Speaking Through Art: Part I - Dance

Communication with words. The mouth. The lips. The tongue. The breath....

 Is never enough for me. 

I'm not good at it...writing either. Nowadays it is so difficult for me to cram my thoughts, emotions and experiences into words. It's all too simple. It's all so generic. I don't want to follow standards and rules anymore when it comes to communication. It's all so boring. 

How about all you people reading my blog right now? Would reading paragraphs and paragraphs of my thoughts be more appealing to you than actually seeing and experiencing examples of what I mean? That's my main goal for my blog. I want to draw you people in on what goes on in my head,

using more than words.

Using ART.

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I was born a fetus....and still am one.

People seem to always be completely baffled when i tell them that i am 19.

It normally follows with a:

-jaw drop

-wide eyes

-accompanied with a "huh!?!?" expression

because they normally think that i'm 12 when they see me. like...ACTUALLY 12.


I get offended half the time by it but the other half of me doesn't really care. Because whether i like it or not - that's who i am.


I think a part of me will forever be juvenile. Not just in my looks but how i act too. I choose to act that way because i have fun doing it. I don't act immature, just....juvenile at times. I have gone through many scary "grown up" situations that one would think to make me some serious and depressed 19 year old adult. But whats the fun in that?! I've learned from those experiences. I have built the strong core i need and then proceed to having my fun most of the time.


No offence to all you adults out there.....but i'm in no rush to grow up. I'm sure many people close to me have heard me say:

"I NEVER WANT TO GROW UP. I WANT TO LIVE IN NEVER NEVER LAND WITH PETER PAN"

Well.......it's true folks! During my grade twelve year i had an extremely hard time accepting the fact that i was leaving high school and actually had to start turning into an adult. I still am having a hard time. 

Deciding which road i want to go down when i see none made with yellow bricks, isn't such an easy decision to make........until recently - when i got my new summer job:

Working with kids.

"They're starving back in China, so finish what you got..."-JLennon

So apparently i'm a terrible blogger.

Well.....sorta.

I've had a few people tell me that they actually really enjoy my blog and that i should update it more often. Thanks so much folks! I sincerely thought no one read this thing....So i'm going to try and update this a lot more.


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There was this one girl (that will go unnamed) in my high school that i will never look at the same for a particular reason. I'm not the type of girl to hate people or hold grudges, but i think it's only natural for human beings to have different beliefs and different approaches in how they express them. In this case, this girl and i are 2 completely different people.
This girl is hilarious to be around (some of the time) but sometimes i take her humour offensively.

I will share a story with you all that i will never forget.