The Create a Song Game

Well, I’ve decided to start a game. I don’t know how well this is going to work, but this is actually really fun.

Okay, the rules are:

-I start with a phrase

-The first person to comment comes up with a phrase that has the same syllable and that rhymes

-4 to 8 lines make a stanza, so if you fall in the 4th or 8th spot, you can choose to start with an entirely new phrase, but you have to keep the same amount of syllables.

That’s sounds simple, right? Well, here’s the first line:


Two wrongs don’t make a right


Let the game commence!

-Tabi ❤

The Miranda Sings Award

miranda sings award blog

Hiya, guys! I’ve been nominated by the fantastic and talented Georgie for the Miranda Sings Award! (Okay, well, she didn’t tag me, but she said, and I quote, “I OFFICIALLY NOMINATE YOU IF YOU HAVENT DONE IT ALREADY =)”)

The rules are:

-Announce the win and link the blogger who nominated you

-Add the featured image

-List seven things you love about yourself

-Don’t use negative connotation (i.e. people say I’m smart, or I’m relatively pretty)


  1. I can read exceptionally well. Ever since elementary school, I’ve been placed in advanced reading. (Funny story: when I was in kindergarten, I was placed in a first grade reading class. In the class, we practiced and performed a play for my kindergarten class. I was a dog, lol)
  2. I can sing. I never really knew it until sixth grade, but yeah. When I first performed, people were saying, “You should be in chorus!” And I took chorus for a year, but I ended up almost destroying my voice to keep up. So, I stopped.
  3. I can be funny when I want to be. Seriously, it’s like sometimes there’s no filter between my ear and mouth. And that can lead to bad things, but for the most part I can make my whole family laugh.
  4. I’ve recently taken up trying to get into shape. I’m very proud of the fact, because I’ve really let myself go the past couple of months. I’m going to look better, to feel better soon, but I have to be patient. Which reminds me,
  5. I’m very patient. I had to wait until I was fifteen to get my first phone (which I lost at the beach during the summer ;( . I had to wait for my first computer until my sixteenth birthday, even though my brother destroyed it after a week. (WOW TECHNOLOGY AND I DO NOT AGREE lol) And now I’m waiting for those items to be replaced.
  6. I have not cut or dyed my hair in over a year. One time, I was mad at my mum and just chopped all of my hair off. I looked awful. I haven’t cut it since, which is probably why it looks like part of it is butchered. It’s at my shoulders right now. During middle school, I was the crazy hair girl. I’ve had my hair every color of the rainbow (except for green because I couldn’t find a decent green around). The last color I dyed my hair was black, so I could fade into a more natural color.
  7. I AM NOT DEAD YET! Seriously, I’m glad to be alive, because I’ve thought about death before, but I rose above it. I can say, I was in a deep dark hole, but now I’m roaming free. Of course, I left all influences to what I was behind, and moved a thousand miles away, but I am over it. AND I’M SO GLAD I AM.


I hope you enjoyed my little tidbits of joy.

I nominate anyone who hasn’t already done this. (Which is almost non-existent now, huh?)

Buh-bye now.

-Tabi ❤

Broken Home (pt 2)

Here’s the lyrics to 5SOS’s “Broken Home”-

They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out
She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out
Holding onto a dream
While she watches these walls fall down
Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down
Shattered glass like the past, it’s a memory now
Holding onto a dream
While she watches these walls fall down

Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I’m here alone inside of this broken home
Who’s right, who’s wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there
I’m here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home

Wrote it down on the walls, she was screaming it out
Made it clear, she’s still here, are you listening now?
Just a ghost in the halls
Feeling empty, they’re vacant now
All the battles, all the wars, all the times that you’ve fought
She’s the scar, she’s the bruises, she’s the pain that you brought
There was life, there was love
Like a light and it’s fading out

Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I’m here alone inside of this broken home
Who’s right, who’s wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there
I’m here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home

You’ve gotta let it go, you’re losing all your hope
Nothing left to hold, locked out in the cold
Your painted memories then washed out all the scenes
I’m stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams

Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I’m here alone inside of this broken home
Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I’m here alone inside of this broken home
Who’s right, who’s wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there
I’m here alone inside of this broken home
This broken home

Broken Home

(Sorry couldn’t find a lyric video, so I guess I’ll post lyrics later)


“Oh my God why are so ignorant?!” her father shouted.

“I’m ignorant?! What about when you’re alone with her doing Hell knows what?!”

She sat in her room, listening to the constant arguing from the second story. She knew her mother meant her, a teenage girl who only ever saw her father as that. Her dad. No one knew exactly what she felt, or how many time she contemplated returning to a time where the scars were invisible.

“There’s nothing going on and you know it! You’re so jealous!”

She took it upon herself to listen to music, because the more she thought of the fighting, the more she thought of the possibility of her father leaving, with four of her siblings, whom she loved very much. The lyrics only made her remember the clear words her mother told her on a camping trip.

