Although this may seem quite random, I just felt the need to write this. There are some people in my life that I just couldn’t live without, but now, it seems, that’s just what I’ll have to learn to do.


Andre: What can I say about you? After all we’ve been through, how could we not be friends? Your endless support and constant smiling has definitely brightened my life. You’ve helped me get through so much, whether it was one simple dance class, or a brain racking math test. You have always been there for me; a shoulder to cry on. With your positive attitude, you’ve helped my days be so much better. Just how you have always been there for me, I will always be here for you, no matter the distance. If you have a problem, know that you can always come to me for help. You are an amazing person and one hell of a friend, and I will always have a place for you in my heart. I just want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me; all the memories you’ve shared with me, inside jokes. Like, seriously, how in the world did we come up with: “Flush, flush!” hahaha

You have been more of a friend than I deserve, and I don’t think I could ever thank you enough for your friendship. Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!! Not even that is enough. Andre you mean the world to me, and I will never forget you, and now the whole world knows it. 😀

I love you too much, and I will miss you sooo much. Best friends forever.


DJ: Wow. I can’t tell you how great of a friend you have been these past few years. There have been some good laughs, some tears; good times and bad, but whatever the case was, you have always been an awesome friend. And I know this year has been hard, but you’ll always be my friend, no matter what. Thank you so much for making me laugh in the worst moments, and for never letting me down. Honestly, you’re probably one of the few guys that I know who isn’t a jerk. I don’t think words can describe how much I’m going to miss you. I’m really really going to miss you. Good luck to you and keep in touch! You can count on me with anything. [:


Brady: I can’t thank you enough for your sweetness. You are always willing to help, and I thank you for everything. You have truly proven that you are a great friend, and I’m going to miss you and the way you’re always so happy. Good luck to you in the US; come visit!


Lima: I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were leaving. I had to find out the hard way, and that’s not fair ]:

Anyway, you have been such an awesome friend. You’re so kind and, I know this sounds kind of corny, but you’re such a gentleman. 😛 hahah I told you. You’re always there to help when all my books fall on the floor in between classes, or when I have a problem I know I can tell you. It’s always fun to talk to you, whether on msn or just in person; I can count that you’ll listen. I appreciate your friendship so much, and I’m going to miss the guts out of you. Keep in touch PLEASE!! So we can have those awesome convos ;P


Ms Rumford: I can’t thank you enough for what you have taught me. I’m so glad that you have given me the opportunity to share my thoughts with the rest of the world. I hope that you will continue to teach your students what you have taught us about blogging, or just about anything really. Good luck!

Blood Diamond..

Last Friday, I had a little get-together that I often have with friends, called movie night. We watch all kinds of movies, mostly comedy based, but this night, we watched “Blood Diamond.” Like any other night, we emptied the extra large pizza box and gorged ourselves with popcorn, and nestled ourselves in a tight bunch on the extra comfy couch. It was the same ritual we always have on a Friday night, and as the movie started, I watched. Minute by minute, my eyes would open up wide, then shut tight. The whole movie, I was shocked that this was all based on reality. I just couldn’t imagine that this was a situation that our world was dealing with. And it only happened nine or ten years ago! I was a young girl with the best life I could ask for, while at the same time, some child was suffering. And not just one, but hundreds, thousands of children losing their homes, families, and lives.
Sierra Leone is where the movie basically took place. The year, 1999, was towards the end of these diamond wars, but even near the end, there was enough conflict to have the country fall apart. The rebels, also known as the Revolutionary United Front (RUF), were an important, yet terrifying element of this civil war. Not only did they kill and assault government officials and civilians, but: “Tens of thousands were killed and more than 2 million of the country’s 5.5 million people were displaced.” (OneWorld.net).The RUF recruited young children to join their force, teaching them to kill their own people and influencing them to consume alcohol and drugs. These children were taken away from their families against their will. The conflict lasted even longer because of the smuggling of diamonds to bordering countries Liberia and Guinea. These diamonds were bought by several countries from the RUF, which helped to fund weapons. How were these diamonds acquired? The rebels took men away from their homes to have them search for diamonds, and, if I remember correctly, for every country that bought from the rebels; one person’s hand was cut off. Meanwhile, families were fleeing from their villages to refugee camps for safety. After years and years of fighting and killing, Nigeria interfered and the country was finally at peace. Even now, it is still trying to pull itself together.
So, why do people resort to violence when there is always another option? Violence is obviously never the way to solve things. Look at what it did to Sierra Leone; look at what it has done to the world! What’s the point of creating problems that will never have a good outcome? Is it selfishness? I think that’s what it is. The RUF rebels wanted what was best for them, but not for the rest of the nation, am I right? That was the impression that I got by watching the movie and while reading more about it. And people act violently out of selfishness all the time. People kill others for many reasons, whether it’s for their money, to hide some kind of evidence, or just because they are in some way their enemy. But they never take into account the pain of those who will have to deal with the sorrow of that loved one’s death. Wouldn’t the world seem less violent if we just empathize with each other? But because of our selfishness, it seems we can’t do that. It’s almost like a vicious circle; if we all understood each other, there would be no egotism, but because we are so self-centered, we don’t focus on being empathetic. Empathy is important because it puts yourself in another situation that could completely open your eyes, metaphorically speaking. Once you comprehend the situation, you know exactly what to do, whether it’s to help or to pass on the word. And by writing this, I’m passing it on to you. It’s as simple as breathing.
Feel the beat! 😀
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The following video is a trailer for “Blood Diamond.”

