The Story of My Life is something I say quite often, as a saying. But does anyone accually know the story of my life? Because I sure don't.
I came across a book called All About Me when I was cleaning my room. It asks questions and you respond to them by filling in the blank or checking the box. I thought I would update some of it online here for you (all 2 of you who read this). Last time I wrote in the book it was the summer in between grade 8 and 9...so 2.5 years ago. Boy, things change quickly.
I.D.
Who Are You?
Only God knows.
What's Your Name?
Hannah.
What Would You Change Your Name To If You Had To?
Emma.
What Would Be Better Than School?
Travelling the world and helping people instead of sitting in class just hearing about people helping others.
Soon
Do You Often Think Of The Future?
Yes, very often. I even posted about how much I think of the future and not of the past.
One Goal You Will Probably Reach:
Graduating high school, going on to university.
One Goal You Will Probably Not Reach:
I intend to reach all my goals...My dreams however are a different matter. I don't allow my dreams and goals to mix, as I am afraid of failure.
One Wish For The World In The Future:
Please, don't allow there to be a World War Three. Nothing is ever achieved, and too many die. There's no point except to kill, and is that what we're really meant to be here for?
When Will Relationships Get Easier In The Future?
Never. It always takes more and more work.
Will All Races Ever Mix To Form One Large Race?
That would be nice, but no. There are just too many cultures that are far from our own.
Favourites
Favourite Thing To Do:
Laugh.
Your Favourite Person:
Meagan. (love)
Your Favourite Animal:
Honey, my dog.
A Flower You Really Like:
Big white lillies.
A Smell You Love:
Vanilla.
Your Favourite Sport:
Rugby, followed by Basketball and Football.
A City You Would Like To Visit:
Addis Abeba, or somewhere else in Ethiopia or even anywhere in Africa. I'd also like to go to Montreal or Vancouver.
A Delicious Desert:
Dad's Strawberry Squares or Nan's Chocolate Fudge.
A Game You Like To Play:
I love board games, all board games, but especially Monopoly and PayDay. (Fond memories at the YMCA summer camps). I also love to play running games like at Camp Medley...even though I'm quite terrible at them. :)
The Movie You Can Watch Over And Over:
Remember The Titans!
Your Favourite Musical Group or Star:
Our Lady Peace, Dashboard Confessional, Hillsong, and right now I'm into The Fray, Ker Wilson, The Philosophy and Regina Specktor.
Money And Things
In a Perfect World, What Would Be Your Ideal Career?
I would love to be a doctor in an impoverished country (maybe in Africa) but also be spiritual as well, maybe an evangelist or something too? I don't really know...
Something Important In Your Room:
The Bible that was my Great-Aunt Hannah's.
On Your Wall Hangs:
Two pieces of bristol board with magazine clippings glued on, 2 FHS production posters signed by the cast, Bible verses that I want to memorize and a Calendar.
You Have Too Many:
Things. Books. Shoes. Clothes. Possessions. Everything.
Head Spin
People Should Not Marry Before This Age:
I'm not sure if there's an age barrier but a maturity barrier...A safe age might be 22, but you should definatly know what's going on and be sure.
People Should Not Have Children Before This Age:
Again, there's defiantly no age barrier but a maturity one...Everyone learns how to take care of their children as they go, so I don't think there's any barrier... After you're married, maybe 25?
Knock Knock
Do You Believe in God?
Yes!
Try To Describe What God Is To You:
Most people would say "my saviour", but to me he is more. He is why I am here, why I live, why I love, why I care, why I think, why I am, why I am me. He saved me from this world, he loves me, he is the ultimate role model. He is everything. He surrounds me and comforts me and is truly my only hope.
Death Is:
Horrible, yet necessary. I can deal with death in different ways... Death gives us reason to live, yet can affect us so deeply we don't know if we want to live after someone dies.
Do You Believe In Evolution?
Yes, but not in the way you think. We definatly started from something, many scientists have proved that we did not just "become". But over time, you cannot argue evolution. I think God planned evolution. He planned everyone and their every action, but he also allowed for people to evolve into their own beings.
Opinions
The worst crime against humanity:
Anything along the lines of racism, segregation, thinking your better than someone else just because of their appearance or education...
