Right. Ahem. SO....
I have absolutely nothing to talk about, other than the fact that I have absolutely nothing to talk about.
Wowee.... You people either have really nothing to do, or you really enjoy coming and reading my blog. Seriosuly, I don't know why you keep coming back. If you sersiouly expect better content, well you're going to be disappointed. :P Sorry.
Aside from my horrible spelling mistakes that I purposely left up there, there isn't really much to do here. I can't give you quality content, and you can't enjoy reading blogs because there isn't anything worthwhile reading on here! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Well, so I'm rambling on. I have nothing else to do. I'm so bored. I have tiny little kids in my house I'm forced to play with/. I'm kinda being a dick and ignoring them/. I'm so bored I would do anything to get outta my house. IDC about stupid canberra weather :( I just want out of here. I get so bored so often it's not even funny. I have a hard time coming up with things to write about now. It feel like I've been mentally drained of all creativity and stuff.See? I even have a hard time coming up with other words for 'things'. Stuff.... Right I'm just going to stop before I go mentally disabled mode.
Bye...
Peace Out Girl Scouts
(You thought I was going to miss that were'nt you? HA! )
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Tidy up the things Behind, and move everything 'To the left To the left, Everything you own in a box to the left' XD
I'm bored.
I know, I know, no new news. But seriously. I've been thinking (Never a good pastime 'It's a reference')
I'm not really doing much good in this world... Now for those of you who do not KNOW me very PERSONALLY, I have a very bad/weird/wrong personality. You can claim to know me and say no I don't, but boy you have me wrong. Okay. So probably a story you've all hear many times before, but I changed many MANY times to fit into a group of people. Yet I have never managed to find an anchor, by that I mean a friend who keeps me in that group. I'm currently in self exile, simply due to the fact that many times over, I felt like I was not very....... I wouldn't say included... but neither would I say that... whatever. I jsut didn't feel like I fit in anywhere within my group. We had these little sub categories within our friendship group, and I was in none of them. Why? Because oftentimes I spent my time roaming, and meeting new people. I kept coming back to the same old group, but I never actually managed to fit in well. I was alone, rather insecure, and very terribly bored every lunch. Nobody cared really where I was or what had happened to me. So I left it at that. Anyways, I changed too much from my very first day at Kindergarten in Sydney, to even begin to comprehend who I was, and what my personality was like. All I'm trying to say is that, I look very simple and happy-go-lucky on the outside (most of the times) but honestly, inside me is a tornado of emotion even I can't understand myself. So don't think you can start assuming that you can understand me, when you clearly can't see the mental processes that go on in my head.
That brings me to my second point. My mentality. I have a very bad way of thinking. It usually starts with let's see what I can say to lighten up the mood, and ends with well that was shit. Now let's take a journey into the heart of Jae's brain, and see how it functions.
I... have murderous tendencies. I'm not joking when I say this now. I'm not saying I'm a murderer, but I have many MANY thoughts of who I might be able to kill, and how, and if I could get away with it. One thing that really doesn't help is the fact that I keep very bad grudges. If someone insults me, and it sounds like they're genuine, then I hold a very personal grudge against them. Now many grudges I forget, either because I spent too long dwelling on it, or I had held too many grudges at that time to even keep count.
So maybe I'll change that habit of mine in my SoSe assignment, or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just write a boring report and have myself a cup of tea whilst thinking about who I hate the most. Whatever. All I want to say for today is, just let things go. There is no point in holding something over someone's head because they did something wrong. Dwelling on their past wrongdoing isn't going to fix that problem. So just move on. If you keep holding problems over somebody's head then you're bound to one day get rammed by them by an 8 tonne truck (I'm looking at you... You know who you are). So
STFU and MOVE ON. k?
kthnxbai
Peace out Girl Scouts.
P.s Don't even try to ask me about this post at school. I'm just going to look off into a certain point in the sky, refuse to answer you, and walk off. So just... Don't.
I know, I know, no new news. But seriously. I've been thinking (Never a good pastime 'It's a reference')
I'm not really doing much good in this world... Now for those of you who do not KNOW me very PERSONALLY, I have a very bad/weird/wrong personality. You can claim to know me and say no I don't, but boy you have me wrong. Okay. So probably a story you've all hear many times before, but I changed many MANY times to fit into a group of people. Yet I have never managed to find an anchor, by that I mean a friend who keeps me in that group. I'm currently in self exile, simply due to the fact that many times over, I felt like I was not very....... I wouldn't say included... but neither would I say that... whatever. I jsut didn't feel like I fit in anywhere within my group. We had these little sub categories within our friendship group, and I was in none of them. Why? Because oftentimes I spent my time roaming, and meeting new people. I kept coming back to the same old group, but I never actually managed to fit in well. I was alone, rather insecure, and very terribly bored every lunch. Nobody cared really where I was or what had happened to me. So I left it at that. Anyways, I changed too much from my very first day at Kindergarten in Sydney, to even begin to comprehend who I was, and what my personality was like. All I'm trying to say is that, I look very simple and happy-go-lucky on the outside (most of the times) but honestly, inside me is a tornado of emotion even I can't understand myself. So don't think you can start assuming that you can understand me, when you clearly can't see the mental processes that go on in my head.
That brings me to my second point. My mentality. I have a very bad way of thinking. It usually starts with let's see what I can say to lighten up the mood, and ends with well that was shit. Now let's take a journey into the heart of Jae's brain, and see how it functions.
I... have murderous tendencies. I'm not joking when I say this now. I'm not saying I'm a murderer, but I have many MANY thoughts of who I might be able to kill, and how, and if I could get away with it. One thing that really doesn't help is the fact that I keep very bad grudges. If someone insults me, and it sounds like they're genuine, then I hold a very personal grudge against them. Now many grudges I forget, either because I spent too long dwelling on it, or I had held too many grudges at that time to even keep count.
So maybe I'll change that habit of mine in my SoSe assignment, or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just write a boring report and have myself a cup of tea whilst thinking about who I hate the most. Whatever. All I want to say for today is, just let things go. There is no point in holding something over someone's head because they did something wrong. Dwelling on their past wrongdoing isn't going to fix that problem. So just move on. If you keep holding problems over somebody's head then you're bound to one day get rammed by them by an 8 tonne truck (I'm looking at you... You know who you are). So
STFU and MOVE ON. k?
kthnxbai
Peace out Girl Scouts.
P.s Don't even try to ask me about this post at school. I'm just going to look off into a certain point in the sky, refuse to answer you, and walk off. So just... Don't.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Well.... Wait what?
So... WHAT???!
idk WHAT attracted you guys to view my blog so many many times yesterday... O.o A total of 25 pageviews yesterday.... Was it my extremely depressing story excerpt? I should write more depressing parts then XD
But Welcome everybody... To my very I have no clue what to talk about... Oh right!
You know, there are just some times when I find myself thinking a lot, and all my thoughts feel extremely jumbled and I can't get a hold of one single thought. Yesterady was like that, I found myself in a sticky situation where I was kicked outside the house from 7~10:30 due to unexplainable reasons, and during that time, I found a sense of.... Real Clarity. It's hard to explain, it's a weird sensation. It was like finding out who you were ACTUALLY, not just the name and personality that was thrust upon you. It didn't really have a goal after school, honestly. I don't know what I want to do, nor do I know what I even want to study. I have absolutely no goals AT ALL.
And then, suddenly, on a chilly Canberran night, sitting outside, and starving, I found a goal. I Knew who I was, and I realised what I wanted to do. I saw faults in me I refused to accept before, and I saw a brighter me. It was like.... Ecstasy....??? I felt like I was high above the clouds, but I swear to god I was still sane and thinking properly. It was a interesting feeling. One I would very much like to enjoy again. OOH! For those of you who have read ALL of the ERAGON series, it was like finding out your true name! I KNEW who I was... Not that I didn't before, I just didn't understand WHY I was.... If that makes any sense at all... Which it probably doesn't.
Now I can understand (kinda) why people always tell me this or that. I still don't like following orders though :P
Btw, for any of you who are wondering, I want to become a pianist. Screw architecture, I can study that at a later date.
Peace Out Girl Scouts!!
(For Now. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough wheeze Hahahaha...)
idk WHAT attracted you guys to view my blog so many many times yesterday... O.o A total of 25 pageviews yesterday.... Was it my extremely depressing story excerpt? I should write more depressing parts then XD
But Welcome everybody... To my very I have no clue what to talk about... Oh right!
You know, there are just some times when I find myself thinking a lot, and all my thoughts feel extremely jumbled and I can't get a hold of one single thought. Yesterady was like that, I found myself in a sticky situation where I was kicked outside the house from 7~10:30 due to unexplainable reasons, and during that time, I found a sense of.... Real Clarity. It's hard to explain, it's a weird sensation. It was like finding out who you were ACTUALLY, not just the name and personality that was thrust upon you. It didn't really have a goal after school, honestly. I don't know what I want to do, nor do I know what I even want to study. I have absolutely no goals AT ALL.
And then, suddenly, on a chilly Canberran night, sitting outside, and starving, I found a goal. I Knew who I was, and I realised what I wanted to do. I saw faults in me I refused to accept before, and I saw a brighter me. It was like.... Ecstasy....??? I felt like I was high above the clouds, but I swear to god I was still sane and thinking properly. It was a interesting feeling. One I would very much like to enjoy again. OOH! For those of you who have read ALL of the ERAGON series, it was like finding out your true name! I KNEW who I was... Not that I didn't before, I just didn't understand WHY I was.... If that makes any sense at all... Which it probably doesn't.
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| This is a GOOOOOD book... I wish the series hadn't ended... I saw crying by the time I got to the last few pages. |
Btw, for any of you who are wondering, I want to become a pianist. Screw architecture, I can study that at a later date.
Peace Out Girl Scouts!!
(For Now. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough wheeze Hahahaha...)
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, and yet tonight you look so Pretty
^^^
That's a good song, you should all go listen to it
Sol and Delilah rose from the remains of what was once a grand palace. The ruins of the House of North Korea lay all around them. Silence filled the air with it's chilling cry as everything around Sol, Kyle and Delilah lay still and unmoving. Everything was finally over. What was the power of North Korea lay around their feet, and Kim You Song had fled the country. However, despite the achievement, Sol only felt an emptiness, as if something he had fought for, more so than all of what he had done in this world was gone. Sol then realised and called out.
"KYLE!" Sol screamed. "KYLE! WHERE ARE YOU!"
Delilah put a hand on Sol's shoulder. He looked at her with pleading eyes, eyes that knew of the coming news but refused to accept the truth. He shook off her hand and went back to shouting, his voice penetrating the eerie silence.
"KYLE! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!"
"KYLE!!!!!!!!!"
"SOL!" Delilah shouted at him as she slapped him across the face." You know that he isn't coming back! He...he... did it for the good of everybody. YOU would have done the same if you were in his position."
"KYLE!" Sol screamed. "KYLE! WHERE ARE YOU!"
Delilah put a hand on Sol's shoulder. He looked at her with pleading eyes, eyes that knew of the coming news but refused to accept the truth. He shook off her hand and went back to shouting, his voice penetrating the eerie silence.
"KYLE! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!"
"KYLE!!!!!!!!!"
"SOL!" Delilah shouted at him as she slapped him across the face." You know that he isn't coming back! He...he... did it for the good of everybody. YOU would have done the same if you were in his position."
"But you weren't the hero for once... You... you..." Tears started to well up in Delilah's eyes "You weren't... We didn't have enough time... He..."
Delilah looked away, taking a shaky breath as she did so. Sol knew Delilah was wanting to cry, but she was trying to hold it in. Sol stepped towards her, and hugged her. Delilah cried into his shoulder, and Sol stared off into the nearby mountains void of thought and emotion. He was crying on the inside, but he couldn't find any way to express the grief physically. After all he, Kyle and Delilah had been through, it seemed unreal that Kyle had ceased to exist. He couldn't shake off the emptiness and sorrow that was welling up inside him.
Sol told Delilah "Delilah, we should go. We need to stop the rest of the fighting. We need to tell everyone what happened here"
Delilah looked up at him with tear-stained eyes.
"Come on... we should go..."
"Ok..."
Sol and Delilah started to walk back towards the distant fighting. Suddenly, something whizzed right by Delilah and Sol, landing with a sickening CRACK on the stone next to them. After a few seconds, they heard the unmistakeable sound of a sniper shot.
"RUN!" Sol shouted as he pulled at Delilah's hand, trying to get her to run at his pace.
Even the best of snipers can't hit a moving target whilst THAT far out of sight rangeSol and Delilah started to run from cover to cover as the unseen sniper took potshots at them. Just before they reached the cover of the trees, a bullet cracked one of the boulders and a chip flew off and cut Delilah on the arm.
"Ouch!"
Delilah stopped momentarily to examine her arm before she remembered the peril in which she and Sol was in. Sol stopped running and looked back at her, only an arm's breadth away as another bullet tore through Delilah's leg, just below her knee.
"NO!"
Sol jumped back to et to Delilah. He caught her by the arms as she fell, and he started trying to carry her back into the trees.
Delilah looked away, taking a shaky breath as she did so. Sol knew Delilah was wanting to cry, but she was trying to hold it in. Sol stepped towards her, and hugged her. Delilah cried into his shoulder, and Sol stared off into the nearby mountains void of thought and emotion. He was crying on the inside, but he couldn't find any way to express the grief physically. After all he, Kyle and Delilah had been through, it seemed unreal that Kyle had ceased to exist. He couldn't shake off the emptiness and sorrow that was welling up inside him.
Sol told Delilah "Delilah, we should go. We need to stop the rest of the fighting. We need to tell everyone what happened here"
Delilah looked up at him with tear-stained eyes.
"Come on... we should go..."
"Ok..."
Sol and Delilah started to walk back towards the distant fighting. Suddenly, something whizzed right by Delilah and Sol, landing with a sickening CRACK on the stone next to them. After a few seconds, they heard the unmistakeable sound of a sniper shot.
"RUN!" Sol shouted as he pulled at Delilah's hand, trying to get her to run at his pace.
Even the best of snipers can't hit a moving target whilst THAT far out of sight rangeSol and Delilah started to run from cover to cover as the unseen sniper took potshots at them. Just before they reached the cover of the trees, a bullet cracked one of the boulders and a chip flew off and cut Delilah on the arm.
"Ouch!"
Delilah stopped momentarily to examine her arm before she remembered the peril in which she and Sol was in. Sol stopped running and looked back at her, only an arm's breadth away as another bullet tore through Delilah's leg, just below her knee.
"NO!"
Sol jumped back to et to Delilah. He caught her by the arms as she fell, and he started trying to carry her back into the trees.
"Sol..... Let me go.. I'm just dead weight... I can walk.. It's okay" Delilah whispered, her voice ragged and her breath quick.
"No! Delilah, I'm not letting you go!" Sol shouted. "NOT AGAIN! I'm NOT LOSING ANOTHER FRIEND!"
Sol tripped over loose rubble and both him and Delilah went sprawling. And still the Sniper shot at them. Delilah landed painfully a few feet away from Sol. Sol struggled back up to try and get to her, but the Sniper beat him to it. As he was about to pick her up again, a bullet shot straight through his left arm and through Delilah.
"Oh..." was all Delilah said as she fell back onto the ground, Sol clutching at his arm.
"No! NO! NO!" Sol picked her back up, carrying her into the trees. He set her down about a hundred meters into the cover of the trees. Her blood was seeping into the back of his shirt, and his hand was slick with blood as he tried to carefully set her down with one arm. She grunted with pain as she hit the ground with a dull thud. Sol tore off a strip of cloth off of his left arm, screaming with the pain it brought him.
"No no no no no no... Please Delilah, stay with me. Stay with me! PLEASE DELILAH!"
With the cloth, he tried to stem the flow of blood gurgling from the hole in her chest. Delilah coughed up blood and her face was a deadly shade of white. He could tell she had difficulty breathing because every time she took a breath, he could hear her quietly choking on her own blood. He cradled her head in his arms as he spoke to her.
"Please Delilah, please... Don't leave me here... Don't leave me alone.. Please.. Stay with me.."
Delilah tried to give him a smiled, and as she did, her face contorted in again again. "Sol... you can clearly see I can't do that any more... I think it's time you go on alone Sol... Go... people.. are wait-"
Delilah dropped off mid sentence and her head fell limp in Sol's hands. All Sol could ear was the blood roaring in his ears, and the sound of silence that once again pervaded his surroundings. Within a span of ten minutes, he had lost another friend. Sol tilted back his head and screamed. He screamed for all of his grief and loss, his pain and anger, and his friends, who had left him all alone. Once again, Sol Olympia was left alone, without his friends, and only his grief and sorrow to accompany him.
"No! Delilah, I'm not letting you go!" Sol shouted. "NOT AGAIN! I'm NOT LOSING ANOTHER FRIEND!"
Sol tripped over loose rubble and both him and Delilah went sprawling. And still the Sniper shot at them. Delilah landed painfully a few feet away from Sol. Sol struggled back up to try and get to her, but the Sniper beat him to it. As he was about to pick her up again, a bullet shot straight through his left arm and through Delilah.
"Oh..." was all Delilah said as she fell back onto the ground, Sol clutching at his arm.
"No! NO! NO!" Sol picked her back up, carrying her into the trees. He set her down about a hundred meters into the cover of the trees. Her blood was seeping into the back of his shirt, and his hand was slick with blood as he tried to carefully set her down with one arm. She grunted with pain as she hit the ground with a dull thud. Sol tore off a strip of cloth off of his left arm, screaming with the pain it brought him.
"No no no no no no... Please Delilah, stay with me. Stay with me! PLEASE DELILAH!"
With the cloth, he tried to stem the flow of blood gurgling from the hole in her chest. Delilah coughed up blood and her face was a deadly shade of white. He could tell she had difficulty breathing because every time she took a breath, he could hear her quietly choking on her own blood. He cradled her head in his arms as he spoke to her.
"Please Delilah, please... Don't leave me here... Don't leave me alone.. Please.. Stay with me.."
Delilah tried to give him a smiled, and as she did, her face contorted in again again. "Sol... you can clearly see I can't do that any more... I think it's time you go on alone Sol... Go... people.. are wait-"
Delilah dropped off mid sentence and her head fell limp in Sol's hands. All Sol could ear was the blood roaring in his ears, and the sound of silence that once again pervaded his surroundings. Within a span of ten minutes, he had lost another friend. Sol tilted back his head and screamed. He screamed for all of his grief and loss, his pain and anger, and his friends, who had left him all alone. Once again, Sol Olympia was left alone, without his friends, and only his grief and sorrow to accompany him.
~ There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Now my friends, are dead and gone~
- Les Miserables
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Now my friends, are dead and gone~
- Les Miserables
Some Little Creative piece of something That I pulled out of my Hair and It Started to Exist in This World.
Somebody once told me
'And I believe
The World
Is burning to the ground'
And I said 'Hey!
Let it go, Let it roll right off your shoulder,
Don't you know? The hardest part is over'
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And I heard em say
Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
The above is something that I just put together, and it does sound like a jumbled mess, but what can you do? :P
I put different lyrics from different songs together, see if you can tell which songs they are.
Now I absolutely love my music. I don't have thousands upon thousand like many others do on their iPod or something, but I enjoy my music nevertheless. Some songs, like one of them up there ^^^ really made me sit and rethink my life, yes it sounds ridiculous, yes it sound so cliched, but seriously, that song just showed to me a part of me that I never knew. AAaaaaannnndddd someone put the lyrics to a Percy Jackson storyline. I fangirled over that and I nearly cried. Why? because I hate endings. Especially sad ones. If possible, I try not to read the ending of a book I liked. If I'm reading it again, I can't help it, because I know how it ends, and I don't want to read it again. Aaaannnddd I still read it because I'm stupid and I cry because it's a sad ending. For example, Inheritance Now THAT was a book series I enjoyed. Well, the book series was called Eragon, but the last book was called inheritance. I enjoyed the books so much when it came to an end, I cried. I hate it when good things end. Why? ~ Good times never seemed so good ~ Quote from 'Sweet Caroline' by Neil Diamomnd
Welp... I'm done for today :P Sorry for a shorter than usual blog post,
Peace out Girl Scouts
'And I believe
The World
Is burning to the ground'
And I said 'Hey!
Let it go, Let it roll right off your shoulder,
Don't you know? The hardest part is over'
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And I heard em say
Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
The above is something that I just put together, and it does sound like a jumbled mess, but what can you do? :P
I put different lyrics from different songs together, see if you can tell which songs they are.
Now I absolutely love my music. I don't have thousands upon thousand like many others do on their iPod or something, but I enjoy my music nevertheless. Some songs, like one of them up there ^^^ really made me sit and rethink my life, yes it sounds ridiculous, yes it sound so cliched, but seriously, that song just showed to me a part of me that I never knew. AAaaaaannnndddd someone put the lyrics to a Percy Jackson storyline. I fangirled over that and I nearly cried. Why? because I hate endings. Especially sad ones. If possible, I try not to read the ending of a book I liked. If I'm reading it again, I can't help it, because I know how it ends, and I don't want to read it again. Aaaannnddd I still read it because I'm stupid and I cry because it's a sad ending. For example, Inheritance Now THAT was a book series I enjoyed. Well, the book series was called Eragon, but the last book was called inheritance. I enjoyed the books so much when it came to an end, I cried. I hate it when good things end. Why? ~ Good times never seemed so good ~ Quote from 'Sweet Caroline' by Neil Diamomnd
Welp... I'm done for today :P Sorry for a shorter than usual blog post,
Peace out Girl Scouts
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Skiing, Hair Pulling, and all that Jazz
I have two things to say. I hate my life. And I love skiing.
The former... or the latter.... whichever one comes first.. you've probably all heard about me hating my life. The other thingy.. The second one.. Now ooohohohohoho. This is something new innit? Yea mate? Innit? (My best attempt at a bogan British accent on the computer)
K so first I want to clear up that being brought up in an aggressive Asian family isn't the best way of growing up. Sure what the parents think they're doing is all for their kids, but honestly I just don't think it's the way to go. I mean sure it might BE the only way for some kids, but seriously, beating a kid up isn't going to get something through a kid's head. As with what happened yesterday... Well... Today, at 2 in the morning. So My mum has a lot of pent up stress due to reasons which shall not be named. So that stress turns into anger whenever I do something that displeases her. In this case, it was staying up till 2am watching youtube and reading other people's blogs. Now if if many of you guys have done stuff like that but seriously, if I don't get my daily youtube dosage... welp... Look. I've been restricted from EVERYTHING this holidays. I've had no using the computer for ANYTHING. Not even to write my blog, I had to write it from my phone basically. And I've had to just constantly solve maths problems.. OVA and OVA again. As explained in the previous blog. (If you haven't read that one, GO BACK! :D )And so I'm bored as fuck. I can only read the books they give me, which are books like The Great Gatsby, Wuthering Heights. Books I've read before, and I can only enjoy a book for so much when I've read it like 3~4 times in a week. All I've had was my precious piano and a newfound guitar-liking to keep me company for the holidays. And the days seem to go soooo sloowwwlllyyyy........... Either way, back to the topic above. Yes, using my phone at 2, mum finds out, not please. Me not happy that she's not happy about me being unhappy about her decision making about the 'Problem' the encases me. As explained in the blog post previous to this one, holidays have a different definition in an asian parent's eyes. To give you an example, they think my friend, DH goes and studies at the library everyday for 6~8 hours. If that's true, then whoopdeedoo, he can do whatever the fuck he wants for a job (good job you) but FUCK DAT! I'm the type of person who like to enjoy life... Before we get even more off topic... So yeah, she starts to scream many colourful and descriptive words about how much I'm a failure and how much I should just go kill myself because I've killed her emotionally a few hundred times.. blah blah blah I should just go and commit suicide because I'm just a hindrance to the world, I should not have been born, I will evict you from the house and disown you... You get the point yeah? And I did my typical zone out after the fifth word thing, and I was happily imagining other things when WHACK. She decided she would take my phone and smack me over the head with it (Quite violently mind you) and she basically just gave me a thrashing on my bed. And so it ended up with her pulling my hair out trying to expose my stomach and that so she could beat me up even more. At that point I said (not in these exact words, but the same meaning and context) "F*ck Off". Then she started to laugh, gave my hair another yank, actually pulled off a patch of hair, and proceeded to thrash me more. You see, an Asian household looks like they got it easy because other people think they just reel in money like I do candy, but we really don't. If you were an asian child that was a 'failure', then wowee. I feel sorry for you. My mum also then went on to explain how other children wouldn't react and they would just let their parents beat them half to death and a 'NORMAL' child would sit and think about what he had done to deserve such a beating, WHILST HE WAS GETTING BEAT. Now idk about you guys, but I find it PRETTY HARD to think whilst in pain. Just a thought. Either way idk whether I really want to stay in this household anymore. But I just can't be fucked to do anything about it now :P.
Don't feel sad though, we resolved everything last... this morning and so we went on a happy fun times skiing trip. It said perisher was going to rain, so we weren't sure whether we should bother going, but we went anyways and had a nice time. Now stop crying. Bad things never last long... Unless you're in an Asian household. Then it lasts until you're outta that house. ::P
Welp, if you guys actually read all of this, and got down to this bit, then I thank you for such patience, and ggwp guys.
Peace out Girls Scouts
The former... or the latter.... whichever one comes first.. you've probably all heard about me hating my life. The other thingy.. The second one.. Now ooohohohohoho. This is something new innit? Yea mate? Innit? (My best attempt at a bogan British accent on the computer)
K so first I want to clear up that being brought up in an aggressive Asian family isn't the best way of growing up. Sure what the parents think they're doing is all for their kids, but honestly I just don't think it's the way to go. I mean sure it might BE the only way for some kids, but seriously, beating a kid up isn't going to get something through a kid's head. As with what happened yesterday... Well... Today, at 2 in the morning. So My mum has a lot of pent up stress due to reasons which shall not be named. So that stress turns into anger whenever I do something that displeases her. In this case, it was staying up till 2am watching youtube and reading other people's blogs. Now if if many of you guys have done stuff like that but seriously, if I don't get my daily youtube dosage... welp... Look. I've been restricted from EVERYTHING this holidays. I've had no using the computer for ANYTHING. Not even to write my blog, I had to write it from my phone basically. And I've had to just constantly solve maths problems.. OVA and OVA again. As explained in the previous blog. (If you haven't read that one, GO BACK! :D )And so I'm bored as fuck. I can only read the books they give me, which are books like The Great Gatsby, Wuthering Heights. Books I've read before, and I can only enjoy a book for so much when I've read it like 3~4 times in a week. All I've had was my precious piano and a newfound guitar-liking to keep me company for the holidays. And the days seem to go soooo sloowwwlllyyyy........... Either way, back to the topic above. Yes, using my phone at 2, mum finds out, not please. Me not happy that she's not happy about me being unhappy about her decision making about the 'Problem' the encases me. As explained in the blog post previous to this one, holidays have a different definition in an asian parent's eyes. To give you an example, they think my friend, DH goes and studies at the library everyday for 6~8 hours. If that's true, then whoopdeedoo, he can do whatever the fuck he wants for a job (good job you) but FUCK DAT! I'm the type of person who like to enjoy life... Before we get even more off topic... So yeah, she starts to scream many colourful and descriptive words about how much I'm a failure and how much I should just go kill myself because I've killed her emotionally a few hundred times.. blah blah blah I should just go and commit suicide because I'm just a hindrance to the world, I should not have been born, I will evict you from the house and disown you... You get the point yeah? And I did my typical zone out after the fifth word thing, and I was happily imagining other things when WHACK. She decided she would take my phone and smack me over the head with it (Quite violently mind you) and she basically just gave me a thrashing on my bed. And so it ended up with her pulling my hair out trying to expose my stomach and that so she could beat me up even more. At that point I said (not in these exact words, but the same meaning and context) "F*ck Off". Then she started to laugh, gave my hair another yank, actually pulled off a patch of hair, and proceeded to thrash me more. You see, an Asian household looks like they got it easy because other people think they just reel in money like I do candy, but we really don't. If you were an asian child that was a 'failure', then wowee. I feel sorry for you. My mum also then went on to explain how other children wouldn't react and they would just let their parents beat them half to death and a 'NORMAL' child would sit and think about what he had done to deserve such a beating, WHILST HE WAS GETTING BEAT. Now idk about you guys, but I find it PRETTY HARD to think whilst in pain. Just a thought. Either way idk whether I really want to stay in this household anymore. But I just can't be fucked to do anything about it now :P.
Don't feel sad though, we resolved everything last... this morning and so we went on a happy fun times skiing trip. It said perisher was going to rain, so we weren't sure whether we should bother going, but we went anyways and had a nice time. Now stop crying. Bad things never last long... Unless you're in an Asian household. Then it lasts until you're outta that house. ::P
Welp, if you guys actually read all of this, and got down to this bit, then I thank you for such patience, and ggwp guys.
Peace out Girls Scouts
Monday, July 15, 2013
Bimbus
Hallo
I'm back! And it's good to be back! (Not that I've actually been anywhere). By back I mean taking a break from just continually rambling on about my story and posting it up on this blog. Finally I'm getting an actually me-telling-you stuff blog post thing. Yup. Oh and before you ask about the title, I have absolutely no idea where it came from either :D
So, I've been on 'HOLIDAYS' and I've had a shit time of it. You would not believe the amount of stress and anxiety that the word 'HOLIDAYS' actually brings to me. So, first of all, what is your definition of a holiday?
Mine : A time where you spend your days doing what you want and enjoying life before school starts.
UNFORTUNATELY, my hopes of a good 'Holiday' were crushed many a long years ago. So, back in primary school, I had just moved into Canberra. I was in year two at the time and I remember the thrill and dread of starting at a new school. I politely introduced myself to the class in my slightly flawed english and I decided I liked Canberran schools a lot more than Sydney schools. However, with my first semester report card in YEAR 2, I got a B for english. Oh And I only got an 'EXCELLENT' for maths. Or something ridiculously high like that. BUT IT WASN'T THE BEST. So what happened? I spent my two weeks worth of precious time, working on my english and solving maths problems. I never got a B in Maths ever again. Save high school. But I was and still am and idiot.
So my parent's definition of a holiday is much more different from our definition.
(Definition : A TIME WHEN YOU CAN USE YOUR STUPID HEAD TO WORK AND IMPROVE YOUR IDIOCY INSTEAD OF RELAXING AND PLAYING). Well fuck.
Also, I'm an AVID gamer. I cannot stress how much pleasure I get from watching tiny pixels go everywhere. It is, for me at least, also my only place of solitude. A place where I can rest, think about my actions, and what I can improve of myself. The only other place I can do that is my piano. Either way, I find my enjoyment in playing games with my friends, and there is only so much time I can spend reading a book, or playing piano/trumpet. So I also don't get why, in a time of RESTING and RELAXATION I am strictly NOT allowed to have my fun. Sure sometimes you got to restrict how much fun one person can have if they are shirking their work for it, but seriously. If I have ample time to do what I want. I think I have my own permission to spend my time however I want. Not how they want.
I'm bored as fuck, I'm wasting away my holidays by spending too much time at the desk writing and solving maths problems. I want a life god damn.
ggwp Parents. ggwp.
Peace out Girl Scouts
I'm back! And it's good to be back! (Not that I've actually been anywhere). By back I mean taking a break from just continually rambling on about my story and posting it up on this blog. Finally I'm getting an actually me-telling-you stuff blog post thing. Yup. Oh and before you ask about the title, I have absolutely no idea where it came from either :D
So, I've been on 'HOLIDAYS' and I've had a shit time of it. You would not believe the amount of stress and anxiety that the word 'HOLIDAYS' actually brings to me. So, first of all, what is your definition of a holiday?
Mine : A time where you spend your days doing what you want and enjoying life before school starts.
UNFORTUNATELY, my hopes of a good 'Holiday' were crushed many a long years ago. So, back in primary school, I had just moved into Canberra. I was in year two at the time and I remember the thrill and dread of starting at a new school. I politely introduced myself to the class in my slightly flawed english and I decided I liked Canberran schools a lot more than Sydney schools. However, with my first semester report card in YEAR 2, I got a B for english. Oh And I only got an 'EXCELLENT' for maths. Or something ridiculously high like that. BUT IT WASN'T THE BEST. So what happened? I spent my two weeks worth of precious time, working on my english and solving maths problems. I never got a B in Maths ever again. Save high school. But I was and still am and idiot.
So my parent's definition of a holiday is much more different from our definition.
(Definition : A TIME WHEN YOU CAN USE YOUR STUPID HEAD TO WORK AND IMPROVE YOUR IDIOCY INSTEAD OF RELAXING AND PLAYING). Well fuck.
Also, I'm an AVID gamer. I cannot stress how much pleasure I get from watching tiny pixels go everywhere. It is, for me at least, also my only place of solitude. A place where I can rest, think about my actions, and what I can improve of myself. The only other place I can do that is my piano. Either way, I find my enjoyment in playing games with my friends, and there is only so much time I can spend reading a book, or playing piano/trumpet. So I also don't get why, in a time of RESTING and RELAXATION I am strictly NOT allowed to have my fun. Sure sometimes you got to restrict how much fun one person can have if they are shirking their work for it, but seriously. If I have ample time to do what I want. I think I have my own permission to spend my time however I want. Not how they want.
I'm bored as fuck, I'm wasting away my holidays by spending too much time at the desk writing and solving maths problems. I want a life god damn.
ggwp Parents. ggwp.
Peace out Girl Scouts
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Dear Lord Why
Kyle walked down the grey and colourless road road that led to the city of New Seoul. After the destruction of the city of Seoul by the bombardment, New Seoul had been rebuilt in such a way that nothing could hope to destroy the city from above. New Seoul was
covered in a dome that consisted of three layers. The first layer, the one on
the outside, was made of reinforced titanium, on a much larger scale, and then
shrunk down to the current size to further densify and harden it.
The outer layer is
the most reinforced of the three layers. The large sphere was constructed with
a metal called Di-Hydronium, referring to the metal’s peculiar composition and
ability. Di-Hydronium has a chemical composition of H2OTi48, which
means it’s water fused with Titanium. The metal that is produced by the rare
chemically forced reaction is Di-Hydronium, which freezes most of the items it
is in contact with, including the chamber in which it is made. The metal is at
first in a liquid state, but after a while, it forms a thin layer of Solidified
Di-Hydronium on the outside. The metal was made in extremely large amounts,
enough to encase 100 New Seouls in the metal. The resulting sphere, scaling
100:1 for the needed size, was then shrunk down, borrowing the machine needed
from Past Beijing, to further densify the atoms and therefore make the metal
much more resistant.
The middle layer, commonly referred to as ‘The Bunker’, is the second layer. The Bunker is just a plain Sphere of Concrete and Blast Resistant Steel both 10m thick. It is a plain and simple layer, designed to keep even the toughest of missiles to penetrating into New Seoul. However, there is a special interaction between The Bunker and the third layer, jokingly referred to as Korea’s Last Stand.
The third and final layer is the ultimate defensive system against air attacks. A centimeter underneath the inside of the second layer, there is a webwork of sensors that have an inverted signal, meaning that they will set off something if they are broken. If the sensors are broken in the second layer, the Third ‘Layer’, will proceed to completely flip over the whole city of New Seoul, upside down, revealing it’s concrete and steel underside. Then, and artificial gravity is activated to keep the city from completely crumbling, and a holographic image of the city is shown on the other side to fool the attackers.
The middle layer, commonly referred to as ‘The Bunker’, is the second layer. The Bunker is just a plain Sphere of Concrete and Blast Resistant Steel both 10m thick. It is a plain and simple layer, designed to keep even the toughest of missiles to penetrating into New Seoul. However, there is a special interaction between The Bunker and the third layer, jokingly referred to as Korea’s Last Stand.
The third and final layer is the ultimate defensive system against air attacks. A centimeter underneath the inside of the second layer, there is a webwork of sensors that have an inverted signal, meaning that they will set off something if they are broken. If the sensors are broken in the second layer, the Third ‘Layer’, will proceed to completely flip over the whole city of New Seoul, upside down, revealing it’s concrete and steel underside. Then, and artificial gravity is activated to keep the city from completely crumbling, and a holographic image of the city is shown on the other side to fool the attackers.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
The above post was actually a misclick.
The above post was actually a misclick.
I would have taken it back down, but I don't know how to and I can't be screwed to either.
So I'm not dead in a drain from my report card. Either way, Happy holidays guys, and much appreciations if you could like tell me what I could do to possibly improve my writing. Pls.... Thanks XD
Seeya Guys, I'm off to play my nerdy Computer Games ( Another Blog post coming about that soon)
Peace out Girl Scouts
I would have taken it back down, but I don't know how to and I can't be screwed to either.
So I'm not dead in a drain from my report card. Either way, Happy holidays guys, and much appreciations if you could like tell me what I could do to possibly improve my writing. Pls.... Thanks XD
Seeya Guys, I'm off to play my nerdy Computer Games ( Another Blog post coming about that soon)
Peace out Girl Scouts
Friday, July 5, 2013
I still don't get it
I still don't get what the hell people get onto my blog to read about, considering my latest 'blog' post only has three view, and the sats say I had 21 people come and view my blog yesterday. What the hell do you people read on my blog??? O_o
Continued on from yesterday... Or whenever I get this blog post up.
"Delilah! I have no choice! There ISN'T another way!" Kyle whispered.
"Kyle! I know Sol was an important friend for both of us. I know you miss him already, but you just can't do that! It's suicide! And those who have made a pact with... you know... HER, they never seem to have their fates end well! You know this!" Delilah retorted.
"Of course I know this! As if I don't!" Kyle replied angrily "Besides! He would do the same for us if he were in our situation! YOU of all people would know that". Kyle turned away, tears in his eyes.
Delilah hesitated, unsure whether to try and stop her dear friend, or grab at the chance to get Sol back. After their talk back at the base in New Seoul, they had been closer than they had ever gotten. She blushed and stormed off, leaving Kyle staring after her. He turned around and walked out of the base of Operations, waving his identification card at the guard at the gates.
"Just out for a walk" he said miserably to the Guard.
"Bad weather for walk you don't think?" asked the Korean guard in bad English.
"Whatever" replied Kyle as he stalked off into the city.
Kyle knew he had a job to do, and he wasn't going to fail at it. Not in front of Delilah, and he definitely wasn't going to fail it for Sol.
Continued on from yesterday... Or whenever I get this blog post up.
"Delilah! I have no choice! There ISN'T another way!" Kyle whispered.
"Kyle! I know Sol was an important friend for both of us. I know you miss him already, but you just can't do that! It's suicide! And those who have made a pact with... you know... HER, they never seem to have their fates end well! You know this!" Delilah retorted.
"Of course I know this! As if I don't!" Kyle replied angrily "Besides! He would do the same for us if he were in our situation! YOU of all people would know that". Kyle turned away, tears in his eyes.
