First Time Impressions Mislead Saying Hello to the Devil
When I was young, I always judged peoples personalities by the way they looked. If a man looked scary, I would automatically assume that he was a bad man, and if he looked charming, I would assume he was a good man. However, this assumption was silly and wrong, for a persons true character will not revealed until you get to fully know them.
First impressions can be misleading. The next time you walk into a restaurant and a waitress happily flutters to your side with the smile of an angel, assigning you a seat and asking you what you would like to order; pause and think. Is this lady for real or is she just pulling it off for the sake of her job? How many people are actually delighted to be serving hundreds of hungry customers a day, carrying heavy trays back and forth across a crowded room, and yet remaining so cheerful? It seems that more and more people these days are using this disguise to be successf
ProcrastinationThe Downfall of Most High School Students
Procrastination. It is something that most high school students did and still do, whether it be in class or at home. Procrastination is so tempting that even the most hardworking of all students will probably give in at some point. The things we come in contact with everyday such as friends, computers or televisions, may be a trigger for procrastination. Procrastination is sneaky to the point where it lurks in every corner. Writing an English essay beside your bed may seem easy, but once you take a look at the smooth quilt and puffy pillow, you think of taking a short after-school nap, as procrastination draws you into its trap.
Although the art of procrastination may be a temporary way to relax, the stress and workload accumulates. In return, this leads to work and assignments done poorly, or not handed in on time. Procrastination is also an act of laziness. When there is a load of work that needs to be handed in, students tend to be la
Mlle BujokasMlle Bujokas
Mlle, oh Mlle.
Tu es une idole pour tout les étudiants.
Tu es comme un ange,
Qui nous couvrit avec la connaissance.
Tes yeux scintillent comme les étoiles.
Tes dents brillent dans la salle éclairé faible,
Luirent un sentier de lumière dans lobscurité de ma âme.
Ta écharpe violet me sourit,
Pendant que nous courons joyeux en dehors de lécole.
Nous nous ébattrons entre les champs des fleurs,
Pendant que tu me parles en français.
Ah, cest un bon jour
English version :
Mlle, oh Mlle.
You are an idol for all the students.
You are like an angel,
Who showers us with knowledge.
Your eyes sparkle like stars.
Your teeth glisten in the dimly lit room,
Shining a path of light into the darkness of my soul.
Your purple scarf smiled at me,
As we ran happily outside the school.
We frolicked between fields of flowers,
While you speak to me in French.
Ah, it is a nice day
Pain of Love - For DanPain of Love.
Pain envelops my soul like a veil of greasy darkness
...the pain of a heart without love.
My heart shatters into a million pieces,
As the strongest glue cannot succeed to repair.
For I, am forever broken.
I am forever thrown,
Abandoned to fend for myself,
Never again the same.
Time ticked away,
But some wounds don't heal,
As they leave a nasty scar that will forever haunt me,
Taunt me into insanity.
Tears I cried,
Pillows I drenched,
Never forgiving anything,
Everything was to be blamed.
You are the sunshine of my life,
Whom without your warm presence,
My world changed into an ice age,
My heart frozen,
Never melted again.
That was the pain of love,
The pain of love speaking out to me,
Because destiny doomed me to never finding happiness.
The sweet nectar of happiness that made me confused,
Lost my way,
Shaken me from the right path.
And perhaps one day I shall realize that I made a mistake.
Perhaps you did not deserve
The long awaited rain was finally over,
As the winter snow melted into the sweet contentment of spring.
The flowers bloomed,
The trees grew,
And everything was tied together into beautiful harmony.
The warm days of spring passed us by like a whisper,
As we entered the door to summer.
The temperature outside increased,
The mosquitoes bit us,
As all we can do is sit inside the cool conditioned chambers of our homes.
The TV was of course on,
And the internet switched to high speed.
No one looked outside.
No one paid attention to the constant buzzing of lawn mowers.
No one noticed the black smog covering the once clear blue sky that we lived beneath.
The rain stopped.
The flowers died.
What the world had become is beyond what we can imagine.
We can all make a difference,
But we just chose not to.
Somewhere deep within our souls,
A place where only change can reach,
for something more than just rain.
Never Shall IMy Darling March
I shall never forget that day,
When we met each other.
It felt like a distant memory,
As time passed us by slowly,
Like a warm summer nights breeze.
We talked everyday,
And got to know one another better.
You told me that you loved me.
I stared at you jokingly,
As if it was just a dream,
A dream that I cannot understand.
Shocked like I was truck by lightning,
I stood still as you told me that your heart desires me,
Longs for me,
I began avoiding you,
Unable to accept the truth,
For I can give nothing more than friendship.
Perhaps that friendship was lost,
As I distanced myself from you.
I hid from you,
And tried to avoid you because I was confused by your actions.
I guess I cannot completely understand myself,
Nor my thoughts.
More time passed,
But you kept your persistence.
I slapped you,
To make you want me,
I did not know what had gotten into me,
As I was thrown,
Tossed into a whirlpool of darkness,
My MeganMegan My Darling
Your skin...smooth as a sea pebble, unblemished from evil.
Your eyes...shimmering like crystal shards, unable to be touched.
Your back...curved like a sea turtle's, hard as a shell.
Your legs...thick as tree trunks, hard to lift off the ground.
Your soul out of my reach, slipping farther and farther away.
Your face dirty as a pond, sickening the animals that swim about.
Your heart...ugly as hell as I attempt to shake it from my grasp, forever abandoning you into a realm of darkness.
Your hips large like a pregnant womans, slowly moving down the lane to greed.
Your mind shimmered in a realm I cannot reach, plotting my death.
This is you