.. while i was studying physics, i managed to stab myself in the right eye with the corner of my physics text book.
sadly, it was also the same corner with the jagged, ripped plastic.
so yeah. great way to start the day, dont you think?
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
i sound emo now, but screw you if you dont like me.
yeah you heard me.
pfft whatever who am i kidding.
one after another after another. life is throwing me some really fast balls. and where is God now?
oh look! there he is, hes the fellow waving at me as i sink to the bottom of the depths of this one massive faliure that is my life.
gee, thanks for being there. i really like an audience. im probably going to hell now. but quite frankly, the way things are now, i doubt it could get much worse.
so all im doing now is not so much 'waiting for my college application to go through' any more than im 'waiting for it to get rejected' given the way my luck (and divine support) is going now.
its just one of those times i just dont know whether i really want to burden anyone anymore. you think im overreacting? you sit for the IB then. see if you think along the same lines as me.
yeah you heard me.
pfft whatever who am i kidding.
one after another after another. life is throwing me some really fast balls. and where is God now?
oh look! there he is, hes the fellow waving at me as i sink to the bottom of the depths of this one massive faliure that is my life.
gee, thanks for being there. i really like an audience. im probably going to hell now. but quite frankly, the way things are now, i doubt it could get much worse.
so all im doing now is not so much 'waiting for my college application to go through' any more than im 'waiting for it to get rejected' given the way my luck (and divine support) is going now.
its just one of those times i just dont know whether i really want to burden anyone anymore. you think im overreacting? you sit for the IB then. see if you think along the same lines as me.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Hate going home
Well, here i am. im not dead yet, thank you very much.
long time since i last blogged, mostly cos ive been really busy with school. and college. and cross country. and.. well.. yeah. lots of stuff.
anyway, my competitive gaming streak has pretty much grinded to a halt, cos of the mounting pressures to meet deadlines and college application stuff.
i got a progress report for chem, cos im not performing well. which is perfectly understandable that i get the report, but it doesnt stop it from really sucking anyway. im getting another one for my extended essay, but thats just cos i didnt show everything i needed to show, thats all sorted, but id rather not let my folks see that til after the chem one is over. as it is the chemy report is going to be a doozy.
i just finished doing some SAT preperation. the exam takes place at school this weekend. thats going to be fun; 5 hours of non stop math, english and writing action! tune in saturday the 6th!
i hate this.
ah well, its not like im going to slit my wrist just to get this over with. thats for the near sighted ones. ive suffered this far along life, why stop now?
and it really doesnt help that my folks think that im not appreciative of them and what they do for me. oh really now?
its not like i dont try, its just that they dont see. pfft. whatever. stuff that. if they dont see it thats ok, as long as i do it, thats enough for me. i dont need recognition for it. the attempt to honor my parents is already hard enough as it is, considering ive got a super duper sister to live up to.
my grades suck, hence my dad loses sleep. oh gee now, thats horrible innit. its not like im not trying. now he has to go off and overreact about it. i know its not good, but its not bad either. he chooses to fret over it while im slogging away in a vain effort to make him happy. i could fucking own this rock in space and hed be like 'but he doesnt own the sun.' and it doesnt help that he doesnt listen to my college advisor in school and pretty much insists that im a doomed project.
well now why not just throw me outta the house? itll be soo much cheaper to finance one child anyway. i figure the sister is a better bet at any rate. im just not cut out for this stuff. and my parents have to worry so much. i dunno. am i really worth all the effort? im trying hard,i really am, but no one seems to think so.
i know my best isnt enough, so why do i keep trying? hah i sound like some kind of cliche emo kid. but these questions are fairly real to me.
i try hard to bring my grades up, but its not like i can take some magical pill (yknow that pill, the one that all the comic books talk about). and another thing is once something comes up, the folks expect IMMEDIATE improvement. learn from the lesson straight off and work to be better. thats all good and jolly, but if i were you, id actually wait for a week so that the fucking report of my improvement can actually come through.
i mean, they read the report that im not doing well, and INSTANTLY (by instant i mean the second they take their eyes off the report) expect me to be improving right before their eyes. and get sooo down when i dont start glowing an aura of improvement as they watch me.
i try i try, but its not good enough. with that in mind, i still work to improve my grades. maybe ill get there by the end of the year, i hope i do. im definately working towards it.
i dunno, no one really seems to appreciate what i do and what i try for. its all "either you're there or you're not," yknow?
"we dont care how you do it, but just get there, and get there now."
well, shit. that would be easy now, wouldnt it. just get up and get smart, in the realtime space of 2 seconds. thanks. ill be sure to do that.
oh look! ive gotten smarter. in the space of 5 seconds. "too long! do it faster"
ahh stuff it.
go outside and play you idiot. why are you reading this blog? its not like ive got anything to say thats important. not to you, at any rate.
long time since i last blogged, mostly cos ive been really busy with school. and college. and cross country. and.. well.. yeah. lots of stuff.
anyway, my competitive gaming streak has pretty much grinded to a halt, cos of the mounting pressures to meet deadlines and college application stuff.
i got a progress report for chem, cos im not performing well. which is perfectly understandable that i get the report, but it doesnt stop it from really sucking anyway. im getting another one for my extended essay, but thats just cos i didnt show everything i needed to show, thats all sorted, but id rather not let my folks see that til after the chem one is over. as it is the chemy report is going to be a doozy.
i just finished doing some SAT preperation. the exam takes place at school this weekend. thats going to be fun; 5 hours of non stop math, english and writing action! tune in saturday the 6th!
i hate this.
ah well, its not like im going to slit my wrist just to get this over with. thats for the near sighted ones. ive suffered this far along life, why stop now?
and it really doesnt help that my folks think that im not appreciative of them and what they do for me. oh really now?
its not like i dont try, its just that they dont see. pfft. whatever. stuff that. if they dont see it thats ok, as long as i do it, thats enough for me. i dont need recognition for it. the attempt to honor my parents is already hard enough as it is, considering ive got a super duper sister to live up to.
my grades suck, hence my dad loses sleep. oh gee now, thats horrible innit. its not like im not trying. now he has to go off and overreact about it. i know its not good, but its not bad either. he chooses to fret over it while im slogging away in a vain effort to make him happy. i could fucking own this rock in space and hed be like 'but he doesnt own the sun.' and it doesnt help that he doesnt listen to my college advisor in school and pretty much insists that im a doomed project.
well now why not just throw me outta the house? itll be soo much cheaper to finance one child anyway. i figure the sister is a better bet at any rate. im just not cut out for this stuff. and my parents have to worry so much. i dunno. am i really worth all the effort? im trying hard,i really am, but no one seems to think so.
i know my best isnt enough, so why do i keep trying? hah i sound like some kind of cliche emo kid. but these questions are fairly real to me.
i try hard to bring my grades up, but its not like i can take some magical pill (yknow that pill, the one that all the comic books talk about). and another thing is once something comes up, the folks expect IMMEDIATE improvement. learn from the lesson straight off and work to be better. thats all good and jolly, but if i were you, id actually wait for a week so that the fucking report of my improvement can actually come through.
i mean, they read the report that im not doing well, and INSTANTLY (by instant i mean the second they take their eyes off the report) expect me to be improving right before their eyes. and get sooo down when i dont start glowing an aura of improvement as they watch me.
i try i try, but its not good enough. with that in mind, i still work to improve my grades. maybe ill get there by the end of the year, i hope i do. im definately working towards it.
i dunno, no one really seems to appreciate what i do and what i try for. its all "either you're there or you're not," yknow?
