Let the Sky fall~~~ When it Crumbles ~~~~ We will Stand Tall~~~~ (In my case short but wtf) And face it all- HAH! Yeah Right.
So hello hello hello, fellow human beings, extraterrestrials, who ever you may be, I say hello, bonjour, gonichiwa, An Ynoung and I salute you all, you fine fine people. Now, If you can so very smartly guess, this is about the SKY!! (DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN....?)
Okay, so the blog post doesn't really have so much effect because by the time I put this up, the sky you will look at will be all normal again (HAH! Gay~~~~.... No, wait, that's rude... HAH! Straight~~~)
. So, Just a few minutes ago, or a few hours ago, depending on when you read this, the sky, that I saw, was blood red. Well, nearly blood red. The sky looked like it had had too much alcohol, and his cheeks started to get red. It was the dodgiest sky colour I have ever seen in my flippin life.
Now you may be asking yourself, why is this such a significance to me. Well... truth be told, I have absolutely no clue. I just thought it was a pretty cool spectacle that was worth a note for. Now, also for the second topic of my blog (My blogs are usually like... double sided? Uh.....*Derp mode activating*... double layered??? Yeah! Like a cake! Double Layered!) I started to watch and learn weird stuff like 'How to make a funny blog post' or 'How to properly captivate your audiences in a blog'. Now that may sound pretty darn stupid, but to me, it just feels more proper for the people reading my blog. Now I know I did start this blog off, originally by raging and confessing many of my first world problems here, but now I do rather want people to enjoy, have a laugh and understand what it's like to be in my shoes.
I don't want this blogging thing to get TOO serious, as is my while life, I don't really take everything so seriously, unless it is something really bad, aside from that, I like my friends, a laugh and a good joke around. I rather do love to dick around and be a complete douche to some people, and I like to bitch about people. But that's just me, and my numerous problems. This is a blog where I like to tell the world every once in a while ' I hate you and all of your inhabitants including me, the person I love, my family, all my acquaintances, my friends and everyone else I've missed!'. And to me, That's most of my anger problems just thrown out the window of a fifteen story balcony. I love it.
On here, people can see as a different person, someone who is not stupidly hyperactive, someone not dumb, or who forgets his assignments. (What A Derp), But someone everyone can acknowledge as a fellow companion who has problems just like you and me, and like to rage about them on a blog.
Well, That's about it for now, I <3 You guys, you guys are awesome and keep making me post a blog.
Thanks for the support guys! I go by the name of The Lyrical Derp
And Peace Out Girl Scouts
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Philosophy and derpishness
Rightio
Philosophy, one of those subject which is.... stupid, in my eyes...Well... not stupid I guess, just.... I don't know how other to describe it than stupid, but I think it's a kinda dodgy subject. If you where to asses it, how would you...? Aside from the boring part of that, lets start to think about what that kind of subject entails. English lesson, again, a dnm debate about names, and Pi (Life of Pi, Good book, btw) and figments of imagination and constantly questioning the book and what every minute thing means. Right, now I'm one of those people who absolutely go crazy in something like that, literally, you could probably see my brain melt inside my head and just leak out of my ears. I'm never one to have very philosophical, nor am I deep and meaningful. I'm a straightforward (Albeit, not so straight sometimes, considering my dark past) and very (caring?) person. I like my friends, my food and drink, I like my Piano, Wilson, and I like my piano music. To me, everything is simple and loving. Nothing, to me it seems, is very questionable. However, in LEAP, you must question EVERYTHING. Now, I know that when the kind of debate arouse, I also asked questions and I also raised point, but that was because it was to either, hold up a subject that I knew about, or to just say something or ask a really derpy question, yet somehow, those Derperific questions seems to lead onto something 'ahem' according to the teacher rather more philosophical. I think that tells you something about my intelligence. No matter how Hard I can try to sound deep, or meaningful and philosophical, I will just sound like some idiot scratching on the surface of something extremely deep and hard.
Think about it as I were like a mosquito, and the question-ception a robot, no matter how hard I can try to pierce the meanings, I will just end u[p barely scratching the surface or not even leaving a mark, yet even as I say this, I think of meaningless questions that somehow tie into philosophy. What is life? Why do we exist here, why not somewhere else? What gave us our sentience? What distinguished us that made us different to other animals, to evolve in a different manner from them? What is the purpose of living life? Do you know??
I don't, most certainly, and, once again, no matter how hard I can try to give and answer, I will never be able to udnerstand anything, nor teach or preach, nor learn or earn anything of those answers. It frustrates me into hell, if there is a hell, to which it raises another topic and question.
Is there a god. If so, where is he? Is he In the afterlife? What is the bible? Is it a factual report of how one person did magical things and preached that he was 'The Son of God'?? Or is it just some ravings of a madman, some old published book, not even legitimately meant to be available..? Why can't I have these questions? Why does everything have to tie in with a god? Why can't I just refuse to believe that there is a god? Why does everything eventually come back to God? Why can't I be Why can't I believe in Fact not Fiction? It's not that I can't, it's just that it's shunned in the Christian community. If God does exist, where is he? Why didn't he help in the disasters that struck between When his precious son died and the world was made to die again? His self-proclaimed son die 'for us'. Whether I believe that or not, if he died trying to appease a God, that is not seen, but is 'Of love, and Forgiveness', then why didn't he prevent Chernobyl? Why didn't he prevent the tsunami's striking on Boxing Day? Where was he when Cyclone Tracy struck?
ANSWER ME GOD!! WHERE ARE YOU NOW?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PROVE TO ME, THAT YOU ARE REAL, DO NOT HIDE BEHIND YOUR COWL OF FOLLOWERS AND ACOLYTES!!!
Well, anyways, Peace out girl scouts :P
Philosophy, one of those subject which is.... stupid, in my eyes...Well... not stupid I guess, just.... I don't know how other to describe it than stupid, but I think it's a kinda dodgy subject. If you where to asses it, how would you...? Aside from the boring part of that, lets start to think about what that kind of subject entails. English lesson, again, a dnm debate about names, and Pi (Life of Pi, Good book, btw) and figments of imagination and constantly questioning the book and what every minute thing means. Right, now I'm one of those people who absolutely go crazy in something like that, literally, you could probably see my brain melt inside my head and just leak out of my ears. I'm never one to have very philosophical, nor am I deep and meaningful. I'm a straightforward (Albeit, not so straight sometimes, considering my dark past) and very (caring?) person. I like my friends, my food and drink, I like my Piano, Wilson, and I like my piano music. To me, everything is simple and loving. Nothing, to me it seems, is very questionable. However, in LEAP, you must question EVERYTHING. Now, I know that when the kind of debate arouse, I also asked questions and I also raised point, but that was because it was to either, hold up a subject that I knew about, or to just say something or ask a really derpy question, yet somehow, those Derperific questions seems to lead onto something 'ahem' according to the teacher rather more philosophical. I think that tells you something about my intelligence. No matter how Hard I can try to sound deep, or meaningful and philosophical, I will just sound like some idiot scratching on the surface of something extremely deep and hard.
Think about it as I were like a mosquito, and the question-ception a robot, no matter how hard I can try to pierce the meanings, I will just end u[p barely scratching the surface or not even leaving a mark, yet even as I say this, I think of meaningless questions that somehow tie into philosophy. What is life? Why do we exist here, why not somewhere else? What gave us our sentience? What distinguished us that made us different to other animals, to evolve in a different manner from them? What is the purpose of living life? Do you know??
I don't, most certainly, and, once again, no matter how hard I can try to give and answer, I will never be able to udnerstand anything, nor teach or preach, nor learn or earn anything of those answers. It frustrates me into hell, if there is a hell, to which it raises another topic and question.
Is there a god. If so, where is he? Is he In the afterlife? What is the bible? Is it a factual report of how one person did magical things and preached that he was 'The Son of God'?? Or is it just some ravings of a madman, some old published book, not even legitimately meant to be available..? Why can't I have these questions? Why does everything have to tie in with a god? Why can't I just refuse to believe that there is a god? Why does everything eventually come back to God? Why can't I be Why can't I believe in Fact not Fiction? It's not that I can't, it's just that it's shunned in the Christian community. If God does exist, where is he? Why didn't he help in the disasters that struck between When his precious son died and the world was made to die again? His self-proclaimed son die 'for us'. Whether I believe that or not, if he died trying to appease a God, that is not seen, but is 'Of love, and Forgiveness', then why didn't he prevent Chernobyl? Why didn't he prevent the tsunami's striking on Boxing Day? Where was he when Cyclone Tracy struck?
ANSWER ME GOD!! WHERE ARE YOU NOW?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PROVE TO ME, THAT YOU ARE REAL, DO NOT HIDE BEHIND YOUR COWL OF FOLLOWERS AND ACOLYTES!!!
Well, anyways, Peace out girl scouts :P
Oh For God's Sake...
God's sake, does it ever end?
To my rights can I ever defend?
Personal Tutors, Literal HOMEwork,
Try and teach me English when you say Clock like Clerk?
What's the point of saying I'm free,
When in my eyes, I'll never be
To fly a solo life in the ocean time
That would just completely sublime.
What the heck, prioritize Homework?
In the recesses of my mind, dark things do lurk,
Trying to put an end to this tyranny
Of a life put together so busily
What's the point of saying I'm free,
When in my eyes, I'll never be
Live a life free of shackles,
Laughing with my friends, just like a jackal
I live a life in the shadows,
Travelling through time, straight as the arrows,
Free to say, and Free to be,
But then you say "Now repeat after me, 'You are free' "
What's the point of saying I'm free,
When in my eyes, I'll never be
Why does noone understand,
That my life is just an empty barren land
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Heartbeat
This Is for You Henry
I get back home on a Friday afternoon,
I'm nearing home, and my head starts to swoon,
I race inside,
Not a glimpse outside
And turn on the CPU
I log onto Blogger, and start a post
Of a small community I am the host
I start to type
About random things (Such as grapes which are ripe)
And watch as my views go up
I see the pageviews go sky high
And watch as I slowly say 'nigh'
I now realize
Through my eyes
That this is nay mine
And watch as I slowly say 'nigh'
I now realize
Through my eyes
That this is nay mine
This blog in which I reside
I look at the pageviews and See my own heartbeat
The up and downs, the signs willy nilly
As random as my emotions go,
I think I've never stooped this low
So I give credit to the man I owe
Who really started making this blog flow
And say A big thanks
You're better than Tom Hanks
I look at the pageviews and See my own heartbeat
The up and downs, the signs willy nilly
As random as my emotions go,
I think I've never stooped this low
So I give credit to the man I owe
Who really started making this blog flow
And say A big thanks
You're better than Tom Hanks
Three cheers for Henry!
THE GUY WHO IS... I DON'T KNOW WHAT RHYMES WITH HENRY!!!!
OH! WAIT... LEGENDARY!!!!
THE GUY WHO IS... I DON'T KNOW WHAT RHYMES WITH HENRY!!!!
OH! WAIT... LEGENDARY!!!!
Naming Things
Hello Community~ My name is ******** **** ******* ******* ***, back to you with another blog post.
Hello, fellow bloggers/reader. Today we shall be discussing the ever-interesting topic of naming things.
No,w currently my most prized possession, my piano, which is roughly 14 years old, just a year younger than me, is named Wilson. He is rather old for a piano and requires utmost attention and care. However, Wilson is getting rather old and slowly he i becoming more of a burden than a playable piano, yet even though the insistent voice of parents keep saying to 'throw it away', I cannot bear to throw away my most beloved friend. Naming such things gives life to an ordinary object. This was a topic discussed in my English lesson today. I feel that, yes it does do wonders to such objects. Naming an object yourself give one an attachment to that object and it is as if part of your life now resides in that certain object, as is with my piano and I. Wilson is slowly but surely becoming unusable, and until the very last days of him, I believe firmly that I will not let him go.
There is a certain charm in naming things. One feels as if they are more, alive than if it were just a plain object of no name. Of course, everything has a name, such as a piano, or computer, but none actually have a 'given' name, like newborn babies. There was such an example in my SOSE class last year. Our SOSE teacher, had an extremely derpy, slow computer, however, he called it 'Emma', as did he call all slow pieces of technology 'Emma', but giving the name'Emma' to the computer made the computer feel much more alive, as if it had a conscious thought or a 'soul'.
My dearest Wilson, until the day you finally must retreat from your position in life, serve me well and I shall love you evermore.
Right, now that that's out of my system, lets get onto something more jolly shall we?
Ummmmm......... Henry, give me inspiration... Uhhhh.... Right!
I am in the SCHOOL MUSICAL!!! And this year it's going to be GREASE!!!!! #Hells Yeah
I had my auditions yesterday, or perhaps the day before yesterday, depending on when you read this blog post. Either way, I think I went pretty well, I did Derp up the first chorus as I was TOTALLY out of pitch, my partner however, she did EXTREMELY WELL. I was like "Derp Derp Derp Derp Derp", and she was like "You Better shape up, Cause I need a man~" And All I could think was "Shit, Shit Shit, I suck BALLS". And then we got to the first chorus, and yes indeed, I do need to shape up my voice, or else, if I get a singing part for this year's musical, I think the audience can say bye bye to their eardrums. I can sing, but if there is a part where I cannot find the pitch, I will MAJORLY screw up and completely fail the tune.
All I can hope is I don't get too major a role, because I think I will probably crack under pressure, like and egg in a microwave.... Does that even work? But anwyays, I don't even think I'll get a proper role, because there are a few tens of other guys who all do everything in drama better than me so :P Ah well, One can only hope or dream.
Anyways, I shall be going on to practice some parkour. Babai
Peace Out Girl Scouts
Hello, fellow bloggers/reader. Today we shall be discussing the ever-interesting topic of naming things.
No,w currently my most prized possession, my piano, which is roughly 14 years old, just a year younger than me, is named Wilson. He is rather old for a piano and requires utmost attention and care. However, Wilson is getting rather old and slowly he i becoming more of a burden than a playable piano, yet even though the insistent voice of parents keep saying to 'throw it away', I cannot bear to throw away my most beloved friend. Naming such things gives life to an ordinary object. This was a topic discussed in my English lesson today. I feel that, yes it does do wonders to such objects. Naming an object yourself give one an attachment to that object and it is as if part of your life now resides in that certain object, as is with my piano and I. Wilson is slowly but surely becoming unusable, and until the very last days of him, I believe firmly that I will not let him go.
There is a certain charm in naming things. One feels as if they are more, alive than if it were just a plain object of no name. Of course, everything has a name, such as a piano, or computer, but none actually have a 'given' name, like newborn babies. There was such an example in my SOSE class last year. Our SOSE teacher, had an extremely derpy, slow computer, however, he called it 'Emma', as did he call all slow pieces of technology 'Emma', but giving the name'Emma' to the computer made the computer feel much more alive, as if it had a conscious thought or a 'soul'.
My dearest Wilson, until the day you finally must retreat from your position in life, serve me well and I shall love you evermore.
Right, now that that's out of my system, lets get onto something more jolly shall we?
Ummmmm......... Henry, give me inspiration... Uhhhh.... Right!
I am in the SCHOOL MUSICAL!!! And this year it's going to be GREASE!!!!! #Hells Yeah
I had my auditions yesterday, or perhaps the day before yesterday, depending on when you read this blog post. Either way, I think I went pretty well, I did Derp up the first chorus as I was TOTALLY out of pitch, my partner however, she did EXTREMELY WELL. I was like "Derp Derp Derp Derp Derp", and she was like "You Better shape up, Cause I need a man~" And All I could think was "Shit, Shit Shit, I suck BALLS". And then we got to the first chorus, and yes indeed, I do need to shape up my voice, or else, if I get a singing part for this year's musical, I think the audience can say bye bye to their eardrums. I can sing, but if there is a part where I cannot find the pitch, I will MAJORLY screw up and completely fail the tune.
All I can hope is I don't get too major a role, because I think I will probably crack under pressure, like and egg in a microwave.... Does that even work? But anwyays, I don't even think I'll get a proper role, because there are a few tens of other guys who all do everything in drama better than me so :P Ah well, One can only hope or dream.
Anyways, I shall be going on to practice some parkour. Babai
Peace Out Girl Scouts
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
A quickie :)
I see a Piano, what is this?
Some idiot's playing badly
And it's taking my piss
I get angry and I get mad
All I can think is
"BAD BAD BAD"
I crack my fingers and splay my hands
Those famous hands,
Which play better than most bands
I start up the engine and let her rev
I close my eyes,
And I play a piece of Joseph de Marliave
I play and play and play some more,
I play the piano
Hear me Roar!
A Piano battle!
Start the duel!
This piece will remind you of Seattle
That's right,
Run away idiots,
Run from the fingers which dance on the light
Run from the figure atop the piano
Run from Beethoven, From Debussy, From Satie,
From Sonny Chua And From Zez Confrey
And Never come back till you know what it means
To be a Pianist, It's really more than it seems
 |
| I dare you to play this wonderful instrument, beware, screw up, and your life will be too |
Piano! *Crash* AHH!! Who's Idea was this?
The title above Is a reference to ASDF movie 4.
This blog post is about the piano.
Now, as all of those who are reading are my friends (I assume) most of you would probably know that I play the piano! You all probably heard me showing off somewhere,sometime. This is not because of my arrogance (I assure you... I think) but rather that I love my piano music so much I would like to share it with the world. And I do rather think that that is true. I really do like my piano music. Whenever I get bored, I'm
a) On the computer
b)On the Computer Playing LoL
c) Or playing my Beloved piano.
Be assured that the order in which the list is in does not imply the order of importance for me. Now, many of you know that I love most of my friends. On a friend-based level, not... and you know... A love-love relationship.... >.> Either way, that's my relationship with friends. But now, there's a different relationship with me and my piano. My piano has become an instrument for me. No, not the musical instrument, rather an instrument for my emotions.
Often at home, if I am pissed of, I will play my piano, rather violently, or play a violent, brusque piece. Then if I am in a mellowish mood, I might play something like Satie (Discovered by courtesy of friend), or maybe Debussy, Or Ssonny Chua (His pieces are amazing btw). I like a challenge with my pieces, because they make the pieces feel loved. (Is this getting too weird?)IDK.
AS you can see from the above text, I am rather, unashamedly in love with my piano. Piano at civic? I'll play it! Piano at someone's house? I'll play it. It's like an irresistible temptation for me. If someone ever needed to trap/kidnap me, All they would need is a large cage with a piano in it and I would gladly walk in. :P
Now. On to a different topic.
Do you know what I hate? Marking.
That may seem stupid but I really hate marking. Especially Korean type marking. And Korean people who mark your shit. Maths with dad? Fuck no. Everytime I get something wrong
*SIGH* *MARKS AN EXTREMELY BIG SLASH OVER THE QUESTION*
God Fucking dammit. I get that I did that question wrong, there is absolutely no FUCKING need for you to
a)MARK AN EXTREMELY BIG SLASH OVER THE QUESTION
b)SIGH EXCESSIVELY LOUDLY SO THAT I CAN HEAR YOUR 'DISAPPOINTED'
and c) Be a complete BITCH about marking the slash.
It's a funny thing this 'slash'. It seems so... stupid to think that that may make you feel extremely bad. But trust me, the way that it is marked, it's like.... It's hard to describe, for me it's utter rage as the feeling of seeing that question I worked so hard on, and suddenly there is a big ugly mark on it.
OOh, I know.
Let's say you were Da Vinci, and You painted the Mona Lisa to perfection. However, there was one drop of paint that was smudged a micrometer and suddenly someone else comes up and says, " YOUR PAINTING IS SHIT BECAUSE THERE IS A DROP OF PAINT SMUDGED A MICROMETER". Then The dick walks forward and takes your pallet and proceeds to smash the Mona Lisa with it.
Stupid description? Yeah, but it's really how it feels.
Well, Today's blog was pretty short, and confusing, but my blog's are usually like that.
Well, Peace out Girl scouts.
This blog post is about the piano.
Now, as all of those who are reading are my friends (I assume) most of you would probably know that I play the piano! You all probably heard me showing off somewhere,sometime. This is not because of my arrogance (I assure you... I think) but rather that I love my piano music so much I would like to share it with the world. And I do rather think that that is true. I really do like my piano music. Whenever I get bored, I'm
a) On the computer
b)On the Computer Playing LoL
c) Or playing my Beloved piano.
Be assured that the order in which the list is in does not imply the order of importance for me. Now, many of you know that I love most of my friends. On a friend-based level, not... and you know... A love-love relationship.... >.> Either way, that's my relationship with friends. But now, there's a different relationship with me and my piano. My piano has become an instrument for me. No, not the musical instrument, rather an instrument for my emotions.
Often at home, if I am pissed of, I will play my piano, rather violently, or play a violent, brusque piece. Then if I am in a mellowish mood, I might play something like Satie (Discovered by courtesy of friend), or maybe Debussy, Or Ssonny Chua (His pieces are amazing btw). I like a challenge with my pieces, because they make the pieces feel loved. (Is this getting too weird?)IDK.
AS you can see from the above text, I am rather, unashamedly in love with my piano. Piano at civic? I'll play it! Piano at someone's house? I'll play it. It's like an irresistible temptation for me. If someone ever needed to trap/kidnap me, All they would need is a large cage with a piano in it and I would gladly walk in. :P
Now. On to a different topic.
Do you know what I hate? Marking.
That may seem stupid but I really hate marking. Especially Korean type marking. And Korean people who mark your shit. Maths with dad? Fuck no. Everytime I get something wrong
*SIGH* *MARKS AN EXTREMELY BIG SLASH OVER THE QUESTION*
God Fucking dammit. I get that I did that question wrong, there is absolutely no FUCKING need for you to
a)MARK AN EXTREMELY BIG SLASH OVER THE QUESTION
b)SIGH EXCESSIVELY LOUDLY SO THAT I CAN HEAR YOUR 'DISAPPOINTED'
and c) Be a complete BITCH about marking the slash.
It's a funny thing this 'slash'. It seems so... stupid to think that that may make you feel extremely bad. But trust me, the way that it is marked, it's like.... It's hard to describe, for me it's utter rage as the feeling of seeing that question I worked so hard on, and suddenly there is a big ugly mark on it.
OOh, I know.
Let's say you were Da Vinci, and You painted the Mona Lisa to perfection. However, there was one drop of paint that was smudged a micrometer and suddenly someone else comes up and says, " YOUR PAINTING IS SHIT BECAUSE THERE IS A DROP OF PAINT SMUDGED A MICROMETER". Then The dick walks forward and takes your pallet and proceeds to smash the Mona Lisa with it.
 |
| Your answer sucks balls. *CROSS* DO IT AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER |
Well, Today's blog was pretty short, and confusing, but my blog's are usually like that.
Well, Peace out Girl scouts.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
A Very late celebration of the 250 views milestone!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
A Very late celebration of the 250 views milestone!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Insert Title Here? Yeah, I need a new Title, Something better than My War On The World. Something Like...
SUBTLY COMPLAINING ABOUT TOTAL BITCHES IN MY LIFE. FUCK YOU ALL.
Right, I'm back, for more complaining. Be quiet! I can't exactly openly and publicly speak about them in a bad way, so i shall therefore post on the internet what I exactly think of those people.
Now, let's start off with a simple intro. Okay. Now I'm telling you, I'm no mister goody-two-shoes. I break rules as well, I'm not a rebel though, and I do rather like order and conformity. Back in year 7, I look back and see a self full of mistakes and much much grief. Back then you could say I was bullied (Now I don't really think so, but meh, back then, I was pretty distressed). Now, here comes the real shocking part.
So, there I was being an idiot and not walking away from the extremely dreaded handball line in which the taunting had started. I can assure you, I was furious to the brim. Keeping in all of that rage from.... uhhh... two or three weeks of insults and dick comments ain't really easy you know?(Maybe for you, but not for me) . And also, one of my major faults in my person, I can never let things go, I might hear the slightest thing about me and I will flare up. I'm not saying this like I' proud of it, but rather really ashamed of it. I know I have that fault, yet I have never really done anything to fix it, but anyways, back to my derpy Year 7 Career.
So, there I was, chilling/silently fuming/raging/wanting to kick the balls of the next person who dared to insult me. Oh wait? Whats this? Some reeeeeeal dick decides, 'Hey! He's getting bullied! Let's join in!', he joins in the handball line and says, 'Tut tut, a member of the SRC should be behaving more... (I can't remember the rest of the sentence because guess what?)' I turned around.... and Gave him a bunch of flowers because he made me realize the faults in me and I was ashamed and happy for myself. No not really. I turned and kicked him as HARD AS AI FUCKING COULD. Now mind I really wasn't aiming for anywhere in particular, it was just that my height and my kicking height, seemed to line up ever so perfectly with his balls. The next memories of that scene was me calling over a teacher because I had just assaulted someone, and going off to cry in a corner. :P That's quite depressing isn't it? My thoughts on myself. I feel bad about me kicking him in the balls, but honestly, I think it was an even more of a dick move to insult someone suffering through more than his shitty happy-go-lucky life. I forgive you sir, whoever you may be (Some people will know him), but I still think it was a really DICK move back then (Ha! See what I did there? DICK?? Haaa~ I'm so punny)
That stupid ass story leads onto my next one. NO, You, Miss I'm So Perfect I Can Insult Anyone And They Have To Take No Offence And Then If They Do It's Their Fault. You Miss, are a total BITCH.
I really want to forget that incident, and nearly all of my friends have! Well, let me rephrase. ALL of my friends have, because I really don't think she counts as a friend. She was the one bitch who kept reminding me, all through the years, until YEAR FUCKING 10 that I was a bad person. Year 7, First Meeting : 'Oh, You were the person who kicked ********* in the balls! Your a dick!' My thoughts on that? YEAH FUCK YOU TOO. Year 8 : 'You kicked ********* in the balls, that was such a dick move' YEAH FUCK YOU TOO. Year 9 : 'Why are you such a dick? I mean, you kicked ******* in the balls!' YEAH FUCK YOU TOO YOU LITTLE UNFORGIVING, RESENTFUL, VENGEFUL MAGGOT WHO WILL NOT STOP PESTERING PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR MISTAKES.
OKAY. I FUCKING GET IT, I KICKED HIM IN THE BALLS. HE WAS A DICK TO ME, AND I FELT BAD. GUESS WHAT??? I FUCKING STOPPED IT, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
YOU KNOW WHAT??? LETS END THIS BLOG POST REALLY ANGRILY.
FUCK YOU WORLD!!!
(Peace out girl scouts)
Right, I'm back, for more complaining. Be quiet! I can't exactly openly and publicly speak about them in a bad way, so i shall therefore post on the internet what I exactly think of those people.
Now, let's start off with a simple intro. Okay. Now I'm telling you, I'm no mister goody-two-shoes. I break rules as well, I'm not a rebel though, and I do rather like order and conformity. Back in year 7, I look back and see a self full of mistakes and much much grief. Back then you could say I was bullied (Now I don't really think so, but meh, back then, I was pretty distressed). Now, here comes the real shocking part.
So, there I was being an idiot and not walking away from the extremely dreaded handball line in which the taunting had started. I can assure you, I was furious to the brim. Keeping in all of that rage from.... uhhh... two or three weeks of insults and dick comments ain't really easy you know?(Maybe for you, but not for me) . And also, one of my major faults in my person, I can never let things go, I might hear the slightest thing about me and I will flare up. I'm not saying this like I' proud of it, but rather really ashamed of it. I know I have that fault, yet I have never really done anything to fix it, but anyways, back to my derpy Year 7 Career.
So, there I was, chilling/silently fuming/raging/wanting to kick the balls of the next person who dared to insult me. Oh wait? Whats this? Some reeeeeeal dick decides, 'Hey! He's getting bullied! Let's join in!', he joins in the handball line and says, 'Tut tut, a member of the SRC should be behaving more... (I can't remember the rest of the sentence because guess what?)' I turned around.... and Gave him a bunch of flowers because he made me realize the faults in me and I was ashamed and happy for myself. No not really. I turned and kicked him as HARD AS AI FUCKING COULD. Now mind I really wasn't aiming for anywhere in particular, it was just that my height and my kicking height, seemed to line up ever so perfectly with his balls. The next memories of that scene was me calling over a teacher because I had just assaulted someone, and going off to cry in a corner. :P That's quite depressing isn't it? My thoughts on myself. I feel bad about me kicking him in the balls, but honestly, I think it was an even more of a dick move to insult someone suffering through more than his shitty happy-go-lucky life. I forgive you sir, whoever you may be (Some people will know him), but I still think it was a really DICK move back then (Ha! See what I did there? DICK?? Haaa~ I'm so punny)
That stupid ass story leads onto my next one. NO, You, Miss I'm So Perfect I Can Insult Anyone And They Have To Take No Offence And Then If They Do It's Their Fault. You Miss, are a total BITCH.
I really want to forget that incident, and nearly all of my friends have! Well, let me rephrase. ALL of my friends have, because I really don't think she counts as a friend. She was the one bitch who kept reminding me, all through the years, until YEAR FUCKING 10 that I was a bad person. Year 7, First Meeting : 'Oh, You were the person who kicked ********* in the balls! Your a dick!' My thoughts on that? YEAH FUCK YOU TOO. Year 8 : 'You kicked ********* in the balls, that was such a dick move' YEAH FUCK YOU TOO. Year 9 : 'Why are you such a dick? I mean, you kicked ******* in the balls!' YEAH FUCK YOU TOO YOU LITTLE UNFORGIVING, RESENTFUL, VENGEFUL MAGGOT WHO WILL NOT STOP PESTERING PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR MISTAKES.
OKAY. I FUCKING GET IT, I KICKED HIM IN THE BALLS. HE WAS A DICK TO ME, AND I FELT BAD. GUESS WHAT??? I FUCKING STOPPED IT, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
 |
| Yeah, FUCK YOU |
YOU KNOW WHAT??? LETS END THIS BLOG POST REALLY ANGRILY.
FUCK YOU WORLD!!!
(Peace out girl scouts)
What should I do?
I just realized something. Derp.
I did a post yesterday, as you probably know, but suddenly that blog post got me thinking. I Realized that I wasn't angry at the world, I was just angry that I couldn't take my anger out on anyone nearby me :P. Great friend I am :D But anyways, I was a bit behind on what to write in the blog (As always) but then one of my friends said that "Your blog will not become an internet sensation by you writing about SOSE!". Then he said that I should write about something that was obscurely funny, like something from a derperific video I watched on that weird part of Youtube. Something witty he said. Well, to you my friend, I am no wit master, I can do slapstick! But that doesn't work that well on the Internet :/. Well, just as I type this me bestest buddieee sends me a link with to a video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCbZ1h6RWac
Trust me, This is the weird part of Youtube.
That being done and said, I mentioned before that I was starting up a story, and I was going to post a small intro of it on this blog, but I forgot to type it up, and the book in which the intro is written in is in my school locker. so DERP. All I can promise you is that it currently sucks major balls (in my opinion, and I'm scared you guys will judge me for the story) and is in need of MAJOR editing.
This blog you are currently reading has been stretched over a few days, which means the process of writing this has been... I don't know how to describe it, uhhhh.... The time it took to write this blog is... No that's not right, we;ll, I'm pretty sure you guys know what I mean. IDK why it took me this long to write this post, nor do I remember, nor do I intend to remember, but please just note that fact and enjoy this blog please? (Pwitty Please? Ha! See what I did there Henry? P-WITTY Please? Hahaha! Ah~ I'm so amazing)
You know what, I actually haven't raged on this blog for a while, I think now's the time to do it. Okay, so, I'm currently kind of steamed about my homework (sorry :P this is another homeworky thing) my parents are taking the priorities and completely messing them up. I have two tutors, my dad (He teaches me Maths) and an English tutor. Now. My english tutor isn't that bad, he's nice and he actually makes stuff understandable. But my DAD is a completely different case. Now I may just be biased because I'm his son, but he SUCKS. He says he was the "Top of Korean in Maths!" (*Cough* BULLSHIT *Cough*) and he also states that he read through a certain famous maths textbook and solved all the problems 7 times. Now let me tell you, the book he is talking about is the size of a Harry Potter Book. about, 700~800 pages, or something crazy like that, and the font is like twice as small (I'm exaggerating about the font there, but it's pretty darn small). +! (Thats, a PLUS! for the slow ones) this is ASIA LEVEL MATHS. Not some crappy Australian maths who still teaches you about addition in like high school*not really, Moar exaggeration* (And I still suck at this bullcrap) and He, let me say it again, say he has been through it & *I mean 7 FUCKING TIMES. I really doubt that, I mean, sure if you really wanted a good job, sure maybe two or three times, someone might read it, but really? 7 times? I don't get how he did it, nor do I believe him either. Then he starts to say, I was the BEST in KOREA at MATHS! Wow dad! Really Then Why OF FUCKING WHY are you a Bullshitty Tiler right now? Oh wait, that's right, also another problem I have. Alcohol. He DRINKs WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH (AND I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SWEARING BUT WE WILL IGNORE THAT FOR NOW). Last time, My sister's boyfriend was over, He was at another person's house. He got dragged home because he had drunk WAAAAY way way too much and he got driven home in another person's car. You see, but he was furious he "got treated like a child" and that he wasn't allowed to drive his car home. Oh, I wonder why they prevented nyou daddy? Oh, that's right, YOU FUCKING CAN'T DRINK AND DRIVE BECAUSE IT IS... wait for it, ILLEGAL!!! OMG, We never knew because THERE ARE ABOUT 50 FUCKING SIGNS ALONG EACH AND EVERY ROAD SAYING 'DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE YOU DIPSHIT! BECAUSE YOU DIE!' OMG?? REALLY???
He comes home and starts swearing while My sis' boyfriend is watching the cricket on our telly, swearing and steaming that he didn't get to drive his car home, picks up a chair, makes a hole in the roof, and throws the chair on the ground. For god's sake. I just woke up from a nap so I'm going to cut this post off short.
Peace out Girl Scouts
I did a post yesterday, as you probably know, but suddenly that blog post got me thinking. I Realized that I wasn't angry at the world, I was just angry that I couldn't take my anger out on anyone nearby me :P. Great friend I am :D But anyways, I was a bit behind on what to write in the blog (As always) but then one of my friends said that "Your blog will not become an internet sensation by you writing about SOSE!". Then he said that I should write about something that was obscurely funny, like something from a derperific video I watched on that weird part of Youtube. Something witty he said. Well, to you my friend, I am no wit master, I can do slapstick! But that doesn't work that well on the Internet :/. Well, just as I type this me bestest buddieee sends me a link with to a video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCbZ1h6RWac
Trust me, This is the weird part of Youtube.
That being done and said, I mentioned before that I was starting up a story, and I was going to post a small intro of it on this blog, but I forgot to type it up, and the book in which the intro is written in is in my school locker. so DERP. All I can promise you is that it currently sucks major balls (in my opinion, and I'm scared you guys will judge me for the story) and is in need of MAJOR editing.
This blog you are currently reading has been stretched over a few days, which means the process of writing this has been... I don't know how to describe it, uhhhh.... The time it took to write this blog is... No that's not right, we;ll, I'm pretty sure you guys know what I mean. IDK why it took me this long to write this post, nor do I remember, nor do I intend to remember, but please just note that fact and enjoy this blog please? (Pwitty Please? Ha! See what I did there Henry? P-WITTY Please? Hahaha! Ah~ I'm so amazing)
You know what, I actually haven't raged on this blog for a while, I think now's the time to do it. Okay, so, I'm currently kind of steamed about my homework (sorry :P this is another homeworky thing) my parents are taking the priorities and completely messing them up. I have two tutors, my dad (He teaches me Maths) and an English tutor. Now. My english tutor isn't that bad, he's nice and he actually makes stuff understandable. But my DAD is a completely different case. Now I may just be biased because I'm his son, but he SUCKS. He says he was the "Top of Korean in Maths!" (*Cough* BULLSHIT *Cough*) and he also states that he read through a certain famous maths textbook and solved all the problems 7 times. Now let me tell you, the book he is talking about is the size of a Harry Potter Book. about, 700~800 pages, or something crazy like that, and the font is like twice as small (I'm exaggerating about the font there, but it's pretty darn small). +! (Thats, a PLUS! for the slow ones) this is ASIA LEVEL MATHS. Not some crappy Australian maths who still teaches you about addition in like high school*not really, Moar exaggeration* (And I still suck at this bullcrap) and He, let me say it again, say he has been through it & *I mean 7 FUCKING TIMES. I really doubt that, I mean, sure if you really wanted a good job, sure maybe two or three times, someone might read it, but really? 7 times? I don't get how he did it, nor do I believe him either. Then he starts to say, I was the BEST in KOREA at MATHS! Wow dad! Really Then Why OF FUCKING WHY are you a Bullshitty Tiler right now? Oh wait, that's right, also another problem I have. Alcohol. He DRINKs WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH (AND I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SWEARING BUT WE WILL IGNORE THAT FOR NOW). Last time, My sister's boyfriend was over, He was at another person's house. He got dragged home because he had drunk WAAAAY way way too much and he got driven home in another person's car. You see, but he was furious he "got treated like a child" and that he wasn't allowed to drive his car home. Oh, I wonder why they prevented nyou daddy? Oh, that's right, YOU FUCKING CAN'T DRINK AND DRIVE BECAUSE IT IS... wait for it, ILLEGAL!!! OMG, We never knew because THERE ARE ABOUT 50 FUCKING SIGNS ALONG EACH AND EVERY ROAD SAYING 'DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE YOU DIPSHIT! BECAUSE YOU DIE!' OMG?? REALLY???