“You’re a terrible kid.”

She fought the storm in her eyes, dying to escape. She thrust the headphones away, and curled into a ball. She lost control and the rage her eyes kept inside flooded out, a stream of broken dreams falling to the parched ground.

“I can’t believe that you have the audacity to say that!”

She wondered if her parents knew how she felt, how everyone is affected by the quarreling. She never spoke of her emotions, because one word will lead to a million, and no one wants to hear a rumble of words that lead nowhere. She wouldn’t bother saying that her past still haunts her, that a series of mistakes, which she very clearly learned from, is the reason she is not allowed to be in public schooling. Her hand has a constant reminder of where she went and how her “friends” reacted to such. She knew that nothing or no one wanted to hear of the contents of her mind, how she hides behind comedy and music to soothe her screaming soul.

She lingered on a memory of smiles, when she had someone to talk to, where she had a life to call her own, and not just a routine to follow. Where her life meant something, whatever little it meant.

The life she will never return to.

Who really cares about her feelings, right?

“Really? You suggest such outrageous things that I can’t even talk to her without wondering whether or not you’re going to get mad and leaving.”

The only person that remotely understood where she was inside was her father, who couldn’t talk to her without upsetting her mother. She felt like she had a friend when she was with her father, so she tended to talk to him as much as possible.

Which was almost non-existent now.

She wondered how much more of this she could take. The pain that stabbed her constantly, the confidence she lost oh so long ago. The scars as a result, trying to understand her emotional hurt, the words she spoke and were spoken to her.

How much more could she take?

How much more can I take?

(wow, that ended up being 99.9999999% true. Sorry for bumming you out.)

Three Day Quote Challenge (Day 6)

And so, my quote mania comes to an end.

Well, I guess it doesn’t have to, but I’m not sure about posting all of my quotes. That would get rather boring after a while, I suppose.

So, let’s end today on the topic of comedy.

Day 6:

“Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.”

-Peter Ustinov

Comedy is a crucial part of existence; it allows us to forget about our lives for a while and just laugh. Without comedy, we would be melodramatic and quite exhausted from routine. This laughter is a part of life, as birth and death are. It is inevitable, and is something we cannot live without.

So, here’s a few (corny) jokes just because I can.

1.What do you call a group of unorganized cats?

A cat-astrophe!

2.How many tickles does it take to get an octopus to laugh?


3.Why did the bicycle fall over?

It was two tired.

4.What do you call an alligator in a vest?

An in-vest-igator.

5. How do you find Will Smith in the snow?

You follow the Fresh Prince.


Well, that just shows I’m really cheesy when it comes to jokes.


Hope you guys have a laughter filled day.

-Tabi ❤

Three Day Quote Challenge (Day 5)

Missed a couple days. SO sorry about that.

(Unrelated note: I got a cherry headed conure the weekend of the 15th, and just yesterday it was confirmed he’s attaching to me: I’m the only one that’s allowed to pet him. The rest of my family tries but he bites them, but he puts his head down to let me. I think it’s because I’m at home all the time XD still loving it though.)

Day 5:

“Like a game of chess, I predict your move. I think I know you better, better than you do. 

-“I Just Wanna Run”, Downtown Fiction


I think this signifies to people that sometimes, people know you more than you know yourself. I’m constantly asking people for my faults so I can work on them, because I know what may be okay for me is not okay for someone else. And also, people can be predictable. In a game of chess, you have to think of logic, what the other person might retaliate with if you move a piece. Same for life. When you think of doing something, you have to acknowledge how people might respond. Plus, it pays to be spontaneous. If you do something unexpected, more people are likely to remember you. And that’s sometimes what people really want: just to be remembered. We don’t want to be dust in the wind, despite the evidence that proves us otherwise. Sure, we may not be the first female president or the person who invented the microchip, but we want to be remembered for our impact on the world, not just as another person who destroyed it. I find this quote to be particularly inspiring, though the song itself may be less so.

Peace and love to all reading,

Tabi ❤

Three Day Quote Challenge (Day 4)

I’m going for six days, so today’s quote is unnecessary but necessary at the same time.

Day 4:

“If you are living your life without giving an ‘f’, you are only living a lie.”



Basically this means you have to care about something. There’s no possible way for you not to. Whether it be music, or sports, or comic book collecting; there’s always something you care about, even if you forget about it.

If I am to be honest, before a couple months ago I forgot about writing. I got so tied up in writing music (and failing considerably), I completely dismissed creative writing. Now that I’ve been trying to collect more inspiration for my music, I’ve rediscovered my hands and their ability to write some halfway decent pieces. In a way, I’m glad I’ve stopped trying to write music, at least momentarily. (I only wrote one decent song in months, so…)

Do I have to nominate people still? Well, if I do, anyone who’s reading this is nominated! Have fun, stay awesome, and never live a lie <3.