Friends
A friend whom you miss:
Jen Brown, Shelby Mulligan, Elena McIntyre, Maeghan Pickard
What is a good friend?
A person you can really talk with. Friends have to have complete respect for one another.
Me
Complete the following with only 1-2 words:
You save: magazine clippings
You have: newfound confidence
You know: not enough
You wonder: why
You sing: often
You love: ALWAYS!
You buy: too much
You fear: rejection and judgement
You enjoy: laughter
You want: my dreams
You expect: more
You underestimate: love
You scream: I scream, We all scream for...
You forget: like an elephant
You mean: well
You thank: God
Well, sorry to bore you there. I will hopefully get my act together and get a new post up soon.
Hannah.
Tuesday, January 30
Tuesday, January 23
The Past
During this school year the only thing I've been able to think of is the future. Everyone keeps asking if I'm going to university or if I'm taking a certain course. The only topic I ever seem to be taking about is the future. I posted The Fray's lyrics last week, and this is what inspired me to write about one of the most influential parts of my life...the past.
As some people may know, the past is not really something I focus on. Usually, I would like to forget the past and start each day as if it were the only one I would live.
The truth is, our past makes us who we are. Without our past, there is no future. But how do you know when to let go, when to hold on, and when to start fresh? Your past does not have to define you, even if it influences your daily habits. Your past is part of you, yet it certainly does not need to control you or your actions.
Some people hate their past because of the things they've done, or the things they didn't do. Regret should not control our lives and shouldn't take up space in our minds. The past is the past, and since we cannot change it, we must accept it, even if it is the hardest thing we've ever done.
Romans 6:4 says:
"We were buried with Him...that just as Christ was raised from the dead...even so we all should walk in newness of life."
Our old lives, before accepting Christ as our savior, were buried with Him! We have no need to bring up the old life since God washed away all of our sins, all of our wrongs, and all of our previous life!
Now, you may say, what happens if I regret something that happened yesterday? What if I'm not proud yet shameful of myself because of something I did that was ungodly, that Jesus never would have done, and I shouldn't have done since I accepted Him as my saviour? Jesus washes away our sins. Always. Every time we ask God to clean the slate, He will! That's why our God is so awesome. Every time you say you're sorry, and truly mean it, God will wipe away your sins. And when that happens, you should no longer have to worry about it. God said it was okay, and even though you know in your heart that it wasn't, God has said it doesn't matter since you will live like Him and share His word. You are a disciple of God, and therefore you needn't worry about the past, only of what you will do tomorrow.
Hannah.
As some people may know, the past is not really something I focus on. Usually, I would like to forget the past and start each day as if it were the only one I would live.
The truth is, our past makes us who we are. Without our past, there is no future. But how do you know when to let go, when to hold on, and when to start fresh? Your past does not have to define you, even if it influences your daily habits. Your past is part of you, yet it certainly does not need to control you or your actions.
Some people hate their past because of the things they've done, or the things they didn't do. Regret should not control our lives and shouldn't take up space in our minds. The past is the past, and since we cannot change it, we must accept it, even if it is the hardest thing we've ever done.
Romans 6:4 says:
"We were buried with Him...that just as Christ was raised from the dead...even so we all should walk in newness of life."
Our old lives, before accepting Christ as our savior, were buried with Him! We have no need to bring up the old life since God washed away all of our sins, all of our wrongs, and all of our previous life!
Now, you may say, what happens if I regret something that happened yesterday? What if I'm not proud yet shameful of myself because of something I did that was ungodly, that Jesus never would have done, and I shouldn't have done since I accepted Him as my saviour? Jesus washes away our sins. Always. Every time we ask God to clean the slate, He will! That's why our God is so awesome. Every time you say you're sorry, and truly mean it, God will wipe away your sins. And when that happens, you should no longer have to worry about it. God said it was okay, and even though you know in your heart that it wasn't, God has said it doesn't matter since you will live like Him and share His word. You are a disciple of God, and therefore you needn't worry about the past, only of what you will do tomorrow.
Hannah.
