Welcome to Jae's How To.
In this show we ( I) Will be showing you HOW TO do stuff.
Today, I will be showing you HOW TO fold the INFINITE CARD
First.
Get a piece of paper.
Second.
Go follow Jae around until he fold you one.
(I was bored)
Bai.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Boring Stuff that you really don't want to read. I.e Mum.
Me :I'm pretty busy today mum. I gotta practise for this show thingy <===== (Note the deliberate use of thingy to not reveal the exact nature of the show) , and some assignments and stuff.
Mum :What? What sort of show?
Me :Uhhhh..... Just... a show, put on by the school...
Mum :YOU HAVE SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS!!! WHY ARE YOU WASTING YOUR TIME ON STUFF LIKE THIS???
Me :....... O.o
Mum :It's only for one day right?
Me :Yeah.....
Mum :(Extremely long sigh) Fine. Whatever.
Me :....... (Bitch)
Mum :Jesus christ, why are you entering this you stupid little prick? You can't even finish your work on time without these worthless distractions and now you're entering this stupid show. What do you seriously expect to achieve with this? You don't even have any talent you little fuck. I really don't see a point to these shenanigans. You're so shit that I hardly reckon you'll get anywhere in both this and your normal life. I mean,just look at you, you're a skinny little prick who can't do anything properly. I mean, you're so stupid you got a D in Science last semester. You're so bad at piano it's a wonder you've gotten tihs far. You suck at sport so much because you never eat anything. And you're so weak you're not even worth paying any attention to. Every cent I spend on you is a waste. I could be funding poor children who don't have an education right now. But because of stupid regulations and rules, I'm being forced to spend it on you you little wasteful bastard. As soon as you finish college, I'm kicking you out of the house so you can go ahead and kill yourself then for all I care. In fact, why don't you just go outside and die on the road now? You're a worthless piece of junk like every other car runs over. I hope you know that as soon as I can kick you out of the house, I'm not giving you any money so you better find a job now and start working because I'm not going to even pay attention to you after that.
Back to my original point, why are you even going to enter this talent show? You're so bad at singing and playing piano. Do you really think you can do anything with THAT kind of skill? You can't even get a practical report written right. It's a wonder you haven't been kicked out of LEAP yet. I bet all of the teachers are shaking their heads at you and thinking 'This one's a lost cause. He doesn't deserve to be in LEAP'.
*And it goes ooon and ooon and oon and ooon* (Don't stop Believing reference)
Me :..... (Thanks mum)
*Note* The Above ^^^^ Abuse that I typed into here, is all the things that she said about me at that time. There was possibly more.All the things said to me above are all things she said.
Gee I have a great mum.
Peace Out Girls Scouts
Mum :What? What sort of show?
Me :Uhhhh..... Just... a show, put on by the school...
Mum :YOU HAVE SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS!!! WHY ARE YOU WASTING YOUR TIME ON STUFF LIKE THIS???
Me :....... O.o
Mum :It's only for one day right?
Me :Yeah.....
Mum :(Extremely long sigh) Fine. Whatever.
Me :....... (Bitch)
Mum :Jesus christ, why are you entering this you stupid little prick? You can't even finish your work on time without these worthless distractions and now you're entering this stupid show. What do you seriously expect to achieve with this? You don't even have any talent you little fuck. I really don't see a point to these shenanigans. You're so shit that I hardly reckon you'll get anywhere in both this and your normal life. I mean,just look at you, you're a skinny little prick who can't do anything properly. I mean, you're so stupid you got a D in Science last semester. You're so bad at piano it's a wonder you've gotten tihs far. You suck at sport so much because you never eat anything. And you're so weak you're not even worth paying any attention to. Every cent I spend on you is a waste. I could be funding poor children who don't have an education right now. But because of stupid regulations and rules, I'm being forced to spend it on you you little wasteful bastard. As soon as you finish college, I'm kicking you out of the house so you can go ahead and kill yourself then for all I care. In fact, why don't you just go outside and die on the road now? You're a worthless piece of junk like every other car runs over. I hope you know that as soon as I can kick you out of the house, I'm not giving you any money so you better find a job now and start working because I'm not going to even pay attention to you after that.
Back to my original point, why are you even going to enter this talent show? You're so bad at singing and playing piano. Do you really think you can do anything with THAT kind of skill? You can't even get a practical report written right. It's a wonder you haven't been kicked out of LEAP yet. I bet all of the teachers are shaking their heads at you and thinking 'This one's a lost cause. He doesn't deserve to be in LEAP'.
*And it goes ooon and ooon and oon and ooon* (Don't stop Believing reference)
Me :..... (Thanks mum)
*Note* The Above ^^^^ Abuse that I typed into here, is all the things that she said about me at that time. There was possibly more.All the things said to me above are all things she said.
Gee I have a great mum.
Peace Out Girls Scouts
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
The Master Plan
Trust me, this will work.
If we pull this off
Our work we shirk.
And watch the greatest plan of all.
If we pull this off
Our work we shirk.
And watch the greatest plan of all.
I have this plan!
This genius plan.
The type which ought to
Put us behind the bars.
But it's risk versus reward.
Do you want to spend the rest of your life
Sitting behind the counter?
You are a coward and
a Chicken!
AM NOT!
I can see you're refusing
So I will close my hand of help and
leave you to rot in your
cell you call your mind
which traps you and
decays you slowly
bringing you to your DEATH!
Should I take this hand?
If I do my life is complete yet also over.
I would be higher than I ever was,
And yet be dealing with the scum
Of the Earth.
This is not how I expected it to be
But with choice all against me!
I WILL TAKE THIS HAND
AND CLAIM MY RIGHTFUL
PLACE AMONG
THE GODS!
Sir you have chosen right
And you will soon be
One of the most famed
And renowned people in the world
So let this Master Plan go on!
And Watch your ranking rise!
(You will then fall like the scum you are,
And you can watch as everything you knew crumbles back around you)
(Hahahahahah!
HHHHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAAAAHAA!!!)
My (Mis)Adventures through Elo Hell
I'm sorry for those of you who can't understand this foreign language I will be speaking for this blog post but. I need to speak about this.