"we dont care how you do it, but just get there, and get there now."
well, shit. that would be easy now, wouldnt it. just get up and get smart, in the realtime space of 2 seconds. thanks. ill be sure to do that.
oh look! ive gotten smarter. in the space of 5 seconds. "too long! do it faster"
ahh stuff it.
go outside and play you idiot. why are you reading this blog? its not like ive got anything to say thats important. not to you, at any rate.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Hiking Mt Fuji~
Well, for the most part, it sucked. i mean, me n my dad were trudging all the way up this stupid mountain (dormant volcano) in the middle of the night, we're exhausted, hungry, thirsty, we can't see anything for the life of us, and most of all, we were just out of SHAPE. hahahaa~
but the drive there in the bus itself was fairly pleasant. the landscape was pretty cool except for the bus driverdudes head constantly in the way.
well, anyway, we didnt see much for the first few hours of the hike (it being 9 in the middle of the night n all. this is pretty much what we saw.
^ and only with excessive lighting from the nearby hut.
well, anyway the hike was hard and tedious at the beginning. everyone was pretty much drenched in sweat near the beginning (we would soon run out of sweat to drench ourselves with).
soon, the rest of our small group left me n my dad behind, cos we were trailing behind~ so me and my dad struggled up the mountain (dormant effin' volcano) step by step, it reached a point we were so exhausted that we took about 10 steps and stopped for a few minutes, then 10 steps, and another few minutes. i didnt tihnk we would reach the summit, and we never did. but it wasnt really due to time constraints to catch the sunrise that we didnt make it up there. 3.30 in the morning the wind picked up into some serious speed (God was trying to toss us off the volcano, i swear), and grit, ash, dirt and all its other cousins of similar fine grain began to assail us. we seeked shelter in a nearby hut-thing. forget what they're called.
grit traveling at half the speed of light, right into our eyes.
anyway, so me and my dad werent going to the summit, what with the miserable winds raging outside carrying its torrent of ash. i was a little disillusioned at first; i wouldnt catch the sunrise.
(which wasnt really true. we were trekking up the east side of the mountain and caught the sunrise in its full glory)
Also, it turned out to be ok 'cos some of dads friends went to the summit, but didnt get a good catch on the sunrise, cos of the huge number of people who had the same idea (as it was put; "traffic in Housten"), the only thing we missed out at the summit was the stamp on our hikin' sticks~
We were, however, gawking at these senior citizens who came in soon after us under similar circumstances; getting the heck out of the "severe weather conditions." now it would've been alright, cos they bought some of the places extremely overpriced drink and food.
and 60miuntes of rest (no sleeping) was 1000yen/hour
hangin' out in that hut. with food and drink! (see above for prices)
but on our way down, it wasnt so bad, i caught a gianourmous number of pictures of the surrounding scenery on the decent. to be honest, i was wearing what one would call a "shit-eating grin" pretty much the whole way down. the sun was shining, i even heard the birds singing. it was a pleasant walk down. except for the fact that every step i took jarred my legs. so my knees were hurting and my heels were aching.
Anyway there was grit in our eyes for most of the trip, and it really sucked. i was practically crying dirt n water. yes. it was and remains disgusting to me, too.
For most of the hike, me and dad were just kinda sitting around recuperating and just thinking about the massive distance we had to cover (300 meters was 1.5 hours. it was horrible.) and we got home, sweating, smelly, exhausted, and injured (blisters, knee impact injury and the like), and with more than a couple new tears in our clothing. it really sucked as a trip.
But it didnt really matter. I got to spend time with my dad~
we dont spend that many times doing something supercool and awesome, but every moment i get to hang out with my dad just doing random stuff is good enough for me. Now, my dad hates hiking, and doubtless hated this one. but halfway through the despair filled climb i realized that my dad was simply doing this to spend time with me, and give me some memories, which he did, of course. He did an awesome thing, just getting on that moutain with me, and taking care of me as we climbed, making sure that i was ok, paying obscene prices for drink and food that would doubtless revitalize me from my moments of complete despair (really, i was hoping id never have to go higher or lower, just find one of the damned huts and ask to live in there. it sounds funny now. you try getting stuck on a volcano without being able to feel your legs for exhaustion or your hands for cold. cant see straight cos of the flying grit, cant think straight cos of the combination of all, see if you have any thoughts, if you can even think at all.)
I dunno, the time on Fuji was one of great hardship for both of us, and we both came off complaining the life out of it, but i told dad that we'de find something about it that was good sooner or later. but at that time i already knew what was good from that trip.
I got to spend time with my dad doing something different. yknow not just our talks in the kitchen (which i like, too) or the lectures (a little less than the talks). i dunno. its something great about hiking up a mountain with a dad who doesnt want to do it. i tried really hard not to cry on that mountain when the realization hit me, dad asked me if i was catching the flu. i said i was having the snivles.
The man who climbed a mountain for me.
My hero.
My Dad~
~~
but the drive there in the bus itself was fairly pleasant. the landscape was pretty cool except for the bus driverdudes head constantly in the way.
well, anyway, we didnt see much for the first few hours of the hike (it being 9 in the middle of the night n all. this is pretty much what we saw.
^ and only with excessive lighting from the nearby hut.
well, anyway the hike was hard and tedious at the beginning. everyone was pretty much drenched in sweat near the beginning (we would soon run out of sweat to drench ourselves with).
soon, the rest of our small group left me n my dad behind, cos we were trailing behind~ so me and my dad struggled up the mountain (dormant effin' volcano) step by step, it reached a point we were so exhausted that we took about 10 steps and stopped for a few minutes, then 10 steps, and another few minutes. i didnt tihnk we would reach the summit, and we never did. but it wasnt really due to time constraints to catch the sunrise that we didnt make it up there. 3.30 in the morning the wind picked up into some serious speed (God was trying to toss us off the volcano, i swear), and grit, ash, dirt and all its other cousins of similar fine grain began to assail us. we seeked shelter in a nearby hut-thing. forget what they're called.
grit traveling at half the speed of light, right into our eyes.
anyway, so me and my dad werent going to the summit, what with the miserable winds raging outside carrying its torrent of ash. i was a little disillusioned at first; i wouldnt catch the sunrise.