Friday, January 19
The Fray
The Fray...I love their mix of acoustics and ballads...I'm not so thrilled they went main-stream, but as long as their music stays true, I've got nothing to complain about.
This is a song I've really gotten into over the past week or so...Enjoy!
"Fall Away"
The Fray
How To Save A Life (2005)
You swear you recall nothing at all
That could make you come back down
You made up your mind to leave it all behind
Now you're forced to fight it out
You fall away from your past
But it's following you
You left something undone, it's now your rerun
It's the one you can't erase
You should have made it right, so you wouldn't have to fight
To put a smile back on your face
You fall away from your past
But it's following you
You fall away
Something I've done that I can't outrun
Maybe you should wait maybe you should run
But there's something you've said that can't be undone
And you fall away from your past
But It's following you
You fall away
It's following you
This is a song I've really gotten into over the past week or so...Enjoy!
"Fall Away"
The Fray
How To Save A Life (2005)
You swear you recall nothing at all
That could make you come back down
You made up your mind to leave it all behind
Now you're forced to fight it out
You fall away from your past
But it's following you
You left something undone, it's now your rerun
It's the one you can't erase
You should have made it right, so you wouldn't have to fight
To put a smile back on your face
You fall away from your past
But it's following you
You fall away
Something I've done that I can't outrun
Maybe you should wait maybe you should run
But there's something you've said that can't be undone
And you fall away from your past
But It's following you
You fall away
It's following you
Wednesday, January 17
Compositions
I recently uploaded a bunch of my compositions to a website, and I thought I would share one of my favourites here with you too.
Just please don't laugh.
:)
Lies.
Not white ones,
ones that no one knows
the truth of.
You're not even sure what
the real thing is.
You've spent too much time
Living lies.
Eventually I crack
I can't take it.
I don't want to start over,
because I know I'll break.
I'd rather leave,
leave everything behind.
That way, I would cause
no more anything.
I've confused, ruined and misguided
so many people and lives.
Not to mention my own.
There's no trust, no love, nothing.
I'm so alone, so far away.
Yet so close and distanced.
This has to end.
Just pretend
there was no beginning
So there is no end.
Don't remember me ever agian.
I'm so broken.
All confused.
No one's here to guide me.
I want someone else's shoes.
I need to heal the open wounds,
yet protect the mending scars.
I'm moving too fast.
I never liked waterfalls.
RUSH
Not fun, no even close,
they pull you under,
pretend you're having fun.
But then it all changes.
You can see, hear, feel,
but you're ending, collapsing.
It's all over.
You're at the bottom.
No one's holding you down,
but you just can't get up.
You refuse to breathe.
Main stream was never my thing.
I was proud of little things,
envious of other ones.
I didn't want to be,
or so they thought.
I had dreams,
feelings too.
You were too distraught to see.
Why should you care?
I'm just another tear
in this flawed life.
We ignore things we don't want,
and excentuate everything we do.
Why be real?
Why be yourself?
You won't be accepted.
You're all alone.
How does it feel now?
Hide and jump.
Say you're sorry.
Belive in everything.
Feel and express.
Shout and whisper.
Be kind and rude.
Have willpower to give up easily.
Poosibilities are limited.
Death is morbid.
Morbid is death.
What colour's your angel?
(April 3rd, 2005)
Lastly, I promised Nicole that I would publish this somewhere, just for her. This was written in a grade 10 English class, and I'm sad to say, I didn't do too well on it...
To You I Give
(Revised Edition)
Dedicated to Nicole Daigle
Not a pair of jeans or a hoodie,
I give you a jumpsuit.
It is an infamous polyester creation.
It promises itchiness,
Like Gram's wool socks.
Here.
It will restrict your breathing,
Like a sumo wrestler on your chest.
It will make you cry with embarrassment,
A stuttering fool in spandex.
I am trying to be helpful.
Not a sock or a belt,
I give you a jumpsuit.
It's skin-tight feeling will stay for a while,
Like a snake trying to shed its skin.
As we are,
For as long as we are.
Take it.
Its invisible zipper will stay hidden,
If you like.
Lethal.
Your skin will long for its feel.
Its cling will haunt you.
Love.
Hannah.
Just please don't laugh.
:)
Lies.