E-L-O Hell. The very rock bottom of the pit of retard. Player cannot get worse than in ELO Hell. Seriously. The very idea of a 'Ranked Game' also kinda doesn't make sense. Of course I talk all the time about raising my Ee Ell Oh, but honestly, some part of me stays confused. I say to myself... What??? I'm playing a Free-to-play game, competitively, with players I have NEVER even met before, in my life. And I'm screaming and raging at them along side many others. And I don't understand, why i get so mad about a game, which gives me no benefit, other than rather unusual entertainment.
I feel as though, every ten players, you'll have somebody who understand that it's a FUN game, and we shouldn't stress over this 'RANKED GAME' , because we're not pros. So we sit and talk calmly while we're losing, about our lives. Not that of the game. And Yet, 9 out of those 10 player, will scream, rage, flame and hurl abuse at you, just so they can get that extra lp to get them into their cardboard 5 promos.
There's something very wrong about that, and me.
Oh my head hurts.
So League has a lot of toxic players on it. It's hardly surprising to see some random you've never seen before start to insult you and call you an all manner of names.
-Commence Writing here-
That was from... No wait. That was for... Bad way to explain it.... O.o
Okay. The above thingy was because I was writing it from a few days ago. And I'm writing the second part to this post a while after I wrote the first one.
So Toxic player. You usually get those people in every games, unless it's something like a maths game... And even then there are probably those really smart kids who look down on other saying like. OMG You can't solve the problem if x = y+ 257776738475665 / 982657615487627986 - 665656 x 42? YOU SUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! and all that jazz. So bascailly... I'm losng track of all thoughts now and I don't know half of what I'm actually saying.
I'm just trying to say, don't let the toxic player get you down, just as they say, practice makes perfect. Although a little less in this case because gaming is quite bad for your health if done at extended time (Unless it's an fps shooting game, then a few scientists have managed to prove that fps games actually improve your eyesight by slight amounts) EITHER WAY. Yeah. Just stay positive, and...
IDK go get a life. Unlike me.
Peace Out Girl Scouts.
E-L-O Hell. The very rock bottom of the pit of retard. Player cannot get worse than in ELO Hell. Seriously. The very idea of a 'Ranked Game' also kinda doesn't make sense. Of course I talk all the time about raising my Ee Ell Oh, but honestly, some part of me stays confused. I say to myself... What??? I'm playing a Free-to-play game, competitively, with players I have NEVER even met before, in my life. And I'm screaming and raging at them along side many others. And I don't understand, why i get so mad about a game, which gives me no benefit, other than rather unusual entertainment.
I feel as though, every ten players, you'll have somebody who understand that it's a FUN game, and we shouldn't stress over this 'RANKED GAME' , because we're not pros. So we sit and talk calmly while we're losing, about our lives. Not that of the game. And Yet, 9 out of those 10 player, will scream, rage, flame and hurl abuse at you, just so they can get that extra lp to get them into their cardboard 5 promos.
There's something very wrong about that, and me.
Oh my head hurts.
So League has a lot of toxic players on it. It's hardly surprising to see some random you've never seen before start to insult you and call you an all manner of names.
-Commence Writing here-
That was from... No wait. That was for... Bad way to explain it.... O.o
Okay. The above thingy was because I was writing it from a few days ago. And I'm writing the second part to this post a while after I wrote the first one.
So Toxic player. You usually get those people in every games, unless it's something like a maths game... And even then there are probably those really smart kids who look down on other saying like. OMG You can't solve the problem if x = y+ 257776738475665 / 982657615487627986 - 665656 x 42? YOU SUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! and all that jazz. So bascailly... I'm losng track of all thoughts now and I don't know half of what I'm actually saying.
I'm just trying to say, don't let the toxic player get you down, just as they say, practice makes perfect. Although a little less in this case because gaming is quite bad for your health if done at extended time (Unless it's an fps shooting game, then a few scientists have managed to prove that fps games actually improve your eyesight by slight amounts) EITHER WAY. Yeah. Just stay positive, and...
IDK go get a life. Unlike me.
Peace Out Girl Scouts.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
-Insert Title Here-
So basically everyone around me seems to be having some sort of relationship prob-
SUP (I forgot to say herro)
Herro dere
-lems. Except for me. Which I kinda have mixed feelings towards. First, I don't have to be stressing about how I look in front of this or that person, or even WHO I like in some instances. So instead I can lax a bit and enjoy my time a bit more, instead of hopelessly trying to chat up a girl. I mean, sure it's nice having company around, but I think I prefer it more when I DON'T don't have company, I like the nice and quiet, and I also like it how there isn't an awkward silence between each and every conversation.
However, yes it does get lonely. :P I mean, silence is good and all, but everytime I end up alone somehow, even if it means just parents out of the house, or I was off doing my own thing for a while at school, I feel the silence pressing in on all sides of me like a vice, and that's when I start wishing I had at least someone to talk to. Also, not having a crush on anybody makes me feel like a heartless bitch. I mean, it's not that I don't care for people... I just find it... disheartening to talk to many people, because when the conversation comes to an end, they usually had that look of 'I had better things to do, I just wasted three minutes of my life talking to this guy'. I'm a people person, I'm just not a conversation guy. If you want to talk to someone, talk to Nick. Some form of entertainment guaranteed.
Soooo..... I don't know why.
You know what. I'll just avoid everything else.
Much Like DongHoon. I'm confused. And If I make the wrong move.
Something bad might come crashing down on me.
I don't like the sound of that.
So I'll just wait a while. I'll see what I can do, and when the time is right, you'll know.
Don't ask me how, it just somehow ended up this way.
Owch.
Peace out Girl Scouts
SUP (I forgot to say herro)
Herro dere
-lems. Except for me. Which I kinda have mixed feelings towards. First, I don't have to be stressing about how I look in front of this or that person, or even WHO I like in some instances. So instead I can lax a bit and enjoy my time a bit more, instead of hopelessly trying to chat up a girl. I mean, sure it's nice having company around, but I think I prefer it more when I DON'T don't have company, I like the nice and quiet, and I also like it how there isn't an awkward silence between each and every conversation.