Graduation.. or “Moving-Up”..

I think I’ve been getting quite off topic lately, but I think a blog should be there to write about things that I have on my mind. So I’m thinking a lot about graduation, or “moving-up” as they call it here (if we say graduation, some people go into a mini schizophrenia) and I was thinking about what it really means. When you first think of that term, you think high-school, harder classes, stricter teachers… but you also think of all the great parties to come and all the fun you’re going to have now since you are older. Graduation or “moving-up” is just another way of saying that we’re getting older. But sometimes we don’t exactly look into what that means. My parents tell me this all the time, and although I deny it, I know it’s the truth. Teenagers think they know everything; they think that they understand responsibility and how things work in life, but they, or should I say we, don’t. If adolescents are always partying and getting drunk or high or whatever, they don’t exactly understand responsibility, or, do they? Well, that’s what we think, “Because we are responsible, we can do whatever we want.” That really doesn’t make any sense, but that’s what the average teenage mind unconsciously, or who knows, maybe knowingly thinks. So is graduation just there to fill our minds with more of these “I’m a grown man/woman” ideas? Life is about change, but if graduating is a learning experience, is it the right one? I guess that’s what I’m going to have to find out in a couple of months. Even with these thoughts in my head, though, I’m still super excited for high-school. The thought that I’m getting closer and closer to independence is just thrilling, in an exciting, yet terrifying way. Sure, it is four years away, but isn’t that what we said about high-school when we were little fifth graders? And look at where we are now; stepping into a new environment, with new people and new experiences. So I guess graduating is, well, nothing more than symbol of a transition to a new period of our lives. Just how we transition after moving to a new country, school, house, through friendships, relationships… Things like these are just new chapters in our lives that can sometimes change the story around to have a happy, or maybe not so happy ending. But as life goes on, we always go through change, big or small. Perhaps I’m completely over-looking the situation; I mean all graduation really means is a ceremony where you receive a piece of paper telling you that you achieved something. Seriously! And who knows, maybe high-school won’t be any different than middle-school and the purpose of this blog is… meaningless. Yet, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I look over at the high-school building and think that’s where I’ll be in a few months. And when I get that feeling, it means that something is up. So I know that “moving-up” will be a great experience; wearing pretty dresses and looking really nice for your family members and what-not is always fun, and enjoying your last moments as a middle-school student with your friends is great. But in a way, it’s also a goodbye party, I guess, for those who are starting a new chapter in their lives. It’s always sad to say goodbye to your friends, especially those who are so close to you. I’m going to have to go through with this, as do many other of my friends. It’s funny how I’m anxious for the school-year to end, but at the same time, I don’t want it to ever end. This way I won’t have to go through the pain of saying ‘bye to those who are my best friends. The funny thing of all this is, it hasn’t hit me that I won’t really see these people anymore. Since the day that I found out, I kept telling myself that I still had time. But time is quite short now, seeing as we have about three weeks of school left. Now that I’m out of time, I don’t exactly know what’s going to happen next. Some people have the whole summer, or at least half of it to say their “farewells” and all, but not me. I won’t be here for most of the summer. And then I’ll be in high-school counting down the years ’till college. It’s amazing how fast time seems to fly. The truth is it hasn’t even sunk into my head that I’m an eighth grader. In seventh grade, I would always say, “We’ll be at the top of the middle-school next year.” Then this year came and it just never got to my brain that we “ruled the school.” Now we’re going into high-school and we’ll be the little, inexperienced kids again. And I haven’t even gotten used to the fact of being in this position! It’s just all too crazy. In a way, that’s how life works; you start off being the small, weak one, and then you make your way to the top. This graduation topic is a perfect example. When the day of our graduation comes, I’ll admit, I won’t be thinking at all about this. All I think I’ll be thinking of is how excited I’ll be for summer and how awesome high-school will be. I will most likely be thinking about how my hair looks, what my makeup does to my face in the lighting, if I have a piece of apple stuck in my teeth from the morning… blah blah blah. Because, really. Who on earth would want to worry about all the future problems on such a special day like this? Certainly not me. But after, I will definitely have something to think about in the summer while I visit my grandparents. So now, as my eyes are getting quite tired, and my mind is thinking about something else to write about (which apparently I can’t), I bid you adieu. Or, however you say it. And to all my fellow classmates, only four weeks left! Enjoy the last of our science “assessments” and algebra quiz’s. 😀