Not white ones,
ones that no one knows
the truth of.
You're not even sure what
the real thing is.
You've spent too much time
Living lies.
Eventually I crack
I can't take it.
I don't want to start over,
because I know I'll break.
I'd rather leave,
leave everything behind.
That way, I would cause
no more anything.
I've confused, ruined and misguided
so many people and lives.
Not to mention my own.
There's no trust, no love, nothing.
I'm so alone, so far away.
Yet so close and distanced.
This has to end.
Just pretend
there was no beginning
So there is no end.
Don't remember me ever agian.
I'm so broken.
All confused.
No one's here to guide me.
I want someone else's shoes.
I need to heal the open wounds,
yet protect the mending scars.
I'm moving too fast.
I never liked waterfalls.
RUSH
Not fun, no even close,
they pull you under,
pretend you're having fun.
But then it all changes.
You can see, hear, feel,
but you're ending, collapsing.
It's all over.
You're at the bottom.
No one's holding you down,
but you just can't get up.
You refuse to breathe.
Main stream was never my thing.
I was proud of little things,
envious of other ones.
I didn't want to be,
or so they thought.
I had dreams,
feelings too.
You were too distraught to see.
Why should you care?
I'm just another tear
in this flawed life.
We ignore things we don't want,
and excentuate everything we do.
Why be real?
Why be yourself?
You won't be accepted.
You're all alone.
How does it feel now?
Hide and jump.
Say you're sorry.
Belive in everything.
Feel and express.
Shout and whisper.
Be kind and rude.
Have willpower to give up easily.
Poosibilities are limited.
Death is morbid.
Morbid is death.
What colour's your angel?
(April 3rd, 2005)
Lastly, I promised Nicole that I would publish this somewhere, just for her. This was written in a grade 10 English class, and I'm sad to say, I didn't do too well on it...
To You I Give
(Revised Edition)
Dedicated to Nicole Daigle
Not a pair of jeans or a hoodie,
I give you a jumpsuit.
It is an infamous polyester creation.
It promises itchiness,
Like Gram's wool socks.
Here.
It will restrict your breathing,
Like a sumo wrestler on your chest.
It will make you cry with embarrassment,
A stuttering fool in spandex.
I am trying to be helpful.
Not a sock or a belt,
I give you a jumpsuit.
It's skin-tight feeling will stay for a while,
Like a snake trying to shed its skin.
As we are,
For as long as we are.
Take it.
Its invisible zipper will stay hidden,
If you like.
Lethal.
Your skin will long for its feel.
Its cling will haunt you.
Love.
Hannah.
Tuesday, January 16
Cast all your worries...
So I know that I'm not suppose to worry because God will take care of me.
It is incredibly difficult.
All my mind can think about right now are exams (and music, but that doesn't count, because that's always there).
I'm worried.
I admit it.
I also found out some bad news today... I'm doing a lot worse than I thought in one of my classes. Thankfully it isn't a required course. But still.
I'm excited for semester two, but mostly for Rugby season to start.
But right now, I'm just stressed.
Must go study untill the wee hours of the morning.
Ugh.
Hannah.
It is incredibly difficult.
All my mind can think about right now are exams (and music, but that doesn't count, because that's always there).
I'm worried.
I admit it.
I also found out some bad news today... I'm doing a lot worse than I thought in one of my classes. Thankfully it isn't a required course. But still.
I'm excited for semester two, but mostly for Rugby season to start.
But right now, I'm just stressed.
Must go study untill the wee hours of the morning.
Ugh.
Hannah.
Monday, January 1
Old Posts on the Box
I have been reading through old posts on the sandbox (www.cantplayinmysandbox.blogspot.com) and thought I would repost some of my faves that make me smile.
Hannah said...
Time destroys love.
Or do we destroy love with change and time?
But if god is love.
Love can fix anything.
Love must be able to fix time.
and bring the 1 moment back
where everything was perfect.
or will love stay where it is,
in it's place in time,
forever.
kristy
Hannah said...
"WootWootScore"
Yep. So I am pretty excited about tomorrow's game. I might not get to play, but I really want to. It would be so sweet. I suddenly have the urge to tackle this desk. Okay, that didn't go as well as planned.
