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"Against Gay/Bi/Tran/Les HATE! ♀♂♀ A ♂♀♂ Preference, ♀♂ NOT ♀♀ A ♂♂ Disease!"

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Awesome Michelle quotes =)2/6/09
"No-one is perfect. Do you really know what perfect is? What IS perfect anyway? What's perfect to you? Because...NOTHING IS PERFECT! Perfect is just what you make up in your mind. Just because you think someone's perfect, THEY'RE NOT! You're giving them an ego! & it's gonna make their heads so big...they're getting nowhere."

"Perfection is what you think about in your mind. It's not true. Just because YOU think you're perfect, doesn't mean you are"

"Don't tell somebody off on the computer, that's another gay thing. Who wants to tell somebody off on the computer, 'oh, you're such a stupid bitch' blah blah blah. What?! I BET you you wouldn't say that to that person's face if you actually met them. You'd be like *makes a "I'm not gonna say anything just incase" face*"

"People think the internet just makes them all tough, & amazing, & 'yeah I can just take on everybody because I'm just so hardcore because I can say anything on the internet, no-one'll ever find out. Because, if anyone DOES find out then it doesn't matter because it's just over the internet'. Woah woah, rewind! 'JUST OVER THE INTERNET'. JUST OVER THE INTERNET, NO-ONE CARES! If you actually care about people fighting with you over the internet, 'oh you called me a bitch...OVER THE INTERNET! Darn' IT'S THE INTERNET, PEOPLE! They put it out there so you can do something when you're bored!! That's it!! Don't make a big deal about it, come on! Is that hard?!"

"Think about next time you call somebody perfect, or you bitch somebody out over the internet. You're not getting anywhere, you're just making yourself look like a fool"

All quotes found on the Perfect/Fighting Online video by Michelle =) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abmXl...

I personally agree with everything she says on this video. ilu Michelleee :)

Don't forget to subscribe etc to her :D

xo <3
Put in your own info =)2/5/09
1. Full Name:
*Birth - Sophie Jayne Forsyth
*Self-Chosen - Sofaay Jayden-Jayne Forsyth-Taggart
2. Nicknames: Soph, Ess
3. Birthday: 31st August 1995 & don't you forget it!
4. Place of Birth: Banbury
5. Zodiac Sign: Virgo
6. Male or female: Female last time I checked
7. Grade: 8
8. School: The Warriner
9. Occupation: Student
10. Residence: House..?
11. MSN Screen Name:
- �����������[�*Lucky*!] Ess' <3 Will (L)

Your Appearance:

12. Hair Colour: Brunette
13. Hair Length: Medium/short
14. Eye colour: Greeney grey'y blue
15. Weight: 6st 7
16. Height: 5ftish?
17. Braces? Nope
18. Glasses? Nope
19. Piercings: Ears
20. Tattoos: None
21. Righty or Lefty: Bothy :L but mostly righty

Your 'Firsts':

22. First best friend: Tylerr
23. First Award: Probs my gymnastics one
24. First Sport You Joined: Gymnastics
25. First pet: Susie the gerbil (Y)
26. First Real Vacation: Too long ago
27. First Concert: YouMeAtSix
28. First Love: Will <3


29. Movie: A Walk To Remember
30. TV programme: Gossip Girl
31. Color: Black, pink & white
32. Rapper: Eminem
33. Band: YouMeAtSix, Three Days Grace, The Veronicas
34. Song Right Now: In Another Life by The Veronicas
35. Friend(s): Alex, Meg, Will, Josh,
36. Sweet: I'm a chocolate kinda girl :)
37. Sport to Play: Benchball or netball or basketball
38. Restaurant: Don't have one
39. Place in the world: Anywhere away from here that is warm & has snow :L
40. Store: HMV or New Look
41. School Subject: Spanish & Drama
42. Animal: Rabbit & kitten
43. Book: Before I Die by Jenny Downham
44. Magazine: Sugar
45. Shoes: White heels


46. Feeling: Tired :L
47. Single or Taken: Taken
48. Have a crush: You could call it that
49. Eating: My knuckle :L
50. Drinking: Nothing
51. Typing: This *duh*
52. Online? Yup
53. Listening To: Will :L :D
54. Thinking About: This & how my arm is aching :L
55. Wanting To: Get something to eat & go out in the snow
56. Watching: The screen
57. Wearing: PJ's :)

Your Future:

58. Want Kids? Yup
59. Want to be married? Yahs
60. Careers in Mind: Police officer, psychologist, counsellor
61. Where do you want to live: Puerto Rico
62. Car: A decent one? :L

Which is Better With The Opposite Sex:

63. Hair color: Don't care, though all the guys I've liked have been blond?
64. Hair length: Emoish :L so not too long but not too short either =)
65. Eye color: Any
66. Height: Slightly taller than me
67. Cute or Sexy: Cute, though I don't mind sexy :P
68. Lips or Eyes: Eyes but I'm not saying I don't like lips
69. Hugs or Kisses: Hugs but nothing against kisses :)
70. Short or Tall: Tallish
71. Easygoing or serious: Easygoing but serious when they need to be
72. Romantic or Spontaneous: Bit of both
73. Fatty or Skinny: Inbetweeney but more towards the skinny side
74. Sensitive or Loud: Loud but sensitive when they need to be
75. Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship
76. Sweet or Caring: Both :)
77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: A bit of both

Have you ever:

78. Kissed a Stranger: Nope
79. Had Alcohol: Yep
80. Smoked: I wouldn't call it that
81. Ran Away From Home: No
82. Broken a bone: Sprained
83. Got an X-ray: Yep
84. Been with someone: ..?
85. Broken Someone?s Heart: I think so </3 I'm sorry
86. Broke Up With Someone: Yes *I love you Harry!*
87. Cried When Someone Died: Nope
88. Cried At School: Yep =/

Do You Believe In:

89. God: Maybe
90. Miracles: No
91. Love At First Sight: No
92. Ghosts: No
93. Aliens: No
94. Soul Mates: Maybe
95. Heaven: No
96. Hell: No
97. Guardian Angels: Don't think so
98. Kissing on The First Date: Aslong as it's not making out :L
99. Horoscopes: I guess so

Answer Truthfully:

100. Is There Someone You Want But You Know You Can't Have? No <3
Taylor Swift1/9/09
Okay, I'm only posting this because Taylor's releasing her sophomore album "Fearless" on 9th March 2009 in UK, so I'm here to give you guys a heads up:- Taylor's huge in the US, no reason why she shouldn't be here. Also on Fearless are 3 of her most successful songs from her debut album "Taylor Swift", which are "Teardrops On My Guitar" [One of my faves], "Should've Said No" [Also one of my faves] & "Our Song" [Which is quite awesome]. Taylor is by far one of my favorite artists, she sings country, yeah so what? It's amazing music which she writes almost all by herself. The lyrics are so meaningful & powerful, I feel so lucky to of known her music over the last half a year or so, it's helped me through alot. I think you should go listen to her music now, so you can say to your mates when she's as big as Beyonc� "I knew her before she came onto the English music scene!". I'll sure be thankful to be able to say that =)

� Sofaay Forsyth-Taggart
I'm gonna start off with a little Q&A about love.
*What is love?
*How will I know if I'm in love?
*At what age do most people fall in love?

