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The diary of a girl

Month: May, 2013

If I had my own world…..

Something pretty damn terrible happened in London yesterday.

A soldier was macheted in the street by two very deluded people. His body was dragged into the road and the attackers asked people to take pictures of them.

They are deluded scumfucks for want of a better word. It is a horrible thing that has happened.

What really saddened me was some of the awful racist comments that were floating around the internet afterwards.

This was not about skin colour, religion, ethnicity. This was not about honour.

Words can start a war, so be careful what you say and what you hear.

I wanted to write a massive piece about this but anyone with half a brain should already know all there is to say, and I think Mr Tom Delonge summed up my thoughts rather well…..

“If I had my own world I’d fill it with wealth and desire, a glorious past to admire and voices of kids out walking dogs, birds, planes, cleanest cars.
If I had my own world I’d love it for all that’s inside it there’d be no more wars, death or riots there’d be no more police, packed-parking lots, guns, bombs sounding off.
If I had my own world I’d build you an empire from here to the far lands to spread love like violence.”


Shhhhh, silence is golden!


At school, if you are quiet, you are told you are too shy and you will get nowhere.

If you are quiet at work, you are dismissed, people assume so much, but don’t know you at all.

And that’s just it – if the whole world was talking it would be horrible noise.

You need people to listen sometimes.

To think before they reply.

Those that are silent sometimes are listening, they are paying attention, they take things in, they notice, they remember.

So instead of ridiculing someone who is silent – maybe they are the one’s to be feared.

When they talk it is usually worth listening too.

When they walk away – they are taking with them a wealth of knowledge.

They probably know the talkers better than they think, whilst the talkers in turn, know nothing about the quiet one.

One day I think the quiet ones will take over the world.