Moving on.
Aaron said he is going to try to go to tomorrow's game.
Now I am that much more excited.
He's a pretty cool kid, ya know.
Anyways, I am gonna try to finish up here and relax away the rest of the night.
Love and Peace
Hannah
(note to katie--coughcoughhiimgregcoughcough)
There is no jelly in this donut.
Donuts are always better with Jelly!
How come I don't have a stalker?
Or even someone who liked me?
Okay, well I'm going to go cry/open new PETA stickers/babysitt/post on my deep, insightful blog (www.thoughtsandlyrics.blogspot.com)
No Love and Little Peace
Hannah
Ugh.
I gotta go.
L... all that crap
Hannah
Death.
I hate death.
I am so upset by it.
And I'm not sure why.
I mean,
dying wouldn't be so bad.
But living through other's deaths, that is.
I can't stand it.
There are no words to discribe
how I feel
when this happens.
Anyways,
on a different note.
How come when you are so incredibly...
Nevermind. Several people would shoot me.
(and now we are back to the subject of death)
Love and Peace
Hannah
Hannah
PS- I did 10 entire minutes on the rowing machine (over 2022 metres)! You guys should be so insanely proud of me, as I could not speak/walk/breathe for 10 minutes afterwards. :)
Oh yes, hannah, thanks for your "permission" that i can have ian...i'll get right on that lol.
MAN...i had a lovely, incredibly EMBARASSING day...(all of them were in front of ian lol)
-Katie
laughs.
Hannah.
Hannah said...
Man,
I hate/love being sick.
I hate/love a lot of things.
I am glad you came to school because it was like my other half was dying. Only one side of my brain functioned, therefore, making my nose run.
My heart is lopsided because your love overwhelms one side.
LOVE!
Hannah
Time destroys love.
Or do we destroy love with change and time?
But if god is love.
Love can fix anything.
Love must be able to fix time.
and bring the 1 moment back
where everything was perfect.
or will love stay where it is,
in it's place in time,
forever.
kristy
Hannah said...
Love can ruin everything, or fix anything.
Love is like fighting a war for peace. You're never sure what's to come of it.
L+P
Hannah
"WootWootScore"
Yep. So I am pretty excited about tomorrow's game. I might not get to play, but I really want to. It would be so sweet. I suddenly have the urge to tackle this desk. Okay, that didn't go as well as planned.
Moving on.
Aaron said he is going to try to go to tomorrow's game.
Now I am that much more excited.
He's a pretty cool kid, ya know.
Anyways, I am gonna try to finish up here and relax away the rest of the night.
Love and Peace
Hannah
(note to katie--coughcoughhiimgregcoughcough)
- Meagan said...
-
Greg what?
- phoenix said...
-
GREG! YES MY HERO!!!!!!
ahem...which one PRAY TELL am i talking too?
JOKING love you - Hannah said...
-
Don't you remember how me and greg met.....?
Here: A re-enactment by Hannah
Katie- "Hey Greg, this is Hannah."
Greg - "Hi, I'm Greg."
Hannah - "urgmsngsj....Hi....greg...Im greg."
Katie - "omfriggingG...hahahahahahahahahahaha. You'll never live this one down."
Greg - hahahaha
Hannah - crycrycry
Yeah. So I can be a girl and get embarrassed and mess up my words around cute guys. Deal with it.
I'll go back to playing in the dirt now.
L+P
Hannah - phoenix said...
-
HAAAHAHHHHAAHAHAHAHAH! i made my mom read that and she thought it was hilarious! i am sitting here laughing my butt off remembering that! i love you!
No Jelly in the Donut...
I feel so left out.There is no jelly in this donut.
Donuts are always better with Jelly!
How come I don't have a stalker?
Or even someone who liked me?
Okay, well I'm going to go cry/open new PETA stickers/babysitt/post on my deep, insightful blog (www.thoughtsandlyrics.blogspot.com)
No Love and Little Peace
Hannah
Hearts and Candy and Flowers and Kisses and...
Sometimes (okay, most of the time), they make me sick. I'm really, really, not a touch-y feel-y, lovey-dovey person. But today, it would have been nice.Ugh.