(which wasnt really true. we were trekking up the east side of the mountain and caught the sunrise in its full glory)
Also, it turned out to be ok 'cos some of dads friends went to the summit, but didnt get a good catch on the sunrise, cos of the huge number of people who had the same idea (as it was put; "traffic in Housten"), the only thing we missed out at the summit was the stamp on our hikin' sticks~
We were, however, gawking at these senior citizens who came in soon after us under similar circumstances; getting the heck out of the "severe weather conditions." now it would've been alright, cos they bought some of the places extremely overpriced drink and food.
and 60miuntes of rest (no sleeping) was 1000yen/hour
hangin' out in that hut. with food and drink! (see above for prices)
but on our way down, it wasnt so bad, i caught a gianourmous number of pictures of the surrounding scenery on the decent. to be honest, i was wearing what one would call a "shit-eating grin" pretty much the whole way down. the sun was shining, i even heard the birds singing. it was a pleasant walk down. except for the fact that every step i took jarred my legs. so my knees were hurting and my heels were aching.
Anyway there was grit in our eyes for most of the trip, and it really sucked. i was practically crying dirt n water. yes. it was and remains disgusting to me, too.
For most of the hike, me and dad were just kinda sitting around recuperating and just thinking about the massive distance we had to cover (300 meters was 1.5 hours. it was horrible.) and we got home, sweating, smelly, exhausted, and injured (blisters, knee impact injury and the like), and with more than a couple new tears in our clothing. it really sucked as a trip.
But it didnt really matter. I got to spend time with my dad~
we dont spend that many times doing something supercool and awesome, but every moment i get to hang out with my dad just doing random stuff is good enough for me. Now, my dad hates hiking, and doubtless hated this one. but halfway through the despair filled climb i realized that my dad was simply doing this to spend time with me, and give me some memories, which he did, of course. He did an awesome thing, just getting on that moutain with me, and taking care of me as we climbed, making sure that i was ok, paying obscene prices for drink and food that would doubtless revitalize me from my moments of complete despair (really, i was hoping id never have to go higher or lower, just find one of the damned huts and ask to live in there. it sounds funny now. you try getting stuck on a volcano without being able to feel your legs for exhaustion or your hands for cold. cant see straight cos of the flying grit, cant think straight cos of the combination of all, see if you have any thoughts, if you can even think at all.)
I dunno, the time on Fuji was one of great hardship for both of us, and we both came off complaining the life out of it, but i told dad that we'de find something about it that was good sooner or later. but at that time i already knew what was good from that trip.
I got to spend time with my dad doing something different. yknow not just our talks in the kitchen (which i like, too) or the lectures (a little less than the talks). i dunno. its something great about hiking up a mountain with a dad who doesnt want to do it. i tried really hard not to cry on that mountain when the realization hit me, dad asked me if i was catching the flu. i said i was having the snivles.
The man who climbed a mountain for me.
My hero.
My Dad~
~~
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
ah HAH!
Shoot after watching that one show with Cameron Diaz where shes like illiterate, or sometihng, very touching movie.
But thats beside the point, ive always thought Diaz was looked familiar to me~ no i havent met her, it'd be awesome if i could, but i dont think thats gonna happen anytime soon (ever).
And seconds ago i was trying (again) to place where ive seen her, and then someone came online, i glanced over just to check who it was, and for a second i thought "hang on.. i dont even know Diaz.." hahhahaha it sounds lame, i know. but probably would've taken a longer time to place the face if diaz didnt dye her hair brown! its that quirky smile that she has, the super contagious one! its amazing! i managed to trace her back to one of my old friends.
one problem, now. She's across the sea. ><" so thars a dilemma. hahaha~ fantastic one of lifes secrets is revealed.
psh go do something productive with your life. go out and play ball. im going ot mess with the guitar.
Catch~
But thats beside the point, ive always thought Diaz was looked familiar to me~ no i havent met her, it'd be awesome if i could, but i dont think thats gonna happen anytime soon (ever).
And seconds ago i was trying (again) to place where ive seen her, and then someone came online, i glanced over just to check who it was, and for a second i thought "hang on.. i dont even know Diaz.." hahhahaha it sounds lame, i know. but probably would've taken a longer time to place the face if diaz didnt dye her hair brown! its that quirky smile that she has, the super contagious one! its amazing! i managed to trace her back to one of my old friends.
one problem, now. She's across the sea. ><" so thars a dilemma. hahaha~ fantastic one of lifes secrets is revealed.
psh go do something productive with your life. go out and play ball. im going ot mess with the guitar.
Catch~
Monday, July 30, 2007
Live messenger and its people.
Seriously. I see people on my windows live messenger with those stupid square brackets. obviously its a sad attempt to fancify their name. for example;
[c=57] Name [/c][b/]: [b] whatever [b/]
Whatever whatever. its pretty freakin obvious that they're attempting to break their names and color it with all sorts of primary colors.
Swear to gawd they find all these bogus websites and read and believe it like it was some kind message from heaven (more likely the developers of msn) telling them how to make 'cool colors' and 'awesome breaks' and other 'stupid things to annoy other people with your already ass long names of self expression and whatnot.' i mean, its already hard enough to read your stupid name without having to root through all the brackets and backslashes and hearts and broken hearts and wilted flowers, for gawd sake keep it CLEAR.
hows this?
[c=IT] Name [/cDOESNT][bFREAKEN]: [bWORKc] whatever [bYA/][cASS/]
Ya know, which brings me to my next point; its called a "Display Name" for a reason you turd. seriously, next time i feel like calling you "broken" or "elements of life" or "moonbeam" ill let get a hippy to do it. its not like your parents named you some retardo wonkified name out of the blue.
I mean come ON, i have no idea who the bob you are, ive got no clue HOW i know you, ive got no clue to anything and all because your name in indecipherable.
And when i ask "Hi there~ if i may ask who you are," dont bloody tell me "You dont remember?"
Well flap. i only asked you because i wanted to borrow a cup of sugar. for bob sake just tell me who you are, because its not like i see your name "Crying Girl" or whatever the hell you write in there and think "Ah! it must be her." I know a gazillion crying girls and emotional people and the wannabe emo people and the whatnot, so dont be so naive as to think you're the ONLY freakin crying prat on my msn list. Thats why the "personal message" is there ya blind rats. For, i dont know if you noticed, PERSONAL MESSAGES.
THATS where you stick you crying crap. THATS where you stick your colored sh*t. THATS where you tell people whats personal to you. why? BECAUSE ITS THE PERSONAL MESSAGE SECTION. i hope ive got the clear.
Your email address is another thing many people seem not to understand. its an email address for a reason. its SUPPOSED to be a convenient way to message someone and keep in contact. the time it takes for someone to tell another person what they're email address is like killing a cow in slow motion, flap, you never GET there.
Heres a conversation i heard, and its not accurate, cos im pulling this out of memory. but you'll get the idea;
the email address K_ljpY_-..-_ 1990 @ imaretardformakingsuchacomplicatedassemailaddress[dot] ass
"So can i have your email addresss?"
"sure its capital kay underscore ell jay pee capital why, underscore then a dash then two periods's then dash, then underscore again then nineteen ninety at dot ass.
"Im sorry i didnt catch that, could you repeat that?"
And then it goes on for another good 20 minutes for the retard to get the message across. geez, the public mailing system could have gotten to the house 6 times by snail mail by the time they finally get the email address straight, and sometimes they dont even get it right. heck ive met people who dont even remember their own stinking email addresses, with the excuse "Its too complicated" as if they should be proud of being an ass.
And for goodness sake LOSE THE EMOTICONS in normal conversations. your pictures are smaller than the size of a peanut in full bloom. its not like i can see the tiny little "Haha" in the top left corner, behind the tortise and panda and the tears that come out of the drainpipe eyes etc etc. It takes up the entire stinking picture, and those tiny little anime characters piss me off with their stupid twisted emotions. who the hell cries that much while they laugh they're heads off?! i mean seriously, give me one example right here. "My friend" doesnt really count, cos MY friend can leap buildings in a single bound and open the soup can with his ass.
And if you find this blog and you read it, and you're one of those people who do alll that crap on msn live, do everyone a favour and make a readable and easily identifiable name, your emails addresses have no meaning whatsoever most of the time , i mean, what the hell is wrong with just sticking your first name, then last name? if its taken, just stick something on the end that has sentimental value. not that hard is it?
And if you find this blog and read it, and you're one of those people, as opposed to that ^ lot, are unwilling to make changes to your 'self expression' and think im a putz, Bite Me.
If you're reading this blog and what ive said has no impact whatsoever on your life (hope it doesnt, id rather not discover anyone angrier than me right now), and having a laugh at what ive written; go outside and do something productive. go get a drink with your friends or whatever.
Catch~
[c=57] Name [/c][b/]: [b] whatever [b/]
Whatever whatever. its pretty freakin obvious that they're attempting to break their names and color it with all sorts of primary colors.
Swear to gawd they find all these bogus websites and read and believe it like it was some kind message from heaven (more likely the developers of msn) telling them how to make 'cool colors' and 'awesome breaks' and other 'stupid things to annoy other people with your already ass long names of self expression and whatnot.' i mean, its already hard enough to read your stupid name without having to root through all the brackets and backslashes and hearts and broken hearts and wilted flowers, for gawd sake keep it CLEAR.
hows this?
[c=IT] Name [/cDOESNT][bFREAKEN]: [bWORKc] whatever [bYA/][cASS/]
Ya know, which brings me to my next point; its called a "Display Name" for a reason you turd. seriously, next time i feel like calling you "broken" or "elements of life" or "moonbeam" ill let get a hippy to do it. its not like your parents named you some retardo wonkified name out of the blue.
I mean come ON, i have no idea who the bob you are, ive got no clue HOW i know you, ive got no clue to anything and all because your name in indecipherable.
And when i ask "Hi there~ if i may ask who you are," dont bloody tell me "You dont remember?"
Well flap. i only asked you because i wanted to borrow a cup of sugar. for bob sake just tell me who you are, because its not like i see your name "Crying Girl" or whatever the hell you write in there and think "Ah! it must be her." I know a gazillion crying girls and emotional people and the wannabe emo people and the whatnot, so dont be so naive as to think you're the ONLY freakin crying prat on my msn list. Thats why the "personal message" is there ya blind rats. For, i dont know if you noticed, PERSONAL MESSAGES.
THATS where you stick you crying crap. THATS where you stick your colored sh*t. THATS where you tell people whats personal to you. why? BECAUSE ITS THE PERSONAL MESSAGE SECTION. i hope ive got the clear.
Your email address is another thing many people seem not to understand. its an email address for a reason. its SUPPOSED to be a convenient way to message someone and keep in contact. the time it takes for someone to tell another person what they're email address is like killing a cow in slow motion, flap, you never GET there.
Heres a conversation i heard, and its not accurate, cos im pulling this out of memory. but you'll get the idea;
the email address K_ljpY_-..-_ 1990 @ imaretardformakingsuchacomplicatedassemailaddress[dot] ass
"So can i have your email addresss?"
"sure its capital kay underscore ell jay pee capital why, underscore then a dash then two periods's then dash, then underscore again then nineteen ninety at
"Im sorry i didnt catch that, could you repeat that?"
And then it goes on for another good 20 minutes for the retard to get the message across. geez, the public mailing system could have gotten to the house 6 times by snail mail by the time they finally get the email address straight, and sometimes they dont even get it right. heck ive met people who dont even remember their own stinking email addresses, with the excuse "Its too complicated" as if they should be proud of being an ass.
And for goodness sake LOSE THE EMOTICONS in normal conversations. your pictures are smaller than the size of a peanut in full bloom. its not like i can see the tiny little "Haha" in the top left corner, behind the tortise and panda and the tears that come out of the drainpipe eyes etc etc. It takes up the entire stinking picture, and those tiny little anime characters piss me off with their stupid twisted emotions. who the hell cries that much while they laugh they're heads off?! i mean seriously, give me one example right here. "My friend" doesnt really count, cos MY friend can leap buildings in a single bound and open the soup can with his ass.
And if you find this blog and you read it, and you're one of those people who do alll that crap on msn live, do everyone a favour and make a readable and easily identifiable name, your emails addresses have no meaning whatsoever most of the time , i mean, what the hell is wrong with just sticking your first name, then last name? if its taken, just stick something on the end that has sentimental value. not that hard is it?
And if you find this blog and read it, and you're one of those people, as opposed to that ^ lot, are unwilling to make changes to your 'self expression' and think im a putz, Bite Me.
If you're reading this blog and what ive said has no impact whatsoever on your life (hope it doesnt, id rather not discover anyone angrier than me right now), and having a laugh at what ive written; go outside and do something productive. go get a drink with your friends or whatever.
Catch~
Monday, July 23, 2007
Friends
Remember that show?
yeah. I had a Ross the other day. on my left cheek. it hurt to sit down. just thought the world should know.
haha now try to eat your dinner!
Catch~
yeah. I had a Ross the other day. on my left cheek. it hurt to sit down. just thought the world should know.
haha now try to eat your dinner!
Catch~
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Packin'
Well, so here i am. packing for japan again. pfft. that month went by pretty fast. kind of a shame, really. won't see malaysia for a year, at the very least. this totally bites. well, i guess i had fun, it could've been worse. im gonna miss the people here. the old friends, and the new ones~
oh well, i suppose thats why we've got skype and msn. i love the future. well, i think ill keep the memories, cos they're nice ones.
on a brighter note, my crazy chem teacher who just makes me want ot jump out the class windows, is pregnant! i thought yknow, as mean as she is, its nice to have a new life in the world.
Also, that means she'll be on leave!! how awesome is that going to be? i mean, itll suck cos we have to adapt to a new teaching method for a few months, but holy smokes, we werent learning anything anyway! i learned more off ritwik (the super duper genius of the grade) during study hall more than anything else!
yeah well. thats the way it goes~
im going to need to work on my essays.. how ghey is that going to be. 4000 words on one and 1500 words on the other. then i gotta work on that chem lab.. oooh. oh well, ill do that when i get back, then brush up on my chem and physics. then relax~ maybe go to the gym and take that SWIM that i wanted to do all summer~
well, i want to come back to msia, theres just too much i didnt do this time around.. especially meeting a couple people that i didnt get to. definately going to be one of the first things i do next time im in town. well, id better keep packing, if im gonna make good time.