However, yes it does get lonely. :P I mean, silence is good and all, but everytime I end up alone somehow, even if it means just parents out of the house, or I was off doing my own thing for a while at school, I feel the silence pressing in on all sides of me like a vice, and that's when I start wishing I had at least someone to talk to. Also, not having a crush on anybody makes me feel like a heartless bitch. I mean, it's not that I don't care for people... I just find it... disheartening to talk to many people, because when the conversation comes to an end, they usually had that look of 'I had better things to do, I just wasted three minutes of my life talking to this guy'. I'm a people person, I'm just not a conversation guy. If you want to talk to someone, talk to Nick. Some form of entertainment guaranteed.
Soooo..... I don't know why.
You know what. I'll just avoid everything else.
Much Like DongHoon. I'm confused. And If I make the wrong move.
Something bad might come crashing down on me.
I don't like the sound of that.
So I'll just wait a while. I'll see what I can do, and when the time is right, you'll know.
Don't ask me how, it just somehow ended up this way.
Owch.
Peace out Girl Scouts
Monday, August 12, 2013
That is just Absurd
Something is quite abnormal about you guys O.o (jk jk)
Sersiouly? 28~31 pageviews respectively for saturday and sunday? I think you guys have very twisted idea of entertainment. :P
So for those of you who don't actually understand what that last blog post was about, you will remain in the darkeness because it is something I highly regret and probably shouldn't have done :P. I mean, it's great and all that, but...eeeehhhhhh it's just.... .Let's just put it at 'I'm asserting my position over certain lesser individuals *cough* Bailey *cough*'. You still prohbably won't understand what I'm talking about so I'm just going to abruptly end this parag-
Well, now that we are over the pleasantries as shared above, let's move STRAIGHT into rage mode.
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The above passage is describing the unbearable rage I feel.
I hate my life simply for the reason that my parents exist. And that most of my friends are or just don't seem to want to understand the more complex things in a social group, but that aside, seriously.
I
Hate
My
Parents.
Now repeat after me. I H M P. So what do you think gave me this sudden urge to absolutely hate about my parents over the net? Try and gues- Your time is up you failed.
Sometimes something like that happens, where the give you a question, don't wait for any time to even let me think of an answer, push me for and answer then slap me in the face because I didn't spit out an answer fast enough. And guess what happens if I say 'Give me time to think'? They give me and extre 2.5 milliseconds to think of an answer. Yipee.
And also. I have one thing I AB-SOL-OOT-LEE HHHHHHAAAAAAA888888 about my mum. Just then, I asked her 'Where is blahdeblah sauce?' and what does she do? She says 'there' without any indication as to where it is, she doesn't even look up from her cooking. She just says 'there'. To make matters more confusing, we have two fridges in our house, in rather close proximity of each other. So you can kinda tell I'd be very confuse is you just said 'there' about the sauce. And so I asked, 'where?'
And then she exploded. And blood and guts rained down allllll over the- No. She didn't actually explode, she just went off and had a go at me for 'Not knowing where I keep the sauce when you've been told where the sauce is a hundred times!'. First of all, I REAAAAALLLLLLYYYY wanted to say Jesus christ calm the fuck down! And you can see how I would be absolutely justified to say that. See, if you've really been telling me where the fucking sauce is for a hundred times, I'm pretty sure telling me the position of the sauce for the hundred and first time is NOT THAT HARD. Seriously, I'm not asking her to tell me 'The Sauce is located in the fridge to the left side of you on x-500 y-268 and z-336 with an angled elevation of 38 degrees, and you must bend upwards 60 degrees to catch a glimpse of the top right corner of the box where the sauce is kept. I'm not asking for nay of that. I just want to know which fridge, and where in the fridge.
Fucks' Sake.
Peace out Giiiiiiirly girly girl Scouts.
Sersiouly? 28~31 pageviews respectively for saturday and sunday? I think you guys have very twisted idea of entertainment. :P
So for those of you who don't actually understand what that last blog post was about, you will remain in the darkeness because it is something I highly regret and probably shouldn't have done :P. I mean, it's great and all that, but...eeeehhhhhh it's just.... .Let's just put it at 'I'm asserting my position over certain lesser individuals *cough* Bailey *cough*'. You still prohbably won't understand what I'm talking about so I'm just going to abruptly end this parag-
Well, now that we are over the pleasantries as shared above, let's move STRAIGHT into rage mode.
XXHDGFKMDTX NFHMJKJ.,HF
The above passage is describing the unbearable rage I feel.
I hate my life simply for the reason that my parents exist. And that most of my friends are or just don't seem to want to understand the more complex things in a social group, but that aside, seriously.
I
Hate
My
Parents.
Now repeat after me. I H M P. So what do you think gave me this sudden urge to absolutely hate about my parents over the net? Try and gues- Your time is up you failed.
Sometimes something like that happens, where the give you a question, don't wait for any time to even let me think of an answer, push me for and answer then slap me in the face because I didn't spit out an answer fast enough. And guess what happens if I say 'Give me time to think'? They give me and extre 2.5 milliseconds to think of an answer. Yipee.
And also. I have one thing I AB-SOL-OOT-LEE HHHHHHAAAAAAA888888 about my mum. Just then, I asked her 'Where is blahdeblah sauce?' and what does she do? She says 'there' without any indication as to where it is, she doesn't even look up from her cooking. She just says 'there'. To make matters more confusing, we have two fridges in our house, in rather close proximity of each other. So you can kinda tell I'd be very confuse is you just said 'there' about the sauce. And so I asked, 'where?'
And then she exploded. And blood and guts rained down allllll over the- No. She didn't actually explode, she just went off and had a go at me for 'Not knowing where I keep the sauce when you've been told where the sauce is a hundred times!'. First of all, I REAAAAALLLLLLYYYY wanted to say Jesus christ calm the fuck down! And you can see how I would be absolutely justified to say that. See, if you've really been telling me where the fucking sauce is for a hundred times, I'm pretty sure telling me the position of the sauce for the hundred and first time is NOT THAT HARD. Seriously, I'm not asking her to tell me 'The Sauce is located in the fridge to the left side of you on x-500 y-268 and z-336 with an angled elevation of 38 degrees, and you must bend upwards 60 degrees to catch a glimpse of the top right corner of the box where the sauce is kept. I'm not asking for nay of that. I just want to know which fridge, and where in the fridge.
Fucks' Sake.
Peace out Giiiiiiirly girly girl Scouts.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
YEUS YEUS YEUS YEUS YEUS YEUSSSSSSSS (My Diary out of Elo Hell)
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Friday, August 9, 2013
As Somebody once said
Fuck the Meta.
You gotta be this or that to be good.
I'm not this or that person.
This person's better than me.
I can't seem to get better than omg this person.
He's so perfect.
I can't possibly do this or that
Because this person's so much better than me at it.
You know what?
then say;
F-U-C-K T-H-E M-E-T-A
Grovel and pity yourself all you want,
it's just not going to happen. So why bother grovelling and pitying yourself?
Go out and do something about it if you really want to get better at something or other. I once heard a teacher say to a student, 'If you have time to complain to me about all the homework you have, why aren't you spending your time doing the homework instead?'.
Inspirational words RIGHT there. If you want to change something or be better than this or that than some person or other, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
And swear off this disgusting meta and think for yourself. This world is only so small, and our lives only so short. So I don't have time to be thinking about how this person is better than me at this. I don't care if they are (Unless it's piano. Then I strive to be better than them, but that's different :P I have confidence I can play piano well, so if I see someone who's better than me, I'm reminded I'm not Beethoven, or Debussy, and I want to practice and get better.) And I certainly don't have the head space to be worrying about them.
How much head space do you think I have? I'm not a computer with a trillion gigabyte's worth of memory.
And What's 'socially acceptable'? I hate that term so much I swear to god I would shoot the words if they we're manifested as a persons. *In a mocking asian parent's voice* Why can't you be like this or that person? This person study's in the library for 6 hours a day after school. Why can't you sit still for even 5 hours and do that? Why aren't you 60% like this person? If you we're even 1% like this korean boy My life would be made so much easier. You are the type of kid who makes parents commit suicide. You don't deserve to live on this planet. Get out of my house stupid child. Fuck You Fuck the Meta And Fuck all smart people.
Peace out Girl Scouts.
You gotta be this or that to be good.
I'm not this or that person.
This person's better than me.
I can't seem to get better than omg this person.
He's so perfect.
I can't possibly do this or that
Because this person's so much better than me at it.
You know what?
then say;
F-U-C-K T-H-E M-E-T-A
Grovel and pity yourself all you want,
it's just not going to happen. So why bother grovelling and pitying yourself?
Go out and do something about it if you really want to get better at something or other. I once heard a teacher say to a student, 'If you have time to complain to me about all the homework you have, why aren't you spending your time doing the homework instead?'.
Inspirational words RIGHT there. If you want to change something or be better than this or that than some person or other, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
And swear off this disgusting meta and think for yourself. This world is only so small, and our lives only so short. So I don't have time to be thinking about how this person is better than me at this. I don't care if they are (Unless it's piano. Then I strive to be better than them, but that's different :P I have confidence I can play piano well, so if I see someone who's better than me, I'm reminded I'm not Beethoven, or Debussy, and I want to practice and get better.) And I certainly don't have the head space to be worrying about them.
How much head space do you think I have? I'm not a computer with a trillion gigabyte's worth of memory.
And What's 'socially acceptable'? I hate that term so much I swear to god I would shoot the words if they we're manifested as a persons. *In a mocking asian parent's voice* Why can't you be like this or that person? This person study's in the library for 6 hours a day after school. Why can't you sit still for even 5 hours and do that? Why aren't you 60% like this person? If you we're even 1% like this korean boy My life would be made so much easier. You are the type of kid who makes parents commit suicide. You don't deserve to live on this planet. Get out of my house stupid child. Fuck You Fuck the Meta And Fuck all smart people.
Peace out Girl Scouts.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
The Story of My Life
Continued from the Story in the last blog post.
Sixteen. Some people may call it sweet sixteen, others may call it the age of Responsibility. I was just happy that I was sixteen, and finally in a relationship. I had the joy of asking out the girl I had a crush on since the start of year seven. I, Solomon Olympia, of the Hole of Canberra (Fyshwicke) was finally in a relationship. After three and a half years of being single, I was enjoying the company of my significant other. Delilah Cherokee, physics extrodinaire, and possessor of the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. Her eyes were a beautiful lilac purple, tinged with a sunset red around the pupils. Just looking into her eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as it was like looking into a field of Lilac flowers on a sunset. Her hair flowed around her back, in curly locks, and some fell over her face. She was a few inches shorter than me, and we had our differences, but we loved each other nonetheless. Me and Delilah, along with my best mate Kyle, we went everywhere together, though sometimes we did make Kyle look like a bit of a third wheel, we tried our best to still stick around him together. Unfortunately, the good times never lasted. The ONE day, me and kyle weren't around her, she was robbed, and seriously injured. The robber jumped out from an alleyway, whacked Delilah on the head with a lead pipe, knocking her unconscious, and ran away with her bag, wallet and phone. Delilah was induced into a coma because of the blow to the head. To me, the days seemed to crawl by after that. A day without Delilah felt like a day wasted. Every moment after school, I would try to visit her at the hospital if time allowed, and even if time didn't I was still there. Everyday I sat there and regretted me not being there to help Delilah. Not able to help her when she needed me. Of course the robbery wasn't my fault, but I felt bad nonetheless.
I hated the robber who had dared to lay a finger on Delilah, and I hated myself for not being with her. The malice and hate broiled inside of me like water boiling. I started to get snappish and very quickly angered.
Every waking moment was a frustration to me, and every small comment was a snide remark. After a week, I couldn't take it any more. I refused to go to school and instead started to learn a martial arts. I had started learning three martial arts at the same time, Tae Kwon Do, Karate, and Tekken. I was barely a month into the martial arts when I finally got the news that Delilah had recovered from her coma. It was 6 in the morning at the time, but I shouted at my parents that I was going to meet Delilah, and I raced off on my bike towards the hospital. Thankfully the hospital wasn't too far away and I managed to get to it within thirty minutes. My heart was racing at the prospect of seeing Delilah awake and finally kicking after so long. I swerved dangerously past the cars going into the car park and shoved my bike to the side. A nurse asked me "Do you have anyone you want to meet?" and I just shouted at her
"Delilah" and kept running down the familiar path towards Delilah's ward.
I pushed the doors open and screamed with a broken voice
"DELILAH!"
Immediately a doctor clamped a hand over my mouth and said in a very strained voice "SHHHHH!!!" which was very ironically louder than my shout. Even with the doctor's hand clamped over my mouth, my eyes scanned the familiar ward for her face. Then I saw her, she was sitting up in her bed, looking out the window, and she turned towards me and for an instant her eyes locked with mine. However, instead of a gasp of recognition, all I got was a blank stare. I was confused, slightly, but I still forced the doctor away, and ran towards her.
"Delilah, oh god I missed you so much!" I ran towards her, about to hug her when she gave me a puzzled look, kept me at arm's length and asked
"Do I know you?"
My heart felt like it stopped for a second when she said those words.
"Delilah... this.. is a joke right? You're... You're trying to scare me." I stuttered, unsure of myself even as soon as I said the words.
"Doctor, is he allowed to be in here?"
The doctor solemnly shook his head and motioned to me with his hand that he wanted to talk to me.
"Now I know you must be heartbroken, but sonny, you can't just go ahead to mess up procedures. She's fine but some of her memories are gone. Obviously, some of them are of you. You need to give her space. Her head is just going to hurt if your there okay? Just, let her go for a while. I'll try and get here memories back. I'll notify you when that happens."
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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN
Peace out Girl Scouts.
Nom
Sixteen. Some people may call it sweet sixteen, others may call it the age of Responsibility. I was just happy that I was sixteen, and finally in a relationship. I had the joy of asking out the girl I had a crush on since the start of year seven. I, Solomon Olympia, of the Hole of Canberra (Fyshwicke) was finally in a relationship. After three and a half years of being single, I was enjoying the company of my significant other. Delilah Cherokee, physics extrodinaire, and possessor of the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. Her eyes were a beautiful lilac purple, tinged with a sunset red around the pupils. Just looking into her eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as it was like looking into a field of Lilac flowers on a sunset. Her hair flowed around her back, in curly locks, and some fell over her face. She was a few inches shorter than me, and we had our differences, but we loved each other nonetheless. Me and Delilah, along with my best mate Kyle, we went everywhere together, though sometimes we did make Kyle look like a bit of a third wheel, we tried our best to still stick around him together. Unfortunately, the good times never lasted. The ONE day, me and kyle weren't around her, she was robbed, and seriously injured. The robber jumped out from an alleyway, whacked Delilah on the head with a lead pipe, knocking her unconscious, and ran away with her bag, wallet and phone. Delilah was induced into a coma because of the blow to the head. To me, the days seemed to crawl by after that. A day without Delilah felt like a day wasted. Every moment after school, I would try to visit her at the hospital if time allowed, and even if time didn't I was still there. Everyday I sat there and regretted me not being there to help Delilah. Not able to help her when she needed me. Of course the robbery wasn't my fault, but I felt bad nonetheless.
I hated the robber who had dared to lay a finger on Delilah, and I hated myself for not being with her. The malice and hate broiled inside of me like water boiling. I started to get snappish and very quickly angered.
Every waking moment was a frustration to me, and every small comment was a snide remark. After a week, I couldn't take it any more. I refused to go to school and instead started to learn a martial arts. I had started learning three martial arts at the same time, Tae Kwon Do, Karate, and Tekken. I was barely a month into the martial arts when I finally got the news that Delilah had recovered from her coma. It was 6 in the morning at the time, but I shouted at my parents that I was going to meet Delilah, and I raced off on my bike towards the hospital. Thankfully the hospital wasn't too far away and I managed to get to it within thirty minutes. My heart was racing at the prospect of seeing Delilah awake and finally kicking after so long. I swerved dangerously past the cars going into the car park and shoved my bike to the side. A nurse asked me "Do you have anyone you want to meet?" and I just shouted at her
"Delilah" and kept running down the familiar path towards Delilah's ward.
I pushed the doors open and screamed with a broken voice
"DELILAH!"
Immediately a doctor clamped a hand over my mouth and said in a very strained voice "SHHHHH!!!" which was very ironically louder than my shout. Even with the doctor's hand clamped over my mouth, my eyes scanned the familiar ward for her face. Then I saw her, she was sitting up in her bed, looking out the window, and she turned towards me and for an instant her eyes locked with mine. However, instead of a gasp of recognition, all I got was a blank stare. I was confused, slightly, but I still forced the doctor away, and ran towards her.
"Delilah, oh god I missed you so much!" I ran towards her, about to hug her when she gave me a puzzled look, kept me at arm's length and asked
"Do I know you?"
My heart felt like it stopped for a second when she said those words.
"Delilah... this.. is a joke right? You're... You're trying to scare me." I stuttered, unsure of myself even as soon as I said the words.
"Doctor, is he allowed to be in here?"
The doctor solemnly shook his head and motioned to me with his hand that he wanted to talk to me.
"Now I know you must be heartbroken, but sonny, you can't just go ahead to mess up procedures. She's fine but some of her memories are gone. Obviously, some of them are of you. You need to give her space. Her head is just going to hurt if your there okay? Just, let her go for a while. I'll try and get here memories back. I'll notify you when that happens."
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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN
Peace out Girl Scouts.
Nom
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Steps one and two into.. Idk...
A wish for a better title.
Dear blogger.
So lately I've been following one of my friend's blogs really closely. And jeesus christ, he prints out a blog post like he reads out his Pi. He's basically posting one everyday, and that's cool. However, I just want to point out the fact that I'm completely unlike him, and will not have anything to write about for EVERY DAY. See, I like to wait, until something that I find particularly funny,/ragey over comes about, then I write about it. I don't really like the idea of forcing myself onto my computer, everday, just for the sake of getting out a post for you guys. I mean, I don't mean that in the 'I don't want to have to face you guys' kind of way, I just mean that, I see no point in me writing something completely pointless just to satisfy you guys :P. This isn't a dear diary type situation (Although the start of this whole rant says something very different >.< ) And I want to get out -quality- (Cough cough) posts that you guys enjoy, disagree with, or whatever.
Now, also another thing. For those of you who actually do like neat-y-ness and order, should I start trying to post of a kind of pattern? Or should I just continue the way it is? Like, do you guys want to wait longer for a longer post? Or would you like shorter entertainment, that comes out more often? I personally prefer the way I'm going right now, just posting on and off... In my (very not) spare time. Just... idc if you guys don't answer because I'll take it as a yes you can keep it this way. K? And anyway, the final decision is really up to me. :P
That also brings me to a toopic that is completely unrelated! Yay! I would just like to firstly ask... Jesus christ whats gotten into all of you? Seriously, being in love, and a HIGHSCHOOL RELATIONSHIP is VERY VERY different. Of course there are those special cases where a relationship works out, but jesus christ everybody. I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU, (and I know how this feels, I've lost somebody before) BUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP AIN'T SOMETHING SPECIAL! You ain't got no special connection. You guys aren't the PERFECT MATCH for gods sake, you're just two people who seem to like each other. Get OVER the mountain. MOVE ON down the stream. Find a cup with a lid and SHUT THE FULL CUP. I know how it feels. It's heart wrenching. It hurts. I hate it as well. But do you know what the difference between me and you is? I learnt not to dwell in the past. I learnt that staying on something that could have been, was but now is not, isn't a great way to live life. So what are you going to do now? Live depressed for your whole life now that your highschool relationship is over? NO! It was a bloody highschool relationship for god's sake. Move on, find another girl. You're bound to find another girl who's interested in you.
So stop aching about yourself and WAKE UP MORONS.
(If this seems harsh to you, well diddums. You think I like saying harsh words to people? I'm telling this to you because you're my FRIENDS)
Peace out Love Struck Idiotic Girl Scouts.
Dear blogger.
So lately I've been following one of my friend's blogs really closely. And jeesus christ, he prints out a blog post like he reads out his Pi. He's basically posting one everyday, and that's cool. However, I just want to point out the fact that I'm completely unlike him, and will not have anything to write about for EVERY DAY. See, I like to wait, until something that I find particularly funny,/ragey over comes about, then I write about it. I don't really like the idea of forcing myself onto my computer, everday, just for the sake of getting out a post for you guys. I mean, I don't mean that in the 'I don't want to have to face you guys' kind of way, I just mean that, I see no point in me writing something completely pointless just to satisfy you guys :P. This isn't a dear diary type situation (Although the start of this whole rant says something very different >.< ) And I want to get out -quality- (Cough cough) posts that you guys enjoy, disagree with, or whatever.
Now, also another thing. For those of you who actually do like neat-y-ness and order, should I start trying to post of a kind of pattern? Or should I just continue the way it is? Like, do you guys want to wait longer for a longer post? Or would you like shorter entertainment, that comes out more often? I personally prefer the way I'm going right now, just posting on and off... In my (very not) spare time. Just... idc if you guys don't answer because I'll take it as a yes you can keep it this way. K? And anyway, the final decision is really up to me. :P
That also brings me to a toopic that is completely unrelated! Yay! I would just like to firstly ask... Jesus christ whats gotten into all of you? Seriously, being in love, and a HIGHSCHOOL RELATIONSHIP is VERY VERY different. Of course there are those special cases where a relationship works out, but jesus christ everybody. I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU, (and I know how this feels, I've lost somebody before) BUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP AIN'T SOMETHING SPECIAL! You ain't got no special connection. You guys aren't the PERFECT MATCH for gods sake, you're just two people who seem to like each other. Get OVER the mountain. MOVE ON down the stream. Find a cup with a lid and SHUT THE FULL CUP. I know how it feels. It's heart wrenching. It hurts. I hate it as well. But do you know what the difference between me and you is? I learnt not to dwell in the past. I learnt that staying on something that could have been, was but now is not, isn't a great way to live life. So what are you going to do now? Live depressed for your whole life now that your highschool relationship is over? NO! It was a bloody highschool relationship for god's sake. Move on, find another girl. You're bound to find another girl who's interested in you.
So stop aching about yourself and WAKE UP MORONS.
(If this seems harsh to you, well diddums. You think I like saying harsh words to people? I'm telling this to you because you're my FRIENDS)
Peace out Love Struck Idiotic Girl Scouts.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Finally!
Chpt 1...?
Daddy Sol's Stories of his Prime
"Dad~! I'm back!"
"Dad...? DAD??"
Austin Olympia threw his bag onto the floor near the front door, kicking the door shut behind him. He hurriedly took off his sneakers, and shoved them into the shoe rack beside him. He walked down his slightly narrow hallway, which led into the living room. Once he got to the living room, which contained a 7-man rectangular couch and a flat screen T.V on the opposite wall. He saw his dad, with a bunch of his high school friends. They were sitting around the couch and lounging around, listening to Mr Olympia speak:
"... and once he was done with the toast, he fell asleep. His face went straight into the toast!"
All of Austin's friends laughed, and turned around as he walked in.
"Oh Dad, really?"
"Oh hello Austin, welcome back, I was just telling your friends about your adventures with the toaster, a fork, and some bad electricity!" his Dad beamed at him with his slightly lop-sided smile. "Your friends seem to thoroughly enjoy my stories of your mishaps around the house as a baby!"
The twins, Ella and Ethan giggled.
Ethan held up a picture album and pointed at a specific picture, " I really like the one where you stuck a car key into the wall socket!"
Ella burst into laugher, and Austin's three other friends tried hard not to laugh as they sat with their backs turned to him, clasping their hand on their mouths. Finally, after the jovial rounds of laughter had ceased from Mr Olympia, Ethan and Ella, Jackson turned around, still trying hard not to smirk as he looked at Austin.
"Hey man, sup?" Indicating with his fist.