I gotta go.
L... all that crap
Hannah
Death.
I hate death.
I am so upset by it.
And I'm not sure why.
I mean,
dying wouldn't be so bad.
But living through other's deaths, that is.
I can't stand it.
There are no words to discribe
how I feel
when this happens.
Anyways,
on a different note.
How come when you are so incredibly...
Nevermind. Several people would shoot me.
(and now we are back to the subject of death)
Love and Peace
Hannah
Hannah
PS- I did 10 entire minutes on the rowing machine (over 2022 metres)! You guys should be so insanely proud of me, as I could not speak/walk/breathe for 10 minutes afterwards. :)
"Life as we know it"
3 Comments - Hide Original Post
MAN...i had a lovely, incredibly EMBARASSING day...(all of them were in front of ian lol)
-Katie
- Hannah said...
-
Hey Katie!
He was on my matchmaker sheet.
BOO YA
Woop
Hannah wins. Now only if she could talk to him, this would be a whole lot easier.
Meh
Love and whatever
Hannah
laughs.
Hannah.
The Sandbox: Party Over Here! Woop!
So read the last bit of this.
This is how I always feel, and always can't get over.
Why wo't it go away?
The Sandbox: Party Over Here! Woop!
This is how I always feel, and always can't get over.
Why wo't it go away?
The Sandbox: Party Over Here! Woop!
How To Be An Artist
First off, happy new year everyone, and good luck in 2007.
Today I was cleaning my room (that's why I can't breathe now...too much dust!) and I came across a bunch of old school books from elementry and middle school. In an art scribbler I found a sheet with a work entitled "How To Be An Artist". I remember loving this when we read it in class, and I really enjoyed re-reading it today, so I thought I would share it with you.
How To Be An Artist
Stay loose. Learn to watch snails. Plant impossible gardens. Invite someone dangerous to tea. Make little signs that say Yes! and post themall over your house. Make friends with freedom and uncertainty. Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies. Swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight. Cultivate moods. Refuse to "be responsible." Do it for love. Take lots of naps. Five money away. Do it now. The money will follow. Believe in magic. Laugh a lot. Celebrate every gorgeous moment. Take moonbaths. Have wild imaginings, transformative dreams, and perfect calm. Draw on the walls. Read everyday. Imagine yourself magic. Giggle with children. Listen to old people. Open up. Dive in. Be free. Bless yourself. Drive away fear. Play with everything. Entertain your inner child. You are innocent. Build a fort with blankets. Get wet. Hug trees. Write love letters.
Sark
Some of these things mentioned are just silly, but some other could truly be inspiring. I'm not sure how some parents would have liked 10 year old kids listening to something like "Refuse to 'be responsible'." or "Draw on the walls", but can you imagine the creativity that you could achieve and posses?
Hm.
Hannah.
Today I was cleaning my room (that's why I can't breathe now...too much dust!) and I came across a bunch of old school books from elementry and middle school. In an art scribbler I found a sheet with a work entitled "How To Be An Artist". I remember loving this when we read it in class, and I really enjoyed re-reading it today, so I thought I would share it with you.
How To Be An Artist
Stay loose. Learn to watch snails. Plant impossible gardens. Invite someone dangerous to tea. Make little signs that say Yes! and post themall over your house. Make friends with freedom and uncertainty. Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies. Swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight. Cultivate moods. Refuse to "be responsible." Do it for love. Take lots of naps. Five money away. Do it now. The money will follow. Believe in magic. Laugh a lot. Celebrate every gorgeous moment. Take moonbaths. Have wild imaginings, transformative dreams, and perfect calm. Draw on the walls. Read everyday. Imagine yourself magic. Giggle with children. Listen to old people. Open up. Dive in. Be free. Bless yourself. Drive away fear. Play with everything. Entertain your inner child. You are innocent. Build a fort with blankets. Get wet. Hug trees. Write love letters.
Sark
Some of these things mentioned are just silly, but some other could truly be inspiring. I'm not sure how some parents would have liked 10 year old kids listening to something like "Refuse to 'be responsible'." or "Draw on the walls", but can you imagine the creativity that you could achieve and posses?
Hm.
Hannah.
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