Feel the Beat!! 😀


What is it with this obsession with love? I can’t really say much about it, since I’ve never actually experienced being in love myself, but you look around and you can find so many people who just seem so madly in love with each other. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, but why is it that we can’t explain it; how it happens. You would think that something so special would need to have a solid meaning to it, but what’s the beauty of that? If you can’t have something unique that only you could understand, or maybe not even understand yourself, then why bother? Imagine how horrible it would be to be told how to love someone. Having no choice of how you feel towards someone, but a forced feeling that you must feel, because if not, it’s not love. This is maybe why so many people can relate love to a sense of freedom. You go along with it, and you just know when it’s love. Well, this is at least what I believe it is, although I can’t really know yet. What I really don’t understand, and hope to never understand, is hatred. How in anyone’s right mind could someone hate someone? Hate is such a strong word, a strong feeling; it’s so intense, just saying it fills my head with dark images. How? Why? Is it really possible for someone to do something so bad that it makes someone hate them? Although our world is filled with more love than hate (I will explain why I believe this in a moment), this evil feeling seems so much stronger, and sometimes can overpower what is good, which is probably where all the world’s violence comes from. Now, for what I said before, about there being more love than hate, here is my reasoning. It may seem that there is a lot of evil and violence because that is practically the only thing they show on the news. What we don’t see every day on TV, though, is the all the love that family members have for one another, or all the happiness in a friendship; all the kisses you give to that one special person, and the hugs you receive from a younger sibling. This love can definitely overpower all the hatred, if you have enough of it in your life.

What I love about love (:P) is how you can make it anything you want it to be. Sometimes I wish that I could peek into a person’s life and know how they feel whenever they look at the one person they love. Someday, I’ll know, hopefully, and when I do, I don’t want to have to be able to explain what it’s like. The feeling of love is just for that one person, to hold and cherish just for their own personal satisfaction. The closest thing I have that relates to being in love is my passions. Whenever I have the chance to participate in an activity involving these passions, I want to do them at the very best that I can. They are my passions because I… well, because I have such a passion for them. Yeah, I know that I may not seem to be making sense, but that is the entire point. Love, passion, happiness, good; they aren’t supposed to make sense. They don’t need an explanation because you just know when you have something good in front of you. If you realize that what you have is love, then that’s all you need to know. You don’t have to worry about why it’s there or how it got there; just knowing that it exists is comfortable in itself.

