YO!
Um... yeah...
So... how's life? :]
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Um... yeah... So... how's life? :] |
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The name is Trina. I procrastinate a lot of the time; I mostly just take my time.
I have no idea or even a clue what my goal in life is... I'm at that point where I don't know what to do now hence the end of school is done and I don't want to
go to uni. I feel like uni isn't for me so why do I have to go? My parents are semi-supportive, I understand. I'm so lazy, I'm just lost. Like, I screwed up.
I hate being the eldest and being the only girl. Vulnerable, much?
I immigrated here in Oz from NZ. From that point in my life, I felt so... lackofabetterword - lame. I'm probably overreacting and I should be mature
about it but... I can't control my freaking feelings. No one knows that deep down I'm unhappy with my life and how this whole change has affected me.
I wanna be independent and not be dependent on my parents but they won't allow me to stay in NZ to finish school, would they? Lols, geez, this is pretty much my life
story.
Anyways, I'mma wrap this up by saying that I'm 19 at the moment and I have no idea what I should do in my LIFE!
I am a certified paranormal person. wishlist
■ Singing/drum lessons!
■ Be happy! [: ■ ■ World peace ■ Lose weight! ■ ■ Go to Sth. Korea/Japan/Hawaii! ■ |
lost and finally on holiday... R.I.P. King of Pop.
7727581479744090252 date: Friday, June 26, 2009 time: 4:26 AM comments: 0
This morning I had found out my all time pop idol had passed away. Coincidentally, my brother and I were watching his music videos and also songs when he sang he was a kid and to find out this morning at school, wondering why my school was playing Thriller wasn't what I expected to hear during a time like this, especially since today was the last day of the school term. I was disappointed and lost about it... I couldn't believe it when I first heard it and hated the fact that everyone kept saying "it's been confirmed" -- deep down I was devastated... I mean like, I grew up listening to his music when I a little girl... and many years later, at the age of 19... I hear the King of Pop has died. I really don't know what he died of... some say food poisoning; others say heart attack... who knows?
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I'm just so sad about it... and the comeback concert that was going to happen next month? It's disappointing... when I finished early today, came home, no one was home which I needed... so I cried, cried as I read the news of Michael Jackson had passed away at the age of 50. I've never cried for a celebrity like this, well maybe for Selena but that was because of the movie but this... this really got to me. I'm so glad it's the holidays now, two off of school... REALLY needed this. R.I.P. Michael Jackson. Your music will live on forever and I hope and pray that you will be taken to a better place. I'm sorry you had to endure a lot of hard times but I hope to see you again when the time comes... I've always wanted meet you in person, be a friend to you... sure there are a bad things people say but there are A LOT of people who wanted to be close to you because you were and still are, loved by many. Haters can hate but I reckon there are a lot of fans than there are haters. I pray that your family will be in good hands during your time away. Love you forever! Your fan, Trina xox Labels: holidays, King of Pop, love, Michael Jackson, R.I.P., sad |
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