Catch~
oh well, i suppose thats why we've got skype and msn. i love the future. well, i think ill keep the memories, cos they're nice ones.
on a brighter note, my crazy chem teacher who just makes me want ot jump out the class windows, is pregnant! i thought yknow, as mean as she is, its nice to have a new life in the world.
Also, that means she'll be on leave!! how awesome is that going to be? i mean, itll suck cos we have to adapt to a new teaching method for a few months, but holy smokes, we werent learning anything anyway! i learned more off ritwik (the super duper genius of the grade) during study hall more than anything else!
yeah well. thats the way it goes~
im going to need to work on my essays.. how ghey is that going to be. 4000 words on one and 1500 words on the other. then i gotta work on that chem lab.. oooh. oh well, ill do that when i get back, then brush up on my chem and physics. then relax~ maybe go to the gym and take that SWIM that i wanted to do all summer~
well, i want to come back to msia, theres just too much i didnt do this time around.. especially meeting a couple people that i didnt get to. definately going to be one of the first things i do next time im in town. well, id better keep packing, if im gonna make good time.
Catch~
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Oh Kay~
Hi!
I havent posted on this blog for aaages~
been busy lately. plus i never really found the incentive to actually get around to posting here, so that doesnt really help matters too much.
so im back in malaysia. for about a month i tihnk. leaving on july the 18th. a friend that i wanted to meet cancelled an outing, due to time constraints, so im a little down about that. but it cant be helped, so i guess i wont worry about it, but it doesnt really stop me from feeling a little bad about it. oh well, ill make it up to them.
anyway, i havent been able to stay up this late for the longest time~ so im quite happy about that. today was a do-absolutely-piss-nothing day. and it was one of the more unproductive, but nice days. the renovation next door woke me up, as it does everyday, but thats another thing i gotta put up with i guess..
www.facebook.com , check it out if you're still in school. if not, well.. check it out anyway~
ummm, im kinda typing off the toppa my head here. err, yeah. M&Ms are goooood.. im eating a bag of them right now. the rate i eat stuff, i should be at least 80 kilos and massively fat by now, but here i am, thin as anything. everyone goes "eat more" and im thinking its not possible, given how much i already eat...
yeah. ill like... spam this thing more as i think up more stuff (crap) to say. hehe~
but im happy, and thats all that matters right now.
Catch.
I havent posted on this blog for aaages~
been busy lately. plus i never really found the incentive to actually get around to posting here, so that doesnt really help matters too much.
so im back in malaysia. for about a month i tihnk. leaving on july the 18th. a friend that i wanted to meet cancelled an outing, due to time constraints, so im a little down about that. but it cant be helped, so i guess i wont worry about it, but it doesnt really stop me from feeling a little bad about it. oh well, ill make it up to them.
anyway, i havent been able to stay up this late for the longest time~ so im quite happy about that. today was a do-absolutely-piss-nothing day. and it was one of the more unproductive, but nice days. the renovation next door woke me up, as it does everyday, but thats another thing i gotta put up with i guess..
www.facebook.com , check it out if you're still in school. if not, well.. check it out anyway~
ummm, im kinda typing off the toppa my head here. err, yeah. M&Ms are goooood.. im eating a bag of them right now. the rate i eat stuff, i should be at least 80 kilos and massively fat by now, but here i am, thin as anything. everyone goes "eat more" and im thinking its not possible, given how much i already eat...
yeah. ill like... spam this thing more as i think up more stuff (crap) to say. hehe~
but im happy, and thats all that matters right now.
Catch.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Guess what
i have this theory.
no, not that law of conservation of good n' evil. but thats a good one too.
the one im talking about is the theory that im dreaming all this crap. you know?
im dreaming the typing im doing, the computer im using, the people im talking to, the house i live in, the country i currently reside in, the gum bottle thats sitting next to me on the table (im dreaming that bottle too), the chocolate i want to eat.
im dreaming the hunger that i feel, the music that i hear, the darkness outside, the glaring lights from the celeing. the sounds i hear, the taste of my gum, the sensations of my fingers as i type.
im dreaming it all. you know...
one day im gonna wake up, maybe say.. back into the second grade. i wake up, realize that my whole life so far has been a dream im having since the second grade. since, you know, that time warp thing we go through when we sleep, dream years could pass before one real night is over.
maybe one day, ill wake up. you know. all the experiences would come with me, the sadness, the joy, the anger, proud moments. all of them. then id be prepared to face the world with knowledge years ahead of my time.
if i could pick and choose the experiences i want to bring with me, id pick the depressing ones. yknow, the sad ones. with all the rejections, all the faliures. all the anger, and shame, and all the complete hopelessness and uselessness that ive felt in the past years. id bring all that.
why? because ill be prepared to face the world. if i brought the happy ones, id have something awesome to think about all day, but id have no recollection of the bad memories, and id live life all over again; naive, stupid, and thinking with my heart more than with my brain (which has proven detrimental to me).
think about it; i would never have met most of you who actually read this. wouldnt have gone to church, wouldnt have known where the hell japan is, i never would have met the people here (most of which i wish i didnt to begin with), never known the guys in oz (awesome bunch).
i never would have done half of the things i did involving girls (good gosh do i regret a lot of them.. most, if not all).. never would've gone and been such an ass, never would've been so clingy (only one time, and that was a bad idea to begin with, now that i think about it).. most recently, i never would've chased the impossible.
i dont like that you know, people taking what isnt theirs. except im sort of hypocritical that way. trying to take what wasnt mine to begin with. but what if we didnt know? what if we didnt know it wasnt ours? what if the whole time she leads you on? the whole time, never telling you that she was interested in someone else, always dropping little hints that keeps you going?
of course, it wasnt entirely her fault ay? i cant pin everything on one person. thats just.. wrong. i knew in my brains that she was interested in someone else. i knew that she wasnt going for me, and i knew for a fact, id likely never gain her favour. and yet, my *ugh* heart *ew* tells me to keep trying. "fight for her" it says.
problem with me is, when i listen to my stupid feelings, i always fall flat on my face. and thing is, im a slow learner, ive always listened to what my feelings tell me instead of my brains. and look wheres its got me landed? depville.
good gawd. you know, id be fairly thankful if i DID wake up. even without retaining all he memories id still be thankful that ive got a whole, untainted life ahead of me. you know?
one of those dreams where you dont remember anything, but know for a fact that it was bad, and that theres a message in it; "dont f*&^in' fall for some girl, think with your head, and not your gut."
yeah well, i remember theres other stuff i want to say, too. but i think im going to withdraw into my silence. maybe get some sleep, or a game. anything to feel better, or at least escape reality for just a few more minutes.
Catch.
no, not that law of conservation of good n' evil. but thats a good one too.
the one im talking about is the theory that im dreaming all this crap. you know?
im dreaming the typing im doing, the computer im using, the people im talking to, the house i live in, the country i currently reside in, the gum bottle thats sitting next to me on the table (im dreaming that bottle too), the chocolate i want to eat.
im dreaming the hunger that i feel, the music that i hear, the darkness outside, the glaring lights from the celeing. the sounds i hear, the taste of my gum, the sensations of my fingers as i type.
im dreaming it all. you know...
one day im gonna wake up, maybe say.. back into the second grade. i wake up, realize that my whole life so far has been a dream im having since the second grade. since, you know, that time warp thing we go through when we sleep, dream years could pass before one real night is over.
maybe one day, ill wake up. you know. all the experiences would come with me, the sadness, the joy, the anger, proud moments. all of them. then id be prepared to face the world with knowledge years ahead of my time.
if i could pick and choose the experiences i want to bring with me, id pick the depressing ones. yknow, the sad ones. with all the rejections, all the faliures. all the anger, and shame, and all the complete hopelessness and uselessness that ive felt in the past years. id bring all that.
why? because ill be prepared to face the world. if i brought the happy ones, id have something awesome to think about all day, but id have no recollection of the bad memories, and id live life all over again; naive, stupid, and thinking with my heart more than with my brain (which has proven detrimental to me).
think about it; i would never have met most of you who actually read this. wouldnt have gone to church, wouldnt have known where the hell japan is, i never would have met the people here (most of which i wish i didnt to begin with), never known the guys in oz (awesome bunch).
i never would have done half of the things i did involving girls (good gosh do i regret a lot of them.. most, if not all).. never would've gone and been such an ass, never would've been so clingy (only one time, and that was a bad idea to begin with, now that i think about it).. most recently, i never would've chased the impossible.
i dont like that you know, people taking what isnt theirs. except im sort of hypocritical that way. trying to take what wasnt mine to begin with. but what if we didnt know? what if we didnt know it wasnt ours? what if the whole time she leads you on? the whole time, never telling you that she was interested in someone else, always dropping little hints that keeps you going?
of course, it wasnt entirely her fault ay? i cant pin everything on one person. thats just.. wrong. i knew in my brains that she was interested in someone else. i knew that she wasnt going for me, and i knew for a fact, id likely never gain her favour. and yet, my *ugh* heart *ew* tells me to keep trying. "fight for her" it says.
problem with me is, when i listen to my stupid feelings, i always fall flat on my face. and thing is, im a slow learner, ive always listened to what my feelings tell me instead of my brains. and look wheres its got me landed? depville.
good gawd. you know, id be fairly thankful if i DID wake up. even without retaining all he memories id still be thankful that ive got a whole, untainted life ahead of me. you know?
one of those dreams where you dont remember anything, but know for a fact that it was bad, and that theres a message in it; "dont f*&^in' fall for some girl, think with your head, and not your gut."
yeah well, i remember theres other stuff i want to say, too. but i think im going to withdraw into my silence. maybe get some sleep, or a game. anything to feel better, or at least escape reality for just a few more minutes.
Catch.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Prom
I hate prom.
gwahaha. what a way to start a post eh?
Well, its ok, really. but i was bored to tears tonight. Oh, and i discovered that most of my grade hates me, annnnd one of my considered closer friends is two-faced, annnnd the girl i like at my school is interested in someone else, but shes been leading me on for a year and ive been too naive to suspect otherwise.
so yeah. prom was memorable in more ways than one, i guess. but none of them are good memories. these people who dont like me in the grade are kinda childish, really. apparantly they tried to rig my chair, but decided not to. and my 'close' friend (the one i mentioned earlier) tells me about their plot on prom night. then continues to tell me that someone had told her this weeks in advance. did i mention to get her to tell me this, i had to dig it out of her? yeah. this is my life.
i may be all happy, i may be taking life easy, and everythings sunny and bright in japan 'oh-dexter-you're-so-lucky-to-get-to-live-in-japan.'
yeah, well i hate it. there is not one stinking soul here that can think or act their age. its ghey. and the girl i liked? yeah, well, she was ok. shes mature, except she should also know that i dont appreciate wasting an entire year on something that wouldnt happen. so yeah. thanks for wasting a year of my effort. id like to call you names, but i dont particularly like that juvenile method of anger release.
so yeah, the food sucked, the lights sucked, the air sucked, the service sucked, the speeches sucked, even the mango juice sucked (how the hell do you make sucky mango juice??)
oh yeah, you know that fellow my um.. how do you say.. ex-crush? yeah. we'll use that strange and unneccesarily powerful method of description.
so the fellow my ex-crush likes (and asked to the prom, if i may add) was pressured by his friends to ask her to sit next to him for the night. which i think he did (i didnt stay for the whole night.. i ditched) so yeah. him and all his stupid buddies were watching me all night for my reaction if i saw them sitting together, but yeah. these little children can play their little 'watch the dexter' games for all eternity.
the thing that annoys me a little now (a lot at the time, but i dont care now) is how that excrush was used as a pawn in some kind of giant chess game to rile some reaction out of me. but yeah well, she decides to have a crush on some scapegoat of a large bunch of guys who think with their asses than with their god-given brains, thats her bad choice. she leaves on the 15th of june, but that is immaterial as of now. im done with playing the loser of this crap. she can go suck up to him for however long she wants to, all the way up to the end of her time in japan if she wants.
so yeah. its been a lousy night. i find now, in japan, i have no friends. and if you judge me, and distance yourself from me after learning im friendless, then good. at least ill know who my real friends are.
and if you all leave me? well, ill just have to deal with it then, right? oh, by the way, if you leave, i can fairly safely say you're materialistic, so get lost, good riddance and screw you.
Like wise people say in the face of these kinds of moments; "Fuck that shit, thats gay"
whatever.
---
gwahaha. what a way to start a post eh?
Well, its ok, really. but i was bored to tears tonight. Oh, and i discovered that most of my grade hates me, annnnd one of my considered closer friends is two-faced, annnnd the girl i like at my school is interested in someone else, but shes been leading me on for a year and ive been too naive to suspect otherwise.
so yeah. prom was memorable in more ways than one, i guess. but none of them are good memories. these people who dont like me in the grade are kinda childish, really. apparantly they tried to rig my chair, but decided not to. and my 'close' friend (the one i mentioned earlier) tells me about their plot on prom night. then continues to tell me that someone had told her this weeks in advance. did i mention to get her to tell me this, i had to dig it out of her? yeah. this is my life.
i may be all happy, i may be taking life easy, and everythings sunny and bright in japan 'oh-dexter-you're-so-lucky-to-get-to-live-in-japan.'
yeah, well i hate it. there is not one stinking soul here that can think or act their age. its ghey. and the girl i liked? yeah, well, she was ok. shes mature, except she should also know that i dont appreciate wasting an entire year on something that wouldnt happen. so yeah. thanks for wasting a year of my effort. id like to call you names, but i dont particularly like that juvenile method of anger release.
so yeah, the food sucked, the lights sucked, the air sucked, the service sucked, the speeches sucked, even the mango juice sucked (how the hell do you make sucky mango juice??)