So why am I writing about a subject that I know nothing of? Honestly, I can’t answer that myself. I’m just basing all this information on the things that I believe to be true. But love just seems to be so intriguing. You can fall so easily into it as you can walk away from it. One thing I have never been able to understand is how it’s possible for two people to fall out of love. The only reasonable answer that I can come up with for that is they were never in love in the first place. I just don’t think it’s emotionally possible to be deeply in love with more than one person. My belief is that you have a soul mate, a person who is always there, and yet you can never get sick of them. Nowadays, love just seems to be a game; it’s all done in vain. People go off and get married to then ask for a divorce less than a year later. Then there are the situations that have to do with abuse. You think you’ve found the perfect person, and the next thing you know, they’re hurting you; physically, emotionally, and mentally. I bet there are some people out there who don’t even know what love feels like, because they grew up in an environment that didn’t experience anything like that. Probably not even knowing it, they abuse this emotion, and in situations like these, families can be broken apart, friendships lost. Love is so complex, and at the same time can seem so simple. Some people just make it seem like the easiest thing on earth, like breathing or blinking. Then other people could make you believe that it’s just not possible to fall for anyone. I’ve never had my doubts, because it is such an overpowering sensation that can change the way you think and feel in a matter of seconds.There’s a part of a song that I can immediately relate to love. The song is called “Say It Again” by Marie Digby. The song says:

“The thing about love is I never saw it coming.
It kind of crept up and took me by surprise.
And now there’s a voice inside my heart, it’s got me wondering.
Is this true? I wanna hear it one more time.”

Love is so unexpected; it creeps up and takes you by surprise. It just happens, and thats one of its many thrills. It’s exactly like a roller-coaster ride; goes up and down with some twists and turns, but that’s what makes it even better in the long run. You’ll be left wanting more.

Feel the Beat!! 🙂

Waiting on the World to Change..

You might have heard John Mayer’s “Waiting on the World to Change.” Why are we waiting? What’s the point of talking and talking about changing our World, when we’re not doing anything about it? The truth is, though, we don’t look hard enough to realize that there’s change going on everywhere. It may not seem to be really affecting anything much, but the smallest things can eventually get bigger and bigger and truly make a big difference.

“Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.  

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.”

-Ebenezer Cobham Brewer

I never really understood this poem before, but when you read it carefully it’s saying how some of the most important things start with something very small. So my point is, even the smallest, teeniest things can end up making a huge impact. I believe that music is something that affects us. The people who write and sing songs about making a difference are trying to reach out and say that there is hope that our world can be a better place. 

“Imagine,” by John Lennon, is a song that really makes me think. “Imagine all the people living life in peace,” is just one part of the song that just shows how people care about making the world a more peaceful place. When it says, “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one,” it’s proving that there are a lot of people out there in the world who truly want a better place to live in. It doesn’t matter how big of an act you do to change, but as I said before, the smallest things can truly make change. In my school there is a program called Roots and Shoots. Jane Goodall originally started it and it just expanded. In this program, we would help people, animals, and the environment. My most recent project was to help this very poor community in my country, and what my group wanted to do was raise money for a clinic they had in this town. We also wanted to help the children in the daycare, so we went to visit them one day, and now I know that the visit alone made those kids so happy. Just having people who cared enough to spend time with them made them very thankful. Actions like these can make a difference, maybe not in the world, but in people’s lives. 

Maybe you’ve heard of Simple Plan, an alternative band. They don’t necessarily write songs about changing the world, but one of their songs, “Crazy,” expresses how our world is in a really bad situation. Not the physical part of our world, but society. Why do people do certain things? Why not be happy with what you have? The song says that if you open your eyes, you’ll see that something is wrong. Things like money, fame, and beauty have just made people want to become something that isn’t good. Why do people want these things, and think it will make their life perfect when it only makes things a whole lot worse? You look at some celebrities and you think, “Well, they’ve gotten themselves in a big mess!” I’m not saying that all famous people are bad examples, because there are some great role models out there, but the things that some celebrities have become is just so depressing. 

