I was seeing photos of me when I was a kid (no jokes saying I still am. I mean reaaally a kid). And remembering the old times I came across something I didn't even remembered that existed. My blog when I was 10 and 11. (4th and 5th grades). I now wonder how can someone change and get so much more... mature in just one or two years? I laugh wondering how could I be so... a child, not so long a go. But well, born on the Universal Children's day I have no choice. I wonder if a couple of years from now, I'll be reading this, laughing and wondering how I could be such a child. (and a teen = TWILIGHT FTW). Sorry but I need to give myself in the future some laughing material.
I also found some of my friends blogs when they were kids too. I used to make them blogs so they could use it and basically report their life.
I'll leave the blogs here:
CHILDREN AWESOMENESS (nvm, it was just me )
My friend Xana's blog.
My friend Carlos's blog
My friend Eva's blog
(just remember that a part from my 24 posts awesomeness these were blogs forgotten after 6 posts or less, also: all Portuguese only... and KaKyKris get screwed again)
The only thing that is actually the same with me two years ago and now is nott nowing wat spelechek ish.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
-by Mary Elizabeth Frye*
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
-by Mary Elizabeth Frye*
6 comments on me. Outch it hurts!:
and here i was hoping to see you when you were little (not that you're very tall ahah).
your old blog only has one pic of you, taken for very far and behind.
you owe me a picture of you when you were a kid. OWE ME I TELL YOU.
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thanks wikipedia... -.-''
Amazingly enough... on your so called "childish blog" you have a post on Night at the Museum... and just a couple of weeks ago you had a post on Night at the Museum 2 on your current blog... so... you didn't change that much!!! ahaha
Guy who has no imagination or who can't even be bothered to create a display name AKA Anonymous:
what are you willing to do for WickedKitty's kid picture? ;p
ey Night at the Museum is awesome. so are most of the movies mentioned on that blog. I could be childish but I had a hell of a taste for movies.
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