Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life - Rachel Carson

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The Police "Walking on the moon"

Yup..... I'm officially 27 today...... mmmmm how do I feel? well seriously I was just recently getting accustomed to saying "I'm 26" and now abruptly  I have to say "27" its very confusing all this growing-up thing. I have always thought that growing up is a privilege that not many get to experience. Last year shortly after turning 26 I received a very awakening news, that shook my entire family and this year was a healing process, I think I have gotten to know myself that much more. It is said "that, that doesn't kill you makes you stronger" I have a spin on that, although I will not disregard the thought of being stronger it also makes you doubt core feeling and the meaning of those, I guess that's the dark side of being strong..... no wonder all of those mysterious folks look like they've been heart broken over and over again. I also feel scared to plan ahead because honestly we never know what could happen, but regardless I am eager to play and frolic around the future like a careless kid. let those new chapters begin and surprise me (in a good way please lol!)
Currently listening to:
The Ronettes - "Be my baby"
Tonic- "If you could only see"
Jimmy eat world- "The middle"
“The wise speak only of what they know, Gríma son of Gálmód. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy words with a serving-man till the lightning falls.' There was a roll of thunder. The sunlight became blotted out from the eastern windows; the whole hall became suddenly dark as night. The fire faded to sullen embers. Only Gandalf could be seen, standing white and tall before the blackened hearth.”  - So True, that annoying Grima  horrible adviser, what a joke.
“Gandalf: Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee. Have you been eavesdropping?
Sam: I ain't been droppin' no eaves sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there, if you'll follow me.
Gandalf: A little late for trimming the verge, don't you think?
Sam: I heard raised voices.
Gandalf: What did you hear? Speak.
Sam: N-nothing important. That is, I heard a good deal about a ring, and a Dark Lord, and something about the end of the world, but... Please, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don't hurt me. Don't turn me into anything... unnatural.” - So funny! I love this part!

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