but it seems as though the world is in need of some more motivation? I really hope I'll be good at this in the near or distant future. If there are any questions or anyone wanting my help - I can help, I'm not completely useless - please just send me an email or something, I'll be there for you.

Quote Me..

"If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however if
I treat you as though you are what you are capable of
becoming, I help you become that."

-- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe