"I feel inspired."

That's my signature phrase. Well, besides referring to people as "ding-dong."

You'll learn here that I'm not your average teen, if you'll read on.

Most people who know me should know this. But apparently, many of them don't. Never say you know someone unless you truly know them.

Think you knew me?

Think twice.

I don't think so...

But wait.

Maybe you do.

A little.

I'm telling a story.

It's my story. It's one of a kind.

This is the legacy of a girl one of a kind.

It is a mystery.

Read on if you dare.

Yes, that's a challenge.

 

Lots of things you could guess about me would end up proving wrong. Like people say I'm shy, that's one of my biggest pet peeves. Because you're calling a singer-actress-fashion designer-figure skater-dancer performer shy? Big joke. Not funny. I'm not shy, from my attitude you should be able to accurately infer I'm extroverted. But now I tell you I'm introverted. Confused? - what the heck is she saying? Yes, I'm telling you I'm introverted. Why? Because the definition of "introverted" isn't the common belief of being shy, but rather preferring quiet places and less commotion. See? This is why I am a puzzle to most people. This is why no one can accurately predict anything about me, beside the fact that whatever you say about me is supposed to be wrong. Did I say I hate it when people say I'm shy? Yes. So doesn't that mean I'm extroverted, because I'm a performer? Yes. But didn't I say I'm introverted, on the contrary? Yes. So it doesn't make any sense? Yes, too. I can't be both introverted and extroverted? Oui. So what am I? Just me, confusing old me. Now, this is why you learn to live with the fact you'll never be able to guess my insides. This was my point: if you feel like an astrologer or pro horoscope reader and can say anything about anyone, anything, give up now. Don't waste your precious time. No one can predict moi.

 

 

In my bold opinion (rather than arrogant opinion - imao), a home page is totally dumb and pointless. Why? Because first of all, you're not going to learn anything about me. Secondly, everything else you'd want to know isn't here and won't be here, so you might as well give up now and carry on whatever you were doing previously. Well, scratch that - you did learn one thing - my bold attitude. I don't take rudeness or humiliation very well - any educated person would be able to say that from all this and above.

Again, I'm not your average teen.

I hated being called a 'teen.' Why? Why would you think? Are you a teen? Tween? Baby? Anyway, the supposed term of "teen" (meaning teenager) has given itself a negative connation. You'll learn sooner or later. Perhaps you'll discover my theory to "teen" and the related on another page ... not giving any hints ... Anyway, if you do happen to come across it please don't read it if you're sensitive as I'm not trying to get readers crying here. That's not my point.

I have a better point. You need two eyes and two ears and a shut mouth to learn. (Actually, you don't need two eyes and two ears. You just need a shut mouth and waken up brain.)

Ready?

See, I ramble a lot. It makes life a bit more entertaining.

 

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