i have converted

hello everyone. i have switched from wordpress to blogspot! 


it is for a number of reasons, but primarily because most of the blogs i frequent are blogspot ones. 



fool me twice, shame on me.

in my meagre seventeen years, i have learnt that when something sounds too good to be true, its because it usually is. cynical? perhaps, but its true. and if you can accept this sad fact-of-life, then  you will most certainly be saving yourself from sad, silly, hopefulness and subsequent disappointment. 

i am feeling rather angry today, because i allowed myself to become hopeful about a situation with a special person, and to no-ones surprise, i was disappointed. im not angry at the special person in question, but i am very angry at myself, because i allowed myself to become hopeful and i was expectant of something that would never be. 

so today, i was a silly robo-cop. 

but tomorrow, my happiness will definitely not be dependent on someone else. 


im on my end-of-year holiday now. from school, grade eleven to be exact, so i am officially in my last year of school. 

how strange is that? to many kiddies, school is this big black hole, sucking all the vibrancy and individuality out of us. i find this incredibly ironic though, school and learning is what teaches us that our individualism is in jeopardy. 

as you might have gathered, i love school learning. 

being a sponge is my favourite hobbie. 

flawed perfections.

today i feel like writing about amsterdam.

i went to amsterdam in june of this year to visit my sister, Catherine. she is there for her gap year au pairing three lovely little kiddies.

i had been to europe before, but i was very young (eleven) so i couldn’t appreciate europe for all it’s beauty and wonderfulness. this time around, it was the most beautiful three and a half weeks for a long time and i was happy throughout.

i find it difficult to describe amsterdam in terms of tourist attractions and appearance, so i will explain amster in terms of how i felt while roaming the streets. as soon as i arrived in amsterdam, i felt comfortable and unthreatened. everyone was doing there cool dutch thing and, to my surprise, i was perfectly adjusting to the rhythm of the european beat. it was magical!

dutch people are lovely. they are blunt and to-the-point, it is very refreshing, especially coming from a society of superficiality. if more people told each other what they truly were thinking, we would not have to exist in this awkward state of confusion all the time.

my favourite part of my visit to the wonderful amsterdam, was watching all the lovely dutch natives cycling with such ease through the busy streets of cars and trams.

to sum up amsterdam in one phrase is virtually impossible, but i like to describe it as the perfect example of organised chaos. it is a repaired shattered flower pot, held together with tape. the flaws are evident, but the pieces fit so perfectly together it is beauty.