Austin walked up and gave Jackson, his long time best friend, a fist-bump.
"At least someone around here has a bit of respect for me." Austin growled.
"Yeah man... respect... I especially respect the fact that you somehow managed to crawl up into the pantry... AND THEN FELL OFF IT!" Jackson fell off the couch, rolling around with laughter. As much as Austin hated where this was all going, he let himself smile. Being around his friends had that effect on him.
"Hey, how'd you guys get here so quick anyway?" Austin questioned.
Rebecca answered "Well, Austin, you do realise that there is an EARLIER bus? We took that one, since we don't lounge around after school, talking to this or that person"
Austin stared at her as she spoke. He and Rebecca had dated once, back in year seven, but after an unfortunate sailing accident, they had broken up. After all these years though, Austin still had a crush on the girl, with her chocolate brown curls that fell around in locks around her upper back, and her tall slim figure. His mind wandered back to the first time they had kissed...
"Austin?"
"AUSTIN!" Tireme shouted. (BTW, it's pronounced ty-REEM) Tireme waved a hand in Austin's face and slapped a few times lightly. "Dude, stop staring at your ex, it's making her uncomfortable."
Austin snapped back into reality and blushed a deep scarlet red. Suddenly Austin founds his shoes of utmost importance and proceeded to look at his shoes intently, as Rebecca looked out the window, pretending to enjoy the view, obviously embarrassed as well as her cheeks had gone a rosy red. A moment of awkward silence passed between the whole group, like a breeze fluttering around them. Mr Olympia broke the silence by saying "So... do you guys want to hear another one of my stories or what?"
"Oh yes please sir!" said Ella, faking enthusiasm. "Is it another one of your stories of your past?"
"Oh.. Well... you see..." Austin's dad faltered. "How did you know? I was finally planning on a real account of what happened."
Everyone in the room immediately focused their full attention on Mr Olympia. Austin's dad had disappeared mysteriously into his teenage years, 16 to be more exact, and noone knew where he had gone. 4 years later, he reappeared passed on the beach of Greenland, half frozen to death, and gripping a peculiar scythe. That scythe now hung on the wall of their basement. Mr Olympia never told of what had happened between those times, not even to Austin, his son. All he had ever said about the matter was "You wouldn't believe it". Only Delilah seemed to know about the matter, and she never spoke of it as well. After being rescued from the beach of Greenland, Mr Olympia had started a new life in Canberra, Australia. He wrote a new best seller, called 'The Hunter and the Hunted" and was even said to be the 'Next Rick Riordan'. Ever since Austin found out about his father's disappearance, he had always pestered his dad about it. His dad had never told him, and now that his dad was willing to reveal it, Austin was very interested.
"Well... do you know much, or believe in parallel univi? Any of you?"
"Well, sir, firstly, it's universes, and secondly, yes I do believe that there could be parallel universes" Rebecca stated with confidence.
"If there can be boxes that process information at the speed of light, then I think it's a possibility that there might be parallel universes."
Ethan countered and said "Yeah, but, we don't, and can't actually see them, so I vote no."
Jackson took Rebecca's side and said "Well, I mean, anything's possible right? We don't know everything about the world."
"Alright alright. Let's not start a debate here and now." My Olympia interjected. "Whether you believe in parallel universes or not will affect whether you believe in my story."
"You mean... you were in... an actual parallel universe?" Austin questioned.
"I'll get there Austin" Mr Olympia winked. "But first, how it happened... Get comfortable boys and girls, it's a looooong story this."
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Daddy Sol's Stories of his Prime
"Dad~! I'm back!"
"Dad...? DAD??"
Austin Olympia threw his bag onto the floor near the front door, kicking the door shut behind him. He hurriedly took off his sneakers, and shoved them into the shoe rack beside him. He walked down his slightly narrow hallway, which led into the living room. Once he got to the living room, which contained a 7-man rectangular couch and a flat screen T.V on the opposite wall. He saw his dad, with a bunch of his high school friends. They were sitting around the couch and lounging around, listening to Mr Olympia speak:
"... and once he was done with the toast, he fell asleep. His face went straight into the toast!"
All of Austin's friends laughed, and turned around as he walked in.
"Oh Dad, really?"
"Oh hello Austin, welcome back, I was just telling your friends about your adventures with the toaster, a fork, and some bad electricity!" his Dad beamed at him with his slightly lop-sided smile. "Your friends seem to thoroughly enjoy my stories of your mishaps around the house as a baby!"
The twins, Ella and Ethan giggled.
Ethan held up a picture album and pointed at a specific picture, " I really like the one where you stuck a car key into the wall socket!"
Ella burst into laugher, and Austin's three other friends tried hard not to laugh as they sat with their backs turned to him, clasping their hand on their mouths. Finally, after the jovial rounds of laughter had ceased from Mr Olympia, Ethan and Ella, Jackson turned around, still trying hard not to smirk as he looked at Austin.
"Hey man, sup?" Indicating with his fist.
Austin walked up and gave Jackson, his long time best friend, a fist-bump.
"At least someone around here has a bit of respect for me." Austin growled.
"Yeah man... respect... I especially respect the fact that you somehow managed to crawl up into the pantry... AND THEN FELL OFF IT!" Jackson fell off the couch, rolling around with laughter. As much as Austin hated where this was all going, he let himself smile. Being around his friends had that effect on him.
"Hey, how'd you guys get here so quick anyway?" Austin questioned.
Rebecca answered "Well, Austin, you do realise that there is an EARLIER bus? We took that one, since we don't lounge around after school, talking to this or that person"
Austin stared at her as she spoke. He and Rebecca had dated once, back in year seven, but after an unfortunate sailing accident, they had broken up. After all these years though, Austin still had a crush on the girl, with her chocolate brown curls that fell around in locks around her upper back, and her tall slim figure. His mind wandered back to the first time they had kissed...
"Austin?"
"AUSTIN!" Tireme shouted. (BTW, it's pronounced ty-REEM) Tireme waved a hand in Austin's face and slapped a few times lightly. "Dude, stop staring at your ex, it's making her uncomfortable."
