Abortion - One More Mouth That Will Never Speak

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Month one, Mommy

I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart is mf favourite lullaby.

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Month two, mommy

Today I learned to suck my thumb.

If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

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Month three, You know what mommy

I'm a boy!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy, I don't like it when yuo cry.

You sound so sad, it makes me sad too and I cry with you even though

You can't hear me.

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Month four, Mommy

My hair is starting to grow.

It is very short but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

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Month five, you went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said I'm not a baby. I am a baby, your baby!

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

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Month six, I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home - The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop! I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP ME!!

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Month seven, mommy

I am okay.

I am in Jesus's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

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Abortion is just.....

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One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

If you are against abortion or this peom nearly made you cry, spread the news around. Copy and paste is into a blog or profile and send this to all your friends.

New Zealand!!

Seems like I haven't posted in a while. This blog kind of died but I think I might just revive it.

Going to New Zealand soon. Looking forward to that a lot. Can't wait to take so many pictures of the amazing scenery there. Wanted to bring my awesome camera but my dad's being paranoid that it will get stolen so I'll have to use my mini camera. ==" Oh well, still hope I get some great shots.

While I'm gone, I wish everyone a happy holiday! I'll see you guys back at school! :D

Late Speech Day Post

Speech Day was on 25th February but I haven't had the time to post anything.

I guess you could say it was better than previous ones since I got to play in the Symphony Orchestra for the school songs and the Finale from Shostakovitch Symphony No. 5, although the downside was the fact that we had to arrive at Town Hall at 6.30am to unpack the truck which held all the instruments, stands and percussion. So after an extremely early start to the day, speech day begun officially at 10am.

After the ceremony, the IMP members had to reload the truck, which took around 20 minutes. I had to help which meant I had to make my friends wait. We had planned to have lunch first, then go to caps and karaoke but we ended up following each other and got lost so we walked back to Town Hall and ended up going to Mizuya, where we ate Japanese food and sang karaoke simultaneously. We met up with A and AA infront of Mizuya and they joined us for karaoke. Later on, E and L came into our room followed by T and JE.

The massive group split up after karaoke and W, JA, M, H, T, JE and I went to caps. Although we went as a groups, only me, M and H took the photos because since year 7, we have been wanting to take one with just the three of us and that day was a perfect opportunity to do so. After caps, our groups split up and each of up went the different routes home.

Although the day wasn't expected to be good, it turned out differently and we ended up having tones of fun. It didn't start out so well, in the backstage of the town hall, with C sucking up to everyone and buying their friendship with food but the end to that day was great and I must say it was a day worth remembering, especially with my besties M and H to makes everything perfect.

Happiness?

You put a hand-print on my heart that I could never remove. You engraved my heart so deeply that it would never fade. You shattered my heart into millions of shards so that it could never heal. Are you happy now? Are you satisfied?

You don't seem to mind but you can't feel my pain. A silent pain that nobody knows, a silent ache that nobody can feel...

Desperation

I know you're desperate but making up a rumour to hurt me really doesn't give you more friends. Seriously, just stop creating false rumours and perhaps learn to act more maturely. This really doesn't get you anywhere and you're just wasting energy. Just give up; you'll never win.

Seriously Trying Too Hard

You know, I accept the fact that you have a problem with me but seriously, is it necessary to strip me of my closest friends too? I can accept that you don't want to be my friend, that you don't like me, that you want to be better than me but my best friends mean the world to me. By taking that away, you're taking away a part of me.

You're not talking to me, you're not acknowledging me, you're basically pretending I don't exist. That's fine with me; I really couldn't care less but you must know, that you seem so desperate to get close to my best friends in hopes that they will like you better than they like me. I can tell you now that it will not happen. They know who you are and what your personality is. Don't try to hard. It just makes you look desperate and you won't succeed, I can guarantee you that.

Don't be so fake. It's so artificial, it's almost plastic. You say you care about me, yet you treat me like this. Your face is plastered with a smile that can get you past most people but it can't penetrate me. I know it's fake and I will not fall for it. You say you don't want your me to be in pain but you're the one causing my pain. You say you don't want to see me sad but you're the one making me sad. You say you don't want me to feel bad but your word choice implies that it's all my fault.

You say one thing and mean another. I guess it's kind of ironic how you pretend to be everyone's friend. No wonder you do so well in drama. You pretend to like the teachers but you hate many of them. I wonder how many friends you give that type of treatment to. I wonder how many of them actually know the real you.

You tell me that I don't know you but is that a lie too? You've told me that I know you well, and now you contradict yourself. Which one is the lie? You're just saying that to make me feel distant and make yourself seem hard to decipher. Well, I know I'm a complicated person and you haven't deciphered me yet. You don't understand my actions yet but in the future, I hope you will understand.

I will not make a sacrifice just to be your friend. If you want to be friends, we both have to make sacrifices and since you told me you're not even going to try, so I'm going to assume we're restricted from friendship for life. If you choose to remain like that, I have no regrets. I rather have great relationships with my many other friends than to make sacrifices for you. It's your loss, not mine and I'm happy for our current status to remain that way forever. I really couldn't cared less.

Roses

So much happened today...mysterious roses from people pretending to be others. People using other people to get to their Valentine. School is so complicated. Love is so complicated. Everything is so complicated.

Being Used?

Apparently, according to certain people, asking to borrow something is called using them because somebody right now is not being my friend because I'm asking for sheet music from her.

Apparently, I used that certain person simply because I asked them for sheet music and she thinks that that's all I wanted out of that friendship. Well, I must say, this is absolutely not true. Firstly, I would never use someone. Secondly, friendships mean much more to me than using people. Friendships are for life and I will definitely not sacrifice a friendship just so I can go around using people.