The answers to all these questions are the same:- No idea. Love. Easy enough to say, to spell, to read. But there is no true meaning. I'm writing this from the bottom of my heart. Love isn't understandable, describable or any of the other "able"s. There is no way to describe it, nothing to compare it to, no way of knowing really when you're in love. I know quite a few people reading this will say "oh yeah, I know how being in love feels". But the honest truth is, 99% of you won't. People think that love & crush are the same. But they're not. Crushes are everything love isn't. Describable, comparable, talk-aboutable & all that jazz. Love. We hear about it in songs, on films. They compare it to alot of things:- flying, being the happiest you've ever been & stuff. But no. Love isn't like that. It's not even the indescribable weird feeling in the pit of your stomach that everyone talks about. If I had to describe love in one sentence, it would be this:- You will not know you're in love until it happens. Please don't leave comments saying "oh yeah, I know what it's like to be in love" or whatever. No. About 0.1% of the people who've read this will know what being in love is like. Deadly deadly serious.

I thought I should write a blog about love, but to be completely honest with you, my dear reader, it's been hard. Because of the stuff I've said [Love being indescribable & such] it's been hard. But like I said, the only thing you can totally believe about love, is that you won't know it until it happens. Even if it hasn't happened, you may THINK you're in love. So I suppose there's no real way.

There is no real way to know you're in love

� Sofaay Forsyth-Taggart
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Okay, I was on the TWLOHA website the other day & it said something about this site called PostSecret, where people literally post their secrets to this dude. Everything's annonymous. There's videos on YouTube, books & loads more. So I've been watching vids & stuff & these are some of the secrets that I love.


"I feel lonely every single day of my life...but I'm ashamed to admit that to the people who love me"

"People don't realise how lucky they are to have friends who genuinely care about their well-being. My secret is that I don't have any"

"My greatest fear is that I'm good enough to f*ck, but not good enough to love"

"All I want is for you to be honest with me. I could never be disappointed in you. So don't be afraid"

"I suspect if I spent half the effort in being happy as I do in being miserable, I might be able to find my way out of this darkness"
To Write Love On Her Arms by Jamie Tworkowski11/21/08
Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."

I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.

Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.

She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.

The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her c hurch, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.

She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.

I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes

Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.

She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.

On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.

Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired.

After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff.

She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life.

As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."

I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.

We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.

I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.

Josh/Alex/Will(Isn't really in it)/Soph(Sof) Christmas Convo11/7/08
Sofaay: Sofaay is skipping Christmas this year
Sofaay Well as much as she can

Alex: whhyyy?
Josh: sof why u so weird
Josh: :L
Josh: u so crazy
Josh: :L

Alex: :L
Alex: and you getta sit on santas lap ;D

Sofaay<: Presents. They just seem so...I can't explain it
Sofaay: Alex, that's the only good bit
Sofaay: I'll sit on his lap & tell him I don't want anything except to get a good night's sleep, to stay beautiful, to stay friends with you lot & to be with Will as much as poss

Josh: ive alwats felt
Josh: for the last week
Josh: :L
Josh: its not actually faire
Josh: like christmas is meant to be celebration of jesus
Josh: and now people just do it to get presents
Josh: things for free

Sofaay: Yeahh
Alex: Yeah,
Josh: its not rely fair
Josh: its just bein takin advantage of kind off

Alex: People Just do it so they can get presents and get free stuff
Sofaay: I wanna give up gifts. But I know I can't what with family & stuff
Sofaay: Yeahh
Sofaay: I'm'a still do cards though (Y)

Will: Men
Sofaay: You just ruined it Will
Sofaay: I'm cheap to buy for :L I don't want physical gifts, the things on my list are fine
To Write Love On Her Arms by London Anderson10/25/08
London's a MySpace artist but I love her music, it's soo awesome. Especially this song. It's about a girl who self harms. To hear it, check out her MySpace: www.myspace.com/londonamusic. For sendage, ask me on MSN.


PS: These are probs wrong 'cos I've written them how I hear them

& she has known such great pain,
Haunted dreams as a child,
The near-constant presence of evil ever since

& she has felt the touch of awful naked men,
Battled addiction & depression & attempted suicide.

Her arms remember razor blades,
Fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds

Six hours after I meet her, she's feeling trapped,
Two groups of "friends",
Offering opposite ideas

Everyone's asleep,
The sun is rising,
& she drinks long from a bottle of liquor

Takes a razor blade from the table,
& and locks herself in the bathroom,
She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP",
Large across her left forearm.
& to write love on her arms,
& to write love on her arms

& to write love on her arms...