He comes home and starts swearing while My sis' boyfriend is watching the cricket on our telly, swearing and steaming that he didn't get to drive his car home, picks up a chair, makes a hole in the roof, and throws the chair on the ground. For god's sake. I just woke up from a nap so I'm going to cut this post off short.
Peace out Girl Scouts
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
WTF... You Creepy Ass Internet-Stalkers
Hello Internet, and Creepy Friends/Internet-Stalkers. You guys are creepy as F***
Hey guys, I'm talking, no not to you internet( I'm sowee D: ) but to my friends who are probably undoubtedly going to read this. So I hope you're happy Henry! This blog post is going to be about you!!!
(oh and a bunch of other friends who will probably find out via some stupid ass social network... Bastards)
So, you want to make my blog and internet sensation? Go ahead then, I'm waiting Henry.... I don't think its worked yet, either way, I hop you have fun reading about me posting a blog about you reading this. :P Also! To the person who said they will post the link onto facebook... uuuhhhhh... Go ahead, I don't really care, because, On Blogger I am a totally different person, and rather unashamed of what I say on this blog. So I welcome more of my friends onto this blog, and I hope you can forgive my on and off posting.(I'm a rather busy *cough* person and I must.... uuhhhhh.... Do something with my extremely boring time at home, probably doing assignments or stupid homework)
So, well... I really don't have anything much to talk about, I only really wrote this because you guys are a bunch of creepy internet stalkers. have any of you guys actually started on your SOSE assignments yet? Anyone? No? Poo. Oh and BTW, the Peace Out Girl Scouts I got from youtube :D Just in case anyone was wondering.
Oh and, just for some special people, who might be interested, I have started to write a story, and may be posting the sections I write on another blog... Possibly, so if anyone is interested, and would like to help me finish it, or edit it,/ or give me ideas, that would be appreciated. I have started a few other stories, just never got around to actually legitamately do anything with them, just a cool kick-ass few paragraphs, that lead into nowhere. To me writing a book is really hard. All the time I feel like it's copied off something I read. And basically, most of the stuff nowadays is really just some not really well known story repeated over and over again. I really think that's why something like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson got off really well, or maybe The Ranger's Apprentice, because they were fresh, new ideas.
But then if you think about it,I guess everyone might feel like that. Everyone gets and idea and it just becomes this.
Hey guys, I'm talking, no not to you internet( I'm sowee D: ) but to my friends who are probably undoubtedly going to read this. So I hope you're happy Henry! This blog post is going to be about you!!!
(oh and a bunch of other friends who will probably find out via some stupid ass social network... Bastards)
So, you want to make my blog and internet sensation? Go ahead then, I'm waiting Henry.... I don't think its worked yet, either way, I hop you have fun reading about me posting a blog about you reading this. :P Also! To the person who said they will post the link onto facebook... uuuhhhhh... Go ahead, I don't really care, because, On Blogger I am a totally different person, and rather unashamed of what I say on this blog. So I welcome more of my friends onto this blog, and I hope you can forgive my on and off posting.(I'm a rather busy *cough* person and I must.... uuhhhhh.... Do something with my extremely boring time at home, probably doing assignments or stupid homework)
So, well... I really don't have anything much to talk about, I only really wrote this because you guys are a bunch of creepy internet stalkers. have any of you guys actually started on your SOSE assignments yet? Anyone? No? Poo. Oh and BTW, the Peace Out Girl Scouts I got from youtube :D Just in case anyone was wondering.
Oh and, just for some special people, who might be interested, I have started to write a story, and may be posting the sections I write on another blog... Possibly, so if anyone is interested, and would like to help me finish it, or edit it,/ or give me ideas, that would be appreciated. I have started a few other stories, just never got around to actually legitamately do anything with them, just a cool kick-ass few paragraphs, that lead into nowhere. To me writing a book is really hard. All the time I feel like it's copied off something I read. And basically, most of the stuff nowadays is really just some not really well known story repeated over and over again. I really think that's why something like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson got off really well, or maybe The Ranger's Apprentice, because they were fresh, new ideas.
But then if you think about it,I guess everyone might feel like that. Everyone gets and idea and it just becomes this.
 |
| I was Just about to write that >:( |
Honestly though, I think I just have a lack of ideas. Unlike Ol' Nicky boy who just freaking writes a whole book in Yr 7 but anyways, For me this blog post is getting pretty long, I have stuff to do (Watch Youtube) And eat my dinner at around 8~9 O'Clock, So guess what I'm saying!
Peace Out Girl Scouts ;)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)