Terror’s of the world.

Life is like a diagram there are lot of sides to it. It is like a 2-dimensional image; the one side is pretty good and fair but the other is horrific and scary. Many people have rebuked Daily Dispatch for publicising such a horrific photograph but they had to show us the harsh realities of life.  According to BCCSA gruesome photographs are not supposed to be shown to the public; the media house must take precautionary measures. Notwithstanding that law but I still support Daily Dispatch for publicising the photo.

As a budding media scholar I believe we are supposed to be the eye of the people and report fairly on what’s good and bad. This story was also of an informatory purpose because it also enlightens us about the state of other mortuaries. Growing up as a child people had great respect for the dead but now mortuaries undermine that; they take the corpses as if they belong to dogs. What the world has come up to? It is sad to see this world deteriorating minute by minute. Many women who also want to dispatch their babies may they think about this photo maybe by God’s grace they will think twice.

http://twitpic.com/67es7m

http://twitter.com/#!/mishsolomon/status/103748315186864128

Hard times for love!

Cry my dear friend it’s not like crying is something new.

Sleepless nights are your sweetest dreams.

Break my spirit once more; I urge you!

Emotional breaking down is my daily routine.

Hurt me once more for the internal bruises that you give me shall never be seen.

Turning and tossing have became my best friends,

Make me fall once more because I am patiently waiting for you to pick me up only to make me fall again.

Toy with my emotions because I’m just your playmate,

Shag my feelings because they will feel good afterwards.

Poison me with lies because they are killing me softly.

Put a micro-chip in my brain because I believe I am specially programmed for you.

Confuse me more because after all we are the lost generation!

The potency of a pen!

You all I never thought you could be,
Funny, how you even surprise yourself
Hard lessons learnt
Hard decisions made…
Few souls lost along the way
Oh dear me… Forgive me please
I never meant to use you in a wrong way,
I never thought about the damage you could bring
A spread of ink in a paper, then there goes trouble!
I never meant to fiddle with you
Silly, how you put up with me yet you still loathed my aura
You know when I have you in my palm I’m out of order……

“My screwed up life!”

Let me first start by introducing myself. My name is Claudia Simpsons. I am an 18 year-old stuck-up teenager. I really enjoy going out on dates, that’s if I ever get a chance to be asked out. I have gone through a lot during my past teenage years. I never thought that one day I will be able to smile again. I don’t mean a fake smile but the real deal. As my friends will always say “You psycho!” but honestly I think it was my life’s drama that made me to sometimes lose it.

My parents would say that I’m so caught up on my teenage years. Duh! I am a teenager what did they expect? An adult?! My point exactly. They expect me to pretend as if I am not going through puberty. God! I’m only a child how can they expect so much from me. Parents, parents, parents… They contributed a lot in making my life miserable but the award has to go to… drum roll please… “B-R-A-D-Y” everybody scream before I even called out his name.

“No he is not the rightful owner of the award.” I said. “Then who is?” they all asked. “Well The rightful owner of the award is… is… no one. You all contributed equally. Lydia you did your bit and you also took part Wendy.” I said. They did not look impressed. “Was it that quite obvious?” I asked. “No hey it took us hours to figure that one out.” Zelda said in a very sarcastic manner. I wanted to debate the issue further but I decided not to because I guess it was quite obvious.

Congratulations Brady once again you managed to put me on a tight spot as usual. I hate him; I hate him to the exponent 10. On my way from school there he is standing on the corner it’s like he knew that I will be passing by any minute now. By this time I just wish to turn invisible so that I could pass by without seeing him. “Hi, how are you?” he greeted. I had two answers for him, the very nasty answer that could take twenty therapists to help through or a very reserved one. I decided to be polite this time, not that he deserved it but hey girls gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

“I am super and you?” I asked back. “No everything is cool. I don’t mean to be forward or anything but there’s a favour I need to ask you.” He said. Before he even asked me anything I said “yes” like a mad-dog thinking that he is going to ask me out or something but that was the dumbest thing ever. It was too late; I already agreed to go on a date with his nerdish friend who has had a crush on me for like a decade now. Then again I have to Congratulate Brady for messing up my life.