Austin snapped back into reality and blushed a deep scarlet red. Suddenly Austin founds his shoes of utmost importance and proceeded to look at his shoes intently, as Rebecca looked out the window, pretending to enjoy the view, obviously embarrassed as well as her cheeks had gone a rosy red. A moment of awkward silence passed between the whole group, like a breeze fluttering around them. Mr Olympia broke the silence by saying "So... do you guys want to hear another one of my stories or what?"
"Oh yes please sir!" said Ella, faking enthusiasm. "Is it another one of your stories of your past?"
"Oh.. Well... you see..." Austin's dad faltered. "How did you know? I was finally planning on a real account of what happened."
Everyone in the room immediately focused their full attention on Mr Olympia. Austin's dad had disappeared mysteriously into his teenage years, 16 to be more exact, and noone knew where he had gone. 4 years later, he reappeared passed on the beach of Greenland, half frozen to death, and gripping a peculiar scythe. That scythe now hung on the wall of their basement. Mr Olympia never told of what had happened between those times, not even to Austin, his son. All he had ever said about the matter was "You wouldn't believe it". Only Delilah seemed to know about the matter, and she never spoke of it as well. After being rescued from the beach of Greenland, Mr Olympia had started a new life in Canberra, Australia. He wrote a new best seller, called 'The Hunter and the Hunted" and was even said to be the 'Next Rick Riordan'. Ever since Austin found out about his father's disappearance, he had always pestered his dad about it. His dad had never told him, and now that his dad was willing to reveal it, Austin was very interested.
"Well... do you know much, or believe in parallel univi? Any of you?"
"Well, sir, firstly, it's universes, and secondly, yes I do believe that there could be parallel universes" Rebecca stated with confidence.
"If there can be boxes that process information at the speed of light, then I think it's a possibility that there might be parallel universes."
Ethan countered and said "Yeah, but, we don't, and can't actually see them, so I vote no."
Jackson took Rebecca's side and said "Well, I mean, anything's possible right? We don't know everything about the world."
"Alright alright. Let's not start a debate here and now." My Olympia interjected. "Whether you believe in parallel universes or not will affect whether you believe in my story."
"You mean... you were in... an actual parallel universe?" Austin questioned.
"I'll get there Austin" Mr Olympia winked. "But first, how it happened... Get comfortable boys and girls, it's a looooong story this."
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WHOOP WHOOP!!! BLOG ALERT BLOG ALERT! COMMEMORATION DAY COMMENCING!!!!
So hey everyone. Today is a very special day. No it's not my birthday. Today was the last day of the Pi Recital competition. For those of you who don't know, the Pi Recital competition is an annual (I think) competition that goes on at Lyneham High. A number of students all participate in this event to win nomnom chocolates and sometimes lollipaps. Now, I have this special friend called 동훈. ㅒㄱ ㅒ솓ㄱ쟌ㄷ ㅏㅜㅐ주 ㅁㄴ Dong Hoon. So he is I would call, the 'Go to Guy for Pi". He is the current reigning champion of the Pi recital Competition, with a ridiculous total of 888 digits. Called him no-life but whatever, he usually has no internet at home like we do. Besides, everyone has a hobby right? :D Some of you may have weird ones, like writing whole freaking books in year seven (I'm looking at you Nick. YES YOU!) or just gardening, or playing computer games, or in my case, blogging, playing piano, and complaining about how shit my really wonderful life is. Life's a bitch.
Aaaaanyways, so today was Dong Hoon's last day in the Pi Recital Comp as we are in year ten, and as sad as it is, we must leave our beloved Lyneham High next year, to go our separate ways. I may lose my best friend, and I may make new ones, but hey! Everyone and everything comes to an end, no matter how good it is. Getting off Topic. EITHER WAY.
He was today's and hopefully still will be the Reigning champion of Pi. I respect my friend Dong Hoon, for his amazing memory, his very adult-y speech, (It shows how much he's grown up XD I'm still the same childish idiot :D )and just his overall Korean-ness. It's a cool word. Yeah~
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| The Pi Man - May his Epicness and Coolness live on in the memory of Pi. Live Pi. Life of Pi. |
Cya man, for next year. If you're going to Dickson, then well. HI MAN!
<3 ya Dong Hoon.
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| The Pi man and his Lackeys XD - Long live the Pi Club (BTW, the t-shirts say I'm Just a PI kinda Guy, And DONG HOON LOVES HIS PI) |
CYA LATER
PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUTS!
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Oh yeah, I found something to blog about.
So I think yesterday, on Monday, a teacher announced a LYNEHAM'S GOT TALENT DAYO. I was much surprised when many people started graoning about it. It's wasn't often we got these kinds of events going on in the school. I was a bit excited, I mean, come ON! LYNEHAM'S GOT TALENT! YEAH?! YEAH??!!!?! no...? Well whatever. I also grumbled a bit because I think this goes for many othe rpeople as well, THIS was where our budget was going, not into other things. I mean, if they were nice, couldn;t they have cut a bit of pay from the Year 10 Band tour cost? I mean. Jeezus christ, 810 $ Expensive money for cheap asian kids.
Aaaaaaannnnddd. My mum has a back problem, and she needs to go to korea to fix it, at least for a week or more. Unfortunately, we can't afford for my mum to go to Korea for a week or more, due to retardedly expensive tour costs. Now, if you want to say I'm a jerk and could have not gone onto band tour so my mum could go to korea, (not that 810$ would have done much, it would have still had a little bit of an impact on the cost) we made the initial payment (500~ $) back when we had money to spend. we didn't have much, but it was enough for me to be able to go to something that I really wanted eg. Band Tour. Now, due to changes in the law for the PTS (Professional Tiling Services) and other builders, my dad's income had taken a massive hit. Now we're quite heavily in debt, we have an absurd amount of taxes to pay off, and on top of that, I really want to go to LEAP camp. I just don't think we can afford it all. So I decided, I'm not going to go to LEAP camp this year. It sucks, but I have to try something to keep us afloat.
I mean, I love LEAP and all... but Family comes first.
Money, Life, and Love are jerks.
Peace Out Girl Scouts
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