If that certain somebody is reading this, you may like to consider this:
Is it wrong to ask for help? Is it wrong to borrow sheet music?

Bully?

I don't think everyone understand the concept of bullying. To assist them, I have put together some information.

A dictionary's meaning of bullying is:
- a blustering, quarrelsome, overbearing person who habitually badgers and intimidates smaller or weaker people

According to Wikipedia:
- Bullying is an act of repeated aggressive behavior in order to intentionally hurt another person, physically or mentally. Bullying is characterized by an individual behaving in a certain way to gain power over another person.

Bullying comes in three different categories:
- Physical
- Emotional
- Verbal

Physical bullying includes:
- Punching, shoving, kicking
- Harmful and hurting physical contact
- Biting, choking, throwing things
- beating, stabbing, scratching

Emotional and verbal bullying includes:
- name calling
- silent treatment
- manipulation
- false gossip or rumours
- lies
- mocking
- saying things that trigger a reaction from past events

I have not done any of this. Please tell me exactly what I did that made me a bully. You have offended me in every way possible by calling me a bully. I would never bully anyone regardless of the situation.

You said it was peer pressure. You had the choice of choosing whether you would like to lend it to me. You chose not to. I didn't pressure you to let me borrow it. That doesn't make me a bully. I turned to someone for advice and to you, it is spreading rumours. That doesn't make me a bully. Not communicating with each other is normal in an argument. That doesn't make me a bully.

Personally, I can't find anything that makes me a bully, so if you would care to explain, I would be grateful.

RIP

It came to me as a shock when I found that one of my dad's friends from choir had committed suicide by hanging herself. She battled with depression for some time and after a holiday to America, her depression worsened to the point where she couldn't control her emotions anymore.

To those people out there who are currently experiencing depression, just take the time to remember: There are people who care about you more than anything else in the world. There's always a light in a ocean of darkness; you just have to look for it. Life is precious and you only have one chance to live it. Think about how the people you love and those who love you will go through when you are no longer there before you choose your path. I know this can't provide the light in someone's darkness but I hope it will allow them to reconsider their actions before they are done.

"If you look closely in the darkness of night, you will discover the hope that is light."

She was a generous, passionate and respected person and I'm sure those closer to her will be missing her dearly. Although I don't know her well, it is always hard when someone who was loved greatly passes away. So all I can say is, we'll be missing you.

RIP Lily

Start of a Story

The birds chirped melodically outside her window, while the wind rustled the leaves of the trees nearby and the gentle breeze carried the fresh fragrances of spring flowers right into her room. The beauty of nature was cut off abruptly by the ugly beeping of her alarm clock. Kate slammed the snooze button and retreated into the safety of her covers, in attempt to hide the harsh reality of day. Waking up on a school day was definitely not something she enjoyed doing; she hated waking up into a world where she didn’t belong. Weekends were unquestionably much better because that was when she didn’t have to worry about being the sad, lonely nerd who nobody liked. She longed to remain in her dream, where everything at school was perfect for her but she knew she had to get going now if she didn’t want to be late for school. She allowed herself a few more seconds of heavenly bliss before she had to boost herself with a sudden rush adrenaline that would eventually drag her out of bed. She rushed to escaping the house before her mother insisted on driving her to school in their sleek black limousine.

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Kate sat silently on the two-seater of the Oscar train and stared blankly out the window, watching the forest of trees and grassland pass by in a blur. In the distance, she noticed the flaming sun peer over the horizon, providing her with a second of hope that today was when everything changed but she knew that it would never happen. Good things never happened to her, she knew. While the beautiful sunrise should have distracted her from the worrying thoughts of school, her mind did not obey her will to be preoccupied with the sun.

He extended his hand towards me in a swift motion and I took it gently, allowing him to lift me from my seat in the back of the limousine. He eased his hand around my waist and guided me towards the double doors of the ballet theatre. People turned to admire my slender figure and the handsome man at my arms. They envied the glamorous red Valentino, the beautiful Prada shoes and the famous Louis Vuitton handbag. We walked into the private box reserved for us on the second storey, complete with a finely set table and glasses of wine already poured. The lights dimmed and the ballet began with the grand opening played by the orchestra…

The passenger announcement interrupted her daydream. A part of her held onto that fantasy, hoping that one day, she would get to show them that she was far wealthier than they thought, but for now, she was content with them thinking of her as the poorest girl in the school.
Of course, they had absolutely no idea that she was rich. You couldn’t tell by the way she dressed or how I acted. Kate never wore expensive jewellery, although she had plenty, never wore fashionable shoes, although she had a whole closet dedicated to them, never wore make up, although she owned the most exclusive sets of famous brands, never acted like she had any money, although her bank account said otherwise. That is, she never did these things at school.
On the weekends, away from the nasty girls at school, she could be herself without having to pretend she was so poor that she couldn’t afford a new pencil case. Each week, she had two days of paradise, where she could wear stylish clothing and dazzling shoes without hesitation or fear of being discovered.

Ballet

Release yourself and fall into the world of imagination, communication and precision. Surrender to the music and let yourself be carried by the graceful melodies that provide you with the theme. Feel the emotion inside you and express them using your movements. Let your technique be precise and your dances come from the heart. Delicate, elegant and charming; enter the world of ballet.

Inner Light

Sometimes we are blinded by what is presented to us. We often forget to look past the deceitful exterior to see the truth of their personality. We often forget that the inner light shines brighter, that looks can be deceiving, that their real personalities are concealed by their visual exterior.

Look deeper. Allow yourself to trust them, find their true self deep inside. Things aren't always as they seem. Don't be full of yourself before all the facts are laid out clearly before you. There's always things that are hidden beneath the surface that you won't find at first glance, so don't judge before you've found everything.