oh yeah, you know that fellow my um.. how do you say.. ex-crush? yeah. we'll use that strange and unneccesarily powerful method of description.
so the fellow my ex-crush likes (and asked to the prom, if i may add) was pressured by his friends to ask her to sit next to him for the night. which i think he did (i didnt stay for the whole night.. i ditched) so yeah. him and all his stupid buddies were watching me all night for my reaction if i saw them sitting together, but yeah. these little children can play their little 'watch the dexter' games for all eternity.
the thing that annoys me a little now (a lot at the time, but i dont care now) is how that excrush was used as a pawn in some kind of giant chess game to rile some reaction out of me. but yeah well, she decides to have a crush on some scapegoat of a large bunch of guys who think with their asses than with their god-given brains, thats her bad choice. she leaves on the 15th of june, but that is immaterial as of now. im done with playing the loser of this crap. she can go suck up to him for however long she wants to, all the way up to the end of her time in japan if she wants.
so yeah. its been a lousy night. i find now, in japan, i have no friends. and if you judge me, and distance yourself from me after learning im friendless, then good. at least ill know who my real friends are.
and if you all leave me? well, ill just have to deal with it then, right? oh, by the way, if you leave, i can fairly safely say you're materialistic, so get lost, good riddance and screw you.
Like wise people say in the face of these kinds of moments; "Fuck that shit, thats gay"
whatever.
---
Monday, April 30, 2007
What wasting away is
I am the embodiment of wasting away~
mwaha.. cos mostly what im doing nowadays is sitting in fron of this compooter and mess around with games, email, chat, and file modding. its good and all to do stuff like this i suppose, but thing is im a little clueless on the current events, you woulda thought i would go read the news or something since ive got internet access.
oh but nooo~ im one of those ignorance is bliss people, dad said it right when he says to me "you're not inquisitve" which is kinda right. i ate a bowl of porridge, when there was already one made ready for me, which was covered by a plate, yknow to keep the contamination out. so the bowl sits there for ages, while i eat a different halping of porridge, not realizing if i just lifted the damn plate off the bowl, i woulda found my lunch anyway..
yes, otherwise, aside from sitting doing virtually nothing for hours on end, i also sit around surrounded by M&Ms and chips (or as the britons call it 'crisps.' go britain --" ) so not only do i waste away in front of my compooter, im also a couch potatoe what with all the foodstuff im surrounded in.
so that makes me a festering couch potato with a complete lack of interest in the world around me.
gee..
but who cares, im happy. i figured id get fat or something, but my metabolism is one of those retardo 'lets do stuff to make this poor guy as thin as humanly possible' kinds. so im still kinda thin.. sigh. need to go back to the gym. but thats ok, im happy.
oh the stuff that kinda takes the happy happy joy joy element out of it is the fact that ive got chem and math and english and physics stuff to do.. oh well..
well, im thankful to have all this crap to worry about though. at least i know im going somewhere. hehe. im listening to 'Do what you want' by Ok Go. awesome song. really addictive. i like the beat~
aha!! you've wasted even more time reading this pointless post!
well, yeah i love you too then hehehe~
anyhoo, take it easy,
LateR
---
mwaha.. cos mostly what im doing nowadays is sitting in fron of this compooter and mess around with games, email, chat, and file modding. its good and all to do stuff like this i suppose, but thing is im a little clueless on the current events, you woulda thought i would go read the news or something since ive got internet access.
oh but nooo~ im one of those ignorance is bliss people, dad said it right when he says to me "you're not inquisitve" which is kinda right. i ate a bowl of porridge, when there was already one made ready for me, which was covered by a plate, yknow to keep the contamination out. so the bowl sits there for ages, while i eat a different halping of porridge, not realizing if i just lifted the damn plate off the bowl, i woulda found my lunch anyway..
yes, otherwise, aside from sitting doing virtually nothing for hours on end, i also sit around surrounded by M&Ms and chips (or as the britons call it 'crisps.' go britain --" ) so not only do i waste away in front of my compooter, im also a couch potatoe what with all the foodstuff im surrounded in.
so that makes me a festering couch potato with a complete lack of interest in the world around me.
gee..
but who cares, im happy. i figured id get fat or something, but my metabolism is one of those retardo 'lets do stuff to make this poor guy as thin as humanly possible' kinds. so im still kinda thin.. sigh. need to go back to the gym. but thats ok, im happy.
oh the stuff that kinda takes the happy happy joy joy element out of it is the fact that ive got chem and math and english and physics stuff to do.. oh well..
well, im thankful to have all this crap to worry about though. at least i know im going somewhere. hehe. im listening to 'Do what you want' by Ok Go. awesome song. really addictive. i like the beat~
aha!! you've wasted even more time reading this pointless post!
well, yeah i love you too then hehehe~
anyhoo, take it easy,
LateR
---
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Yknow, this is just a winge, but if you want to read it, go ahead. you wont find sh*t nothing interesting here.
either way, my friend had a surprise birthday party the other day. last saturday, aactually. thing is, im cool with the guy, and his girlfriend is supposedly my best friend. which, unfortunately, was a naive thought on my part. i wasnt invited. yeah whatever, lame, sad, pathetic, you name it, whatever, screw you if you think like that, cos you're a dumbass too.
geezes, honestly, cant even make the gawdamn call, just ask, at the very least? as opposed to leave me out? i sound like a some girl having a cry about missing the prom or some crap similar to that, but this is something else, you know, i mean, everyone i considered close was there. for fucks sake, my best friend was there with all my supposed close buddies celebrating her boyfriends birthday party! for chrissakes at least TELL me that you're having the motherfucking thing ay? wtf is that just leaving me out of all this? i find this shit out 5 fucking days after it motherfucking happens.
its complete bullfuckingshit the way i was left out of this. what? now im too much of a loser to go to someones house? now im just some idiot whom you want not to hang out?? is my loser aura going to dampen your mood? good fuck, at least have half the decency to tell me that you're having it, its not like im gonna crash the fucking thing, as opposed to you lot, who just turn up on anyones fucking doorstep and walk in as if you bought the whole gawdamn motherfucking place.
i mean seriously, is there not an ounce of courtesy in your fucking bones? TELL ME. shit. good lot of 'friends' you are. i bet you bitch behind my back, too. gawdamn it. shit, since im swearing my head off, gawdamn you too, bloody friends. shit, no wonder i pick my friends carefully. hell, im gonna be even more careful with who i pick in the future. i mean, i chose carefully, and i end up with you?? fuck, my standards must be really low.
Japan, place of technological wonder. oh, so polite they are. well, obviously the asshole who wrote that didnt understand anything he wrote. what a naive assbag.
Cant wait til i ditch this fucking country.
whatever.