"& this one's for a mate,
& this one's for myself..."

Don't go,
Don't go,
Don't go rescue is possible,
& to write love on her arms,
& to write love on her arms
& to write love on her arms
We can hold back the darkness,
We can prove them wrong,
Love can change life

& we can hold back the darkness,
We can prove them wrong,
Love can change life

& to write love on her arms,
& to write love on her arms,
& to write love on her arms,
& to write love on her arms...
Just thought I'd post a like PROPER blog for once.

I feel like alots happened over the past couple of months. Some for the best, some not. Well I guess it was all for the best, but I just don't see it that way. Well I think it was for the best, although I really don't feel like it is atm. Grrrrrgh

Yeahh it's just suddenly hit me about this "thing". I just thought I don't know why the hell I'm posting this 'cos tbh I know people are gonna be asking me about what this "thing" & stuff is but I know if I tell them, if I try to make it better, it won't work. I've tried before. It never works.

I don't know, I've just been feeling so lonely lately. I have no excuse really. Well I spose I do. But yeahh. I think a past problem is coming back to haunt me. About 3 months freedom from it. Greatt...

It's amazing that even though we've been at school for like 7 weeks or whatever, so much has happened. I'm still in awe over how stuff could've changed so dramatically. Yeah I guess it's my fault a bit, but I've tried to make it better. But it seems like my invisibility is creeping back up on me. Yeah incase you weren't aware [Which you probably weren't] I seem to have an invisibility problem. I become visible & in a flash...I'm gone. Shock.

It's been happening for so long but then it just stopped all of a sudden. I figured that'd be it for a while. But I don't really call 2 months "a while".

But then again I suppose nothing can be that bad: I haven't cried. But maybe it just hasn't got that severe yet.

I really need to stop depressing myself. I want to be happy. Pfft happiness. It's not worth waiting for.

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Unconditional by Jordan Pruitt10/13/08
I love this song & there's bits of it that remind of a very good friend of mine. I don't know if you know who you are & I'm not gonna name you 'cos it'll seem all sloppy & everything :L


You got me,
I know that you always have,
Been there looking up over my shoulder.
Hope you'll be there when I get older,
'Cos I'm depending on you,
& when I go wrong it's okay,
I'm not alone, you're there beside me,
Confident 'cos I'm feeling you'd guide me,
I couldn't do without you, no

Troubles with my guy? Issues with my girls?
You cover me with your love,
So I know it's gonna be alright,
I know its gonna work out fine

There are sometimes when I'm running low,
& I hear your voice like the radio,
Lifting me up,
Back to a better place,
Where love is unconditional

When the world fights back,
When this crazy train gets a bit off track,
Remember your words:
"There's always another way",
Where love is unconditional

You know me inside out,
Know my good and bad but you still love me,
So thankyou for taking care of me,
I know you always come through and,
Even when I might fall down,
I don't know just how but you always pick me up,
& I know you'll never remind me,
What would I do without you through

Troubles with my guy? Issues with my girls?
You cover me with your love,
So I know it's gonna be alright,
I know its gonna work out fine

There are sometimes when I'm running low,
& I hear your voice like the radio,
Lifting me up,
Back to a better place,
Where love is unconditional

When the world fights back,
When this crazy train gets a bit off track,
Remember your words:
"There's always another way",
Where love is unconditional

& when I think I'm about to let go,
There you are,
Cheering me on,
& it ain't even about what's reciprocal,
'Cos you ask for nothing in return,
It's just unconditional

There are sometimes when I'm running low,
& I hear your voice like the radio,
Lifting me up,
Back to a better place,
Where love is unconditional

When the world fights back,
When this crazy train gets a bit off track,
Remember your words:
"There's always another way",
Where love is unconditional
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