So what is it that we can do to change our world? All it takes is stepping up and putting all the small pieces together. You can make yourself heard. Just how so many artists have done through their music. They made a point, and they prove that you can do it. YOU can make a difference. Feel the Beat!:D


Have you ever been hurt so much to the point where you just can’t take it? Become so overwhelmed that you can’t hold it in anymore? I have, and not just once. And the worst part of it all is, it continues even through all the tears I’ve cried or all the words I’ve yelled. I know that not everyone is going to like someone else, I mean, not even I like everyone that I know. But what I don’t get is why I have to be the target of all the humiliation. If I don’t like someone, I don’t try to make their lives miserable; I just treat them like any other person that I don’t know that well. But instead, I am ignored, interrupted, bothered, and treated like garbage. I have great friends that always support me, but those couple of people that make me feel horrible can really ruin my day. It’s not like I come home every day and bawl my eyes and feel sorry for myself, but after trying my hardest to ignore it, and after a certain period of time with no change, it really gets to me, and it hurts. And it’s hardest when those people are always around me. My grade is quite small, and these people just happen to have friends that are my friends too. It’s kind of hard to avoid a bad situation with them when I want to be with my friends, because no matter what, it ALWAYS seems like they are there too.When I talk to these people about how they make me feel, it seems like maybe it won’t be as bad after, but things just seem to get worse. I try my hardest not to be mean to them, and I even ask them what it is about me that makes them dislike me. The funny part is they can never come out with a reasonable answer that makes sense. Sometimes they’re even just like, “I don’t know why I don’t like you,” which makes me wonder, then why do they have a problem with me? Sometimes they give me reasons, but then I tell them, “Who isn’t like that, and it’s not like YOU aren’t like that either.” In the end, nothing ever gets resolved and everything goes back to normal, which is the constant tormenting and bothering.By now I’ve learned to not be so affected by it. Before, it was terrible. Before, I felt so bad all the time, because I was letting it get to me way too much. Now, though, I’ve gotten stronger and I deal with it so much better than I used to. I know now that those people don’t matter, because if they aren’t going to treat me the way I deserve to be treated, then they don’t deserve my attention. It’s not like I’ll retaliate and do the same to them, because that would make me a hypocrite, but I don’t think I will ever be able to be friends with these people. And unless some miracle happens, they aren’t going to want to be friends with me ever either. But for now I’ll keep living my life and hope that maybe things could change, even the slightest.Feel the Beat! 😀


If I had to choose one belonging to have with me while stranded on an island, I think I would most likely want my iPod with me. I really don’t know what I would do without it. The iPod truly is an amazing invention. You can easily take it with you anywhere, and at the same time, have access to thousands of songs (depending on what model you have). What’s great about these tiny little devices is you can make it very personal by adding playlists and pictures, videos, and more. I especially like how it is classified by artists, songs, albums, genres, composers, and compilations. If I’m craving to listen to rock ballads, I just go to “Music,”” Genres,” and then “Rock,” and pick the song that I want. If I’m in the mood for My Chemical Romance, I go to “Artists” instead. Creating playlists are even better, because it is a way of classifying songs by what you think they have in common, whether they are to sing along to, dance to, or have it as background music while writing blogs. So to me, iPods are very efficient to have, since it is so much easier having all of my music in one place, rather than millions of CDs. I remember back when I was maybe nine or ten I would always change the CDs because I would get bored so easily of the same artist and the same songs. Eventually I started burning CDs with my favorite songs by different artists, but those could only fit maybe twenty songs, and I would, after a while, get bored of those too. But now, with the iPod, I can just press shuffle and listen to a variety of music.

There’s only one problem that I have with the Apple company. The iPods just keep coming and coming out with new editions which are always somehow better than the last. Only in 2001 did the very first iPod come out. Then we started seeing the iPod Mini’s, the Nano’s, the Shuffle.. Then the Mini’s weren’t being made, but even newer generations of the Classic, Nano, and Shuffle came out. And finally… the iPhone and iTouch came out. This advancement in technology occurred so fast that I didn’t even have time to take in the second generation of the Nano. This all happens so stupidly fast that one second you’re happy with the newest version of whatever you may have, and not even a year later are you already wanting what they’ve made next. I first got an iPod (the first generation of Nano) when I turned twelve. This past Christmas, I got the newest version (3rd generation Nano). I will admit that I did get sucked into the competition of who has the newest iPod, but who hasn’t? And if you do have an iPod, I’m sure there’s been a time where you wished you had the latest edition. I just think that things would be a whole lot easier if the Apple company weren’t so desperate to get out their newest invention every two months. But then again, I have to thank them for this ingenious idea of theirs, because without my iPod, I don’t think I could possibly survive. Okay, maybe not that exaggerated, but I’m guessing that you kind of get the point; without my iPod, things would be extremely different for me.