Delilah hesitated, unsure whether to try and stop her dear friend, or grab at the chance to get Sol back. After their talk back at the base in New Seoul, they had been closer than they had ever gotten. She blushed and stormed off, leaving Kyle staring after her. He turned around and walked out of the base of Operations, waving his identification card at the guard at the gates.
"Just out for a walk" he said miserably to the Guard.
"Bad weather for walk you don't think?" asked the Korean guard in bad English.
"Whatever" replied Kyle as he stalked off into the city.
Kyle knew he had a job to do, and he wasn't going to fail at it. Not in front of Delilah, and he definitely wasn't going to fail it for Sol.
Sol couldn’t recall
exactly what had happened after he had supposedly died. He couldn’t tell if he
was dead either. But he felt dead, and after getting a slight bearing of where
he was, he definitely felt like he was in the realm of death. Everywhere around
him, there was darkness. Sol turned 360 degrees, scanning the pitch black for
any signs of life. He couldn’t find anything, and then he turned an extra 720
degrees just to make sure.
I had heard many stories about what death might look like, but I never knew it would be so pitch black…. And boring Thought Sol. I wonder if I can move?
Sol looked down at his feet, and was surprised to find his feet missing. The bottom half of his body was replaced by a spectral glow, in the shape of a candle flame upside down. The light which emanated from his spectral body was blue green, and other-worldly. Sol tilted forward with his ghostly form, and found that he could move in whichever direction he wanted, provided it was not up.
Moving in ghost form is kinda like riding a segway… Not that I’ve ever ridden a segway before. Sol thought. I’m kind of enjoying it, but really there isn’t much fun to riding a ghostly body segway to pitch black scenery.
After moving around aimlessly for what seemed like a very long time, Sol decided it wasn’t worth the effort to move without a goal.
I might just run out of breath riding an invisible body segway Sol smirked. Wait… what? Whoa. No. What. I’m not breathing. And I’m still alive… well… Dead… What? Ugh this dead thing is still not comprehensible to me. I still can’t believe I’m dead. Jesus Christ. I want out of here. DAMMIT! What? I can’t speak as well? Well, I’m opening my mouth, and it ‘feels’ like I’m speaking… This is so confusing… Yeah, I definitely want outta here. I’M OFF
Sol raced along with his ghostly body, whether he was going anywhere too fast, he didn’t know because everything was just pitch black. Sol went on and on this time, tirelessly racing along the pitch black of death. However, no matter how fast Sol tried to float, all he was doing was racing around in circles.
I had heard many stories about what death might look like, but I never knew it would be so pitch black…. And boring Thought Sol. I wonder if I can move?
Sol looked down at his feet, and was surprised to find his feet missing. The bottom half of his body was replaced by a spectral glow, in the shape of a candle flame upside down. The light which emanated from his spectral body was blue green, and other-worldly. Sol tilted forward with his ghostly form, and found that he could move in whichever direction he wanted, provided it was not up.
Moving in ghost form is kinda like riding a segway… Not that I’ve ever ridden a segway before. Sol thought. I’m kind of enjoying it, but really there isn’t much fun to riding a ghostly body segway to pitch black scenery.
After moving around aimlessly for what seemed like a very long time, Sol decided it wasn’t worth the effort to move without a goal.
I might just run out of breath riding an invisible body segway Sol smirked. Wait… what? Whoa. No. What. I’m not breathing. And I’m still alive… well… Dead… What? Ugh this dead thing is still not comprehensible to me. I still can’t believe I’m dead. Jesus Christ. I want out of here. DAMMIT! What? I can’t speak as well? Well, I’m opening my mouth, and it ‘feels’ like I’m speaking… This is so confusing… Yeah, I definitely want outta here. I’M OFF
Sol raced along with his ghostly body, whether he was going anywhere too fast, he didn’t know because everything was just pitch black. Sol went on and on this time, tirelessly racing along the pitch black of death. However, no matter how fast Sol tried to float, all he was doing was racing around in circles.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Okay.. FUCK THIS SHIT
HAI t(<.<t) you
I have had something on my chest for so long that I've been meaning to get it off, but I've been too scared to shout it out loud to my friends. Why? because they'd think I'm a narcissistic, arrogant, ungrateful prick. BUT FOR GODS SAKE I NEED TO GET IT OFF. It's like a heavyweight chain that's pierced through me and then sagged down into an endless hole. I FUCKING HATE IT.
For those of you who remember, if you can even bother to bring it up in your memory, I had this retarded depression mood swing on one maths class I think on a Friday. I sat there, being hugged by Lushimi, feeling like absolute shit. Why? Because I hit upon a realisation. I don't fit into my group. I don't fit in with anyone in my friendship group, nor do fit in with anyone else I know for that matter. YOU (If you know who I am talking about.... ooops) may say 'Get over it' well tO_Ot) YOU. Everytime at lunch it's like Jesus christ where the fuck can I go to FUCKING TALK TO SOMEBODY?? I mean WHAT THE FUCK! SERIOUSLY. I'm bored out of my mind so much, and inside our friendship groups, there are these micro friendship groups. I'm not in any of them either. FUCK THAT SHIT. For those of you who viewed my maths book at that time, you may have noticed the words REJECT, or AFTERTHOUGHT written in extremely bold and angry letters. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I FEEL LIKE. AN ANFTERTHOUGHT!! Oh remember that friendship group we had back in Highschool??? Yeah, there was ***** ***** **** **** andd.... who was that other Kid?? Oh Right! MEE!Q@#$@#
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I FUCKING HATE IT SO MUCH. I mean, it's not like I've been ditched, well maybe a bit, but more like I've just been left for better friends. FUCK
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ggwp
Peace out Girl SCOUTILUQJGAKHSITURY^&(*$@^.....s
I have had something on my chest for so long that I've been meaning to get it off, but I've been too scared to shout it out loud to my friends. Why? because they'd think I'm a narcissistic, arrogant, ungrateful prick. BUT FOR GODS SAKE I NEED TO GET IT OFF. It's like a heavyweight chain that's pierced through me and then sagged down into an endless hole. I FUCKING HATE IT.
