@Seannishere Posting a twitter poem for @vickyvictoria10 - will be made on the spot.

Music Box - By Seann Pangilinan

Magic,magic,the box sang along. Enchanted music, the notes softly weaved.
A princess danced in tune with the song. Minutes later, her only audience would leave.
The princess frowned and sat on her heels. She took off her shoes with their pink ribbons dangling.
Nobody would know how she really feels. Nobody would see when the tears were falling.
Behind the door,a girl was watching.Her eyes were set on the one who was crying.
The door creaked open,and the princess stood.And ever so quickly,she faked a smile,like she should.
The girl entered, her head on her elbows. Wondering what might have caused the princess's deep sorrow.
She turned the plastic key,the music played. And like nothing happened, the princess swayed.
The girl spoke up,in a clear voice,she asked. ''Why are you pretending to be happy for us?''
The princess smiled,and fell down her knees.Blinking back the tears,she blew the girl a kiss.
The girl just nodded,and farewell,she waved.Beneath the thick brick wall,she started to wail.
The princess was left lonely inside her music box. She was feeling forgotten,it was love that she lacks.

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Shortly after I read this poem, one thing lead to the other and I was left with tears in my eyes. If anyone ever tells you life is simple, dont believe them. Life is a couple of million rivers that flow into each other at some point. Each river starts at their highest point and flow down from there. Some parts of the river are dry, some are narrow, but in the they always end up flowing into the sea.

This post popped into my head around lunch time today while I was walking home for my lunch. I had just been in school for psychology and had two hours before my next lesson. Listening to Trading Yesterday songs on my phone, my mind started to wander as I dawdled home. I was thinking about the nice moments in life. I saw a garden full of different types of flowers and they were all different colours. In my head, I started to put together a little list of all the smells that made me smile like freshly mown grass or the breeze in the spring. There are a few I came up with. Seaside air, the smell of the air when walking past a pub in the summer, the air at night especially after rain. I was thinking about these and then the strangest thing happened. As I crossed the road I got this strong perfume smell. No one was around so I was confused. It smelt just like my nana’s perfume. This wasnt the first time I had randomly smelt her perfume. My nana died a few years ago because of this sort of liver disease. The immune system in her body had started to fight against itself. I dont exactly believe the whole angel or ghost thing fully, but you never know, right?

Besides that, todays weather was good. I was pretty tired and still am, but its okay because tomorrow is friday and friday’s only mean one lesson at 12:10pm. Seeing that I havent done the homework for that lesson, however.....
Tomorrow night Im going to Pizza hut and to the Cinema which is good because I’ve been craving salted popcorn for about a week now. Well, that was my day. It was normal but good. Roll on block release !!!

xxx

Summer !? Are we there yet !?


My weekend was spent in the garden with my laptop, extenstion lead and USB stick. I still have rather alot of work to do right now but I dont really care. Sitting under the setting sun and listening to radio one’s chart show all alone just reminds me that I really am just that...alone. My parents are indoors watching television while the weather outside is the best it’s been all year. Throwing away a chance, I guess. Tuesday, I have to go back to school. I thank school for setting me a routine because all ive done over this half term is sit around doing bugger all, but on the other hand, it just stress’s me out too much. I swear im going to be just as grey haired as the head teacher.... although he is ginger one day and grey the next, so maybe I wont.

Music is my friend. Silence just helps my over-active imagination. Its not a good thing, I tend to start worrying. I never used to listen to much music when I was younger. I only really got into the charts music when I went into year 11 if im honest, the last year of compulsary school. Before that I was all.... I dont know, but the music taste I had wasnt exactly in fashion with people my age. I listen to the charts a lot now.

Okay, So I’ll have to blog later I guess. A wasp is getting to close for comfort and I just got handed a bowl of cheesey chips. Living life in the moment is so much better !!

I looked for almost an hour for a Dandilion. I just couldnt find one anywhere. The closest I could find was a daffodil. It doesnt mean anything though. I guess the council cut the grass yesterday afternoon. The smile on my face is fake. I think my eyes tell the truth of how im really feeling. That might just be my opinion though.

For some strange reason, I just want a hug from my brother. The last time I felt like this was when my cat died. I was so upset, I just called Chrissy and he drove over just for a hug. I wish I could do that now, but its nearly 11pm and none of my family know much about whats happening at the moment. I tell my mum things, but rarely about me.

I remember a little song my brother used to say for a joke. I recited it over and over when I was little in hope of remembering and to this day I remember it. Its only short, and its pretty random, but it makes me remember the simplier days when I was small and didnt have a care in the world.

Nobody loves me, Everybody hates me. Im gunna eat some worms. Big ones, small ones, fat ones, thin ones, Im gunna eat some worms.

All the dandilions are gone. They were there this morning, bright and bold. I just went out to find them, so I could talk to them, not even an hour after the most important one left for maybe the last time, but they were no where to be found. I found one, but it was withered and torn. I didnt want to pick it and take it home. I just left it. Maybe I should have picked it and brought it with me. I could have tried to make it better, even though everyone would tell me its gone. I walked past them this morning, smiling about them being there, and now that the sun has gone down, they’ve disappeared. Ill go back out and pick the withered dandilion up. Bring it back and and maybe with luck, make its life a little more bearable. I would whisper goodbye, but I would ignore it and demand that everything be alright. In my heart, I will hold on to the hope that everything will be okay.

My dandilion will stay with me forever. No one can take it away from me. Not even the dandilion itself.

Jackson .... Rathbone ...... *Tries to breathe*

He knows me tooooo well. I couldn't help but giggle from crazy fan girl as well as "Omg, this dude is actually flipping hilarious!" If having his pants is a criminal offence, then handcuff me right now and get over with, because I have both!! Mwahaha.

He was all ... Sexy !! He winked at me !! *Squeals*

"Eh, I have a pair... thats all I need ;)"

Okay, So I have to get off my procrastinating butt and do something. *sighs* Goodbye for now, Jackson.

I LOVE YOOUU !!!

I had a dream about a rabbit last night. I was around seven years old again and I was hugging and holding onto this brown rabbit for dear life. Then, I lost it. I went running around the house and the back garden trying to find it before it escaped. I came up to a pond in the corner of the garden where there were frogs and birds. There were two colourful king-fishers, but seeing I have no idea what they look like, it was just a fluffy black bird with two beautiful blue feathers at the back like a peacocks. Then there was a flamingo. I had a fight with it. It had a long beak and I tried to keep it shut but it kept biting me. Then I woke up.

I realise that I knew the rabbit. It was my rabbit. When I was little, my sister bought me one. I remember walking back from the pet shop and trying to name it. I was trying so hard to remember the name of the rabbit from Bambi, but at the time I just couldn’t remember. I ended up naming him Chino. I don’t even know where it came from. I remember my sister being there, but I cant remember who was holding the box. I wasnt allowed to Chino’s name.

Chino died one bank holiday monday a few years later. I found him in his hutch with a huge chunk of him missing. My dad told me it was either a rat or a fox. We buried him a little while later. Chino was the best rabbit you could of had. He bit anyone, exept me. My brother has a scar on his hand somewhere from a bite. Chino spent his days rolling a flowerpot around. I always used to get dandilion leaves and feed them to him. His fur was soft and fluffy. I loved that rabbit, but I did take him for granted. It really is true that you dont realise what you have until its gone. I still have his leg tag in a pot.