And just so the name of this blog actually fits into what I write, I’m going to start concluding my entries with the title of my blog…

Feel the beat!!!!  


Why do we get homework? I just don’t understand why we need it. We go to school every day for eight hours (seven if you don’t count break and lunch) and get our education. Then, we come back home after a long, exhausting day and have to do more! There are things that we students would like to do when we get to our houses after school, such as nap or watch TV, or anything but homework. And those of us who have activities, like soccer, volleyball, or dance have enough to worry about trying to cram those into our busy lives. Things like studying for a test, completing a project, reading, or blogging I can understand, but why do I have to leave school just to come home and read through textbooks and answer questions? Luckily, I have time in classes to get it done, but still. I don’t want to have to worry about having homework all the time and being concerned about when it’s due and what I have to do, etc. It can be stressing, and that’s the last thing we want to be, stressed. Some people say that homework helps you practice and understand the subject that you are studying. I guess that’s true, but sometimes it can feel like an overload. When I come to think of it, there haven’t been that many times where I had so much homework that I could have exploded. But there have been some times where three different classes have assigned research papers and stories and projects to be due all around the same time. All I’m saying is, maybe we don’t NEED homework to get through our education. It can help, but we don’t need it. But when I think about it, I don’t necessarily have anything to complain about, because lately the homework hasn’t been as hard or as much as it was before. Hopefully, high school won’t be an overload of work either. So yeah. These were just some really random thoughts because I really didn’t know what to write about. But there you go. My opinion about homework has been stated. Peace 😀


I love to sing. Every day when I come home from school, I turn on my music and start singing at the top of my lungs. If I had a frustrating day, I would probably listen to loud rock, while if I had come home from school feeling sad or lonely, I would probably listen and sing along to more depressing songs. Sometimes I wonder why it isn’t the other way around; if I were sad wouldn’t I listen to happy music to make me feel better? But when I have certain feelings I want to express them through my singing, even if it’s the saddest song. Since I can relate to the lyrics, it makes me feel like I’m not alone. There are others who share my feelings. To me, singing is like crying. When something bad happens and you feel like crying, you shouldn’t hold back, otherwise you would be bottling up your feelings. My philosophy is: Either you cry or you don’t. If you cry, then you let it out right then and there, and you never ever cry for that reason again. If you don’t cry, then you completely forget about the situation and never cry for it either. It’s the same thing with singing. Except when you sing a song, it could mean something completely different to you than it did last time you sang it. With a song, every situation is different, because there is so much to take in; the sounds, the lyrics, the instruments… These components are what make a song, a song.

To me, music is like my own personal sun. It’s what gets me up in the morning, helps me see through the day, and shines light upon the darkest situations. It illuminates my day with so many emotions, and can be blocked easily by big gray rain clouds and make me confused. But whether or not it starts raining, I can find my way around those clouds and see that the sun was always there, brightly shining, trying to force its way through the confusion. And when the day is over, and the moon comes out, surrounded by tiny stars, my sun is still there, filling my dreams with relaxing and happy images that I know will help me through the day that still hasn’t arrived.

Music is so inspiring. In fact, I’m listening to music right now, listening to each note and lyric, letting those guide my writing. My dad told me that when you write, the music you are listening to makes your “brain juice” flow, which makes you think more and want to write more. To some people it can be a distraction, but for me it’s the total opposite. It’s like second nature for me to sing; it doesn’t interrupt my thoughts or distract me, I just sing without realizing it. I can’t help doing something that I love so much, and if I lost my voice, I would be so sad. Just like dancing, I can’t live without my music. In a way, dancing and music are related. As a matter of fact, they work together in a sense. It would be kind of hard to dance without music, because there would be no beat, no tempo to dance to. When you dance, you listen to the lyrics to express the moves. You wouldn’t just get up and start dancing to nothing, but when I hear a song, I get this feeling that makes me want to dance. I guess that is why I love, not only dancing so much, but music as well, because without music there is no dance. If there was no music, I could never enjoy dancing like I do.

