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Sunday, 9 September 2012

U r u !

Weird title I know but read on and it will make sense.
You know those people , who you never really liked , but were nice to them anyway , yeah that you being nice .

You know when you feel sorry for someone , for whatever reason , that's you being considerate .

Think of everything you did that was nice in your life , and write a list . It can be as simple as picking up rubbish , or giving a cent to charity .
Everything on this list you did because you are human , you are unique , you are you ! Don't try to be anyone else , be you because there is no-one else like you ! Don't forget that .

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Mo lá

Dia duit! Conas atá tú? Bhí an lá an-fhada. Tá a lán obair bhaile agam. Tá na múinteoirí go léir an-cantalach ach tá an ghrian sa spéir.ag imirt x-bhosca. Níl mé gach cailín! Haha. Slán, is breá liom leat!

Irish ?

Heya , I'm thinking of do this thing where I write a post in irish ?? Good or bad idea ? I try it for a while , and see how it goes .

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Do it ...

Be a teacher , student , president , vet , farmer , soldier , beauty guru , blogger , charity worker ....
The list can go on and on ...
You can do anything you set your mind to .
Set a goal , and take baby steps , and you will succeed .
Try it , lifes to short to be doing things you hate .
Work hard , and don't forget there's a light at the end of every tunnel .

Monday, 3 September 2012

Feeling good / tongue twisters

Homework done , (kinda) sun in the sky , listening to good songs ( original rudeboys ) and enjoying life !
My heart goes out to whoever isn't enjoying life ! Stay strong and never give up anything you cant go a day without thinking about it ! Say that outloud 3 times ! Haha . Got any good tongue twisters ?

I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop.
Where she sits she shines, and where she shines she sits.

OR
Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug - although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty year old thug thought of that morning.
Haha !
Bye xx

Sunday, 2 September 2012