For those of you who remember, if you can even bother to bring it up in your memory, I had this retarded depression mood swing on one maths class I think on a Friday. I sat there, being hugged by Lushimi, feeling like absolute shit. Why? Because I hit upon a realisation. I don't fit into my group. I don't fit in with anyone in my friendship group, nor do fit in with anyone else I know for that matter. YOU (If you know who I am talking about.... ooops) may say 'Get over it' well tO_Ot) YOU. Everytime at lunch it's like Jesus christ where the fuck can I go to FUCKING TALK TO SOMEBODY?? I mean WHAT THE FUCK! SERIOUSLY. I'm bored out of my mind so much, and inside our friendship groups, there are these micro friendship groups. I'm not in any of them either. FUCK THAT SHIT. For those of you who viewed my maths book at that time, you may have noticed the words REJECT, or AFTERTHOUGHT written in extremely bold and angry letters. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I FEEL LIKE. AN ANFTERTHOUGHT!! Oh remember that friendship group we had back in Highschool??? Yeah, there was ***** ***** **** **** andd.... who was that other Kid?? Oh Right! MEE!Q@#$@#
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I FUCKING HATE IT SO MUCH. I mean, it's not like I've been ditched, well maybe a bit, but more like I've just been left for better friends. FUCK
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Peace out Girl SCOUTILUQJGAKHSITURY^&(*$@^.....s
Road Ready
Starting this blog in Road Ready class... Probably going to finish it back at home.
I'm SO bored. Upuli's being a bitch again, to be fair, I was being a bitch as well. But FUCK. Oh shut up. Not everyone carries around headphones.
First, I want to give you guys a definition. The word is ZXCVBNMLKJHGFDSAQWERTYUIOP
It is a word used to describe a state of extreme boredom. They are so bored that they roll their finger from the bottom left letter, z, and move it right, until the letter m, and the repeat from the letter l, from right to left, and then again, from the letter q, from left to right. See? I'm so bored thjat I just made up a retarded word and defined it. God damn I'm Bored.
ANTHONY: WHO ROAD READY??? COME ON BABY!!
stfu anthony, jesus christ. He's the most annyoing prick of all god damn time. Idk why I even bother listening to him half the time, but his voice is jsut so... duh. I hate it. I could go on for a while about how much I hate this person or that person but meh. I can't be screwed to write about that, although I can be screwed to write about me not writing about people that I hate. Im bored as hell.
ANTHONY : LET'S GET ROAD READY!!! YEAHYO!
stfu.
[So, as most of you guys can probably tell, I'm in road ready class. Which mean's I'm skipping school for three whole days to study stuff on the road and BAC and bascially common sense questions.
What should you do when the traffic lights turn red? Idk, maybe I should floor the accelerator, go at 120km/h and completely steamroll the oncoming cars. That's the right answer. Or
When you see a sign that says NO RIGHT TURN you should
a) Turn right immedately, ramming yourself into the curb and other pedestrains,
b) Turn left jsut to spite the sign
c) Turn right because there is a dirt ramp to jump off into a pool
d) Do what the sign says.
I choose b) because that's the most logical answer. I mean, you probably shouldn't do what the sign says because it's a trap that the driving instructors set up to make you fail your test. Duh.
! Driving Test Results !
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! fail !
I'm probably going to screw the test over and be that one person who fails the test. I can't concentrate at all. fuuuuurrrrrkkkkk.....
Like, my english tutor tells me that my mind is like a butterfly, constantly flitting about from one idea to another, never able to concentrate on one thing fully, so I have many ideas, I just can never expand them properly. And so he's tried many times to get me to concentrate on one thing. But as long as it's something boring or work related, I don't think I will ever be able to concentrate on it, unless my life like seriously depends on it. ] - The part I wrote at Road Ready
[I also absolutely hate deadlines. If I feel stressed about it, I just can't seem to do a good job of it, unless it's a presentation, in which case I feel confident right up until I hear everyone else's presentations, and then I crumble because theirs is so much better than mine. :P I don't know why, but I also feel more obligated to do something if it's voluntary, more than if it is mandatory.
btw, Growing old is mandatory, Growing Mature is voluntary.
Also, I recently started to write excerpts for my would be story. I just decided that it would be a nice change from what I was putting up on this crap old blog anyways . :D ] - The part I wrote at home
Peace out Girl Scouts
I'm SO bored. Upuli's being a bitch again, to be fair, I was being a bitch as well. But FUCK. Oh shut up. Not everyone carries around headphones.
First, I want to give you guys a definition. The word is ZXCVBNMLKJHGFDSAQWERTYUIOP
It is a word used to describe a state of extreme boredom. They are so bored that they roll their finger from the bottom left letter, z, and move it right, until the letter m, and the repeat from the letter l, from right to left, and then again, from the letter q, from left to right. See? I'm so bored thjat I just made up a retarded word and defined it. God damn I'm Bored.
ANTHONY: WHO ROAD READY??? COME ON BABY!!
stfu anthony, jesus christ. He's the most annyoing prick of all god damn time. Idk why I even bother listening to him half the time, but his voice is jsut so... duh. I hate it. I could go on for a while about how much I hate this person or that person but meh. I can't be screwed to write about that, although I can be screwed to write about me not writing about people that I hate. Im bored as hell.
ANTHONY : LET'S GET ROAD READY!!! YEAHYO!
stfu.
[So, as most of you guys can probably tell, I'm in road ready class. Which mean's I'm skipping school for three whole days to study stuff on the road and BAC and bascially common sense questions.
What should you do when the traffic lights turn red? Idk, maybe I should floor the accelerator, go at 120km/h and completely steamroll the oncoming cars. That's the right answer. Or
When you see a sign that says NO RIGHT TURN you should
a) Turn right immedately, ramming yourself into the curb and other pedestrains,
b) Turn left jsut to spite the sign
c) Turn right because there is a dirt ramp to jump off into a pool
d) Do what the sign says.
I choose b) because that's the most logical answer. I mean, you probably shouldn't do what the sign says because it's a trap that the driving instructors set up to make you fail your test. Duh.
! Driving Test Results !
! !
! !
! !
! !
! !
! fail !
I'm probably going to screw the test over and be that one person who fails the test. I can't concentrate at all. fuuuuurrrrrkkkkk.....
Like, my english tutor tells me that my mind is like a butterfly, constantly flitting about from one idea to another, never able to concentrate on one thing fully, so I have many ideas, I just can never expand them properly. And so he's tried many times to get me to concentrate on one thing. But as long as it's something boring or work related, I don't think I will ever be able to concentrate on it, unless my life like seriously depends on it. ] - The part I wrote at Road Ready
[I also absolutely hate deadlines. If I feel stressed about it, I just can't seem to do a good job of it, unless it's a presentation, in which case I feel confident right up until I hear everyone else's presentations, and then I crumble because theirs is so much better than mine. :P I don't know why, but I also feel more obligated to do something if it's voluntary, more than if it is mandatory.
btw, Growing old is mandatory, Growing Mature is voluntary.
Also, I recently started to write excerpts for my would be story. I just decided that it would be a nice change from what I was putting up on this crap old blog anyways . :D ] - The part I wrote at home
Peace out Girl Scouts
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