I was just thinking right now, although it may be off topic, but I was thinking about situations that make me, or anyone, cry. It’s funny, because sometimes I hear a song and my eyes tear up and I just want to cry, for no real, apparent reason. There aren’t many songs that make me do this, but strangely, the few songs that do cause this effect are the number one songs on my 25 most played songs. It isn’t that I’m constantly sad and looking for a place to escape to, but hearing these songs just makes me think a lot about things. They’re inspiring because they create such strong feelings in me, because I have never experienced them before. You could say that they make me curious, so I explore the meaning behind the words, and I may not really be able to relate to them, but I understand where these feelings are coming from.

I’m  happy that this is my passion. The thing is, if my passion was basketball, I wouldn’t be able to write the way I am now. It just doesn’t seem to be inspiring to me, and to write about my passion I have to be inspired. Unless I’m coming home from a basketball practice and just had this feeling of I HAVE to write about this, then maybe I would be able to accomplish something, but otherwise, I couldn’t see myself sitting at home just writing about it so passionately as I am now. The difference is, at this very moment, I’m listening to the most inspiring songs that I have on my iPod. These songs are what make these words come out of my head, and on to this post. Music is my everything; I can’t possibly live without it. 😀


Freedom. What is freedom? It could mean lots of things to me. Maybe dancing on a huge stage with no one else around to watch me. Singing at the top of my lungs in an empty room. Laughing with my friends about the weirdest, most random things. Being able to cry when I need to. Sure, those things make me feel free, because I can express myself in any way I feel. I don’t have people telling me what I can and can’t do; I just do what makes me happy. And that’s what freedom is to me: Being able to express myself without worrying about being judged or told the difference between right and wrong. Sometimes it honestly feels like we don’t have so much freedom. Things like bed time curfews, computer/video game playing time, who we can date, who we can’t date, and places where we can go are just a tiny, tiny list of things that take us away from our freedom. But if you think about it, you don’t necessarily have to follow these rules. Technically, you don’t have to go to school. No one is physically forcing you into the car and forcing you to walk up the stairs to your classroom. But we all know that if we even attempt to skip school, we will suffer severe consequences, not only from teachers, but from parents too. Why do kids feel the need to be free? Maybe its because they feel they don’t have enough freedom, so they go off and do whatever they feel like doing and rebel and suddenly become druggies or alcoholics, or even pregnant. Its sad to see what has happened to kids in society these days, but the reality is, maybe we need more freedom. But then again, if kids had too much freedom, they would probably still do whatever they wanted to do, making them end up in a bad situation. So I guess it all comes out to balancing your freedom and those rules that you must follow. All I’m saying is we can’t have too much freedom, or things can get out of hand. I personally like having rules, because they keep me under control. If I didn’t have that self-control, I would probably be in a huge mess by now. So back to the question: What is freedom to me? I had previously said that it is a way to express yourself without being judged or knowing what was right and wrong, and I still believe that, but along with freedom comes responsibility. Which leads to the next question: How does freedom affect you as a blogger? While blogging we express ourselves, specifically about our passion. Now technically, according to the First Amendment, we have the right to freedom of speech IF we believe in something. But if we started swearing and insulting other people or their ideas, is that still following that rule? Although you might think differently about something than someone else, you shouldn’t have the right to put them down. Instead, you should be open to opinions and, if not accept their point of view, at least understand why they think that way. The truth is, you shouldn’t be going around bashing other people’s blogs; it’s not right. If you have something to say, sure go ahead and say it, but you must say it (or type it) in a way that won’t be misunderstood and is written as an opinion. Because that’s what it is, an opinion, nothing more than that. Even though you believe strongly in something does not mean it’s factual, because there is more than one way of perceiving it other than yours. Sometimes you just have to be open to what other people have to say, and maybe you’ll be able to understand and agree with them. So while we are blogging, just remember that we can say what we feel and believe, but we cannot go overboard with it, because that’s when you get in trouble and altogether banned from the site. And if that happened to me, I know I would be quite disappointed because I think that the Edublogs are a great experience that I wouldn’t want to miss out on. So be careful with the things you say on here, because the end results may not be so pretty.