---
either way, my friend had a surprise birthday party the other day. last saturday, aactually. thing is, im cool with the guy, and his girlfriend is supposedly my best friend. which, unfortunately, was a naive thought on my part. i wasnt invited. yeah whatever, lame, sad, pathetic, you name it, whatever, screw you if you think like that, cos you're a dumbass too.
geezes, honestly, cant even make the gawdamn call, just ask, at the very least? as opposed to leave me out? i sound like a some girl having a cry about missing the prom or some crap similar to that, but this is something else, you know, i mean, everyone i considered close was there. for fucks sake, my best friend was there with all my supposed close buddies celebrating her boyfriends birthday party! for chrissakes at least TELL me that you're having the motherfucking thing ay? wtf is that just leaving me out of all this? i find this shit out 5 fucking days after it motherfucking happens.
its complete bullfuckingshit the way i was left out of this. what? now im too much of a loser to go to someones house? now im just some idiot whom you want not to hang out?? is my loser aura going to dampen your mood? good fuck, at least have half the decency to tell me that you're having it, its not like im gonna crash the fucking thing, as opposed to you lot, who just turn up on anyones fucking doorstep and walk in as if you bought the whole gawdamn motherfucking place.
i mean seriously, is there not an ounce of courtesy in your fucking bones? TELL ME. shit. good lot of 'friends' you are. i bet you bitch behind my back, too. gawdamn it. shit, since im swearing my head off, gawdamn you too, bloody friends. shit, no wonder i pick my friends carefully. hell, im gonna be even more careful with who i pick in the future. i mean, i chose carefully, and i end up with you?? fuck, my standards must be really low.
Japan, place of technological wonder. oh, so polite they are. well, obviously the asshole who wrote that didnt understand anything he wrote. what a naive assbag.
Cant wait til i ditch this fucking country.
whatever.
---
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Sports Day
Well, sports day was today~
im really tired so im just gonna make this quick.
We get to pick which sport we wanna do - socca, basket, hockey or volleyball. then we proceed accordingly to our team colors.
then we play in a tourney style ladder, with points and all. i forget what the points are so yeah.
So i was in socca. And also in blue team. we played the other teams, red greeen and yellow (actually, its north south east and west, higashi minami kita and nishi <-- thats not in the right order i dont think), with girls and boys divided into their own leagues. the thing lasted about 5 hours~ish of 20 minute games.
So we played, and we kinda tied 2 games, won one game, and lost the final against the green team. which is ghey, cos i swear that one goal counted (dammit).
anyway, so i did my homework in the computer lab afterward (against my will), where one of my classmates (i think she doenst like me now, and im pretty sure why but cant really bring myself to talk to her yet), and her friend were doing some work.
So i got nothing done in all of an hour, except find out i had more work than i thought, and climbed the stairs to get it - where i got a stich just climbing the stairs at a ridiculously slow rate (either im tired, or out of shape.. pick one). As i left with one of my friends, we saw another lot (good socca players, they are) and we walked down the hill in a bunch of us.
I saw crepe and was starving like a.. like a..
And i was starving.
So i reached into my pocket and discovered that my wallet wasnt in my back pocket, where it normally is. so i decided to pass on the crepe (which i regret now, cos i had coins) and ran home (which i regret now, cos im in some serious pain from sports day now). i was on the verge of complete panic, when my mum mentioned something heavy in my pant pocket of one of my pants hanging in my wonderful and pretty room ("clean up this mess!"). So i reached for the pair indicated, and found my glorious Versace wallet in my back pocket, and then i remembered that i used this pair of pants yesterday, for school.
So thats it for pants, i guess.
Oh, and i was so tired from sports day and running like nuts home that i couldnt figure out whether i washed my hair yet, so i did it a second time. I realized that i had already washed my hair only after i did it a second time. then i had a chat with my mummers.
then i kinda plopped myself down in front of the compooter and started writing this random stuff.
Ok im done tk care LateR
---
im really tired so im just gonna make this quick.
We get to pick which sport we wanna do - socca, basket, hockey or volleyball. then we proceed accordingly to our team colors.
then we play in a tourney style ladder, with points and all. i forget what the points are so yeah.
So i was in socca. And also in blue team. we played the other teams, red greeen and yellow (actually, its north south east and west, higashi minami kita and nishi <-- thats not in the right order i dont think), with girls and boys divided into their own leagues. the thing lasted about 5 hours~ish of 20 minute games.
So we played, and we kinda tied 2 games, won one game, and lost the final against the green team. which is ghey, cos i swear that one goal counted (dammit).
anyway, so i did my homework in the computer lab afterward (against my will), where one of my classmates (i think she doenst like me now, and im pretty sure why but cant really bring myself to talk to her yet), and her friend were doing some work.
So i got nothing done in all of an hour, except find out i had more work than i thought, and climbed the stairs to get it - where i got a stich just climbing the stairs at a ridiculously slow rate (either im tired, or out of shape.. pick one). As i left with one of my friends, we saw another lot (good socca players, they are) and we walked down the hill in a bunch of us.
I saw crepe and was starving like a.. like a..
And i was starving.
So i reached into my pocket and discovered that my wallet wasnt in my back pocket, where it normally is. so i decided to pass on the crepe (which i regret now, cos i had coins) and ran home (which i regret now, cos im in some serious pain from sports day now). i was on the verge of complete panic, when my mum mentioned something heavy in my pant pocket of one of my pants hanging in my wonderful and pretty room ("clean up this mess!"). So i reached for the pair indicated, and found my glorious Versace wallet in my back pocket, and then i remembered that i used this pair of pants yesterday, for school.
So thats it for pants, i guess.
Oh, and i was so tired from sports day and running like nuts home that i couldnt figure out whether i washed my hair yet, so i did it a second time. I realized that i had already washed my hair only after i did it a second time. then i had a chat with my mummers.
then i kinda plopped myself down in front of the compooter and started writing this random stuff.
Ok im done tk care LateR
---
Friday, April 6, 2007
My day
Edit; This was started on thursday, so elements and details of friday might trickle in, as i finished it on friday.
***
Im gonna be like every other blogger in the whole wide world who starts a blog, im going to tell you my day. its not one of those mundane "i woke up and took a shower and went to school" crap. Well it is, but its a little more exciting than that, but not by much. Ill try to make it as interesting as i can.
So before i even opened my eyes, i woke up to the yells and screams of my mum, as she charged into the room making a big hooha about the horrible mess that was my cozy lil room. I do imagine mum took special care to make sure that she yelled at me for my mountain of clothing on the hangar. So I kinda ducked under the covers to escape the noise, but mums motherly voice just came blasting through the pretty thick protection of my thick winter blanket like it was a piece of paper. So as i knew that i wasnt gonna escape the hell that just came blazing into my room, i dragged my lead body out of my bed. 'Boy, this was gonna be an exciting day,' i thought; 'If i know my luck, its only gonna get worse.'
I was right.
It was a freezing morning, and in my rush to get out of the house (to remove myself from angering my mother any further [and save myself]), i managed to shower, wolf down breakfast - which was my fav, coconut extract and something in a breakfast roll - which i choked on in my haste, and run out of the house. Unfortunately, as i mentioned, it was a freezing morning. And in all its glory, i only pulled on a single layered, long sleeve polo shirt, and my kinda loose~ish fitting jeans (and underpants, for all those who seem to think that i must describe everything, else it be obscene). So as i left the door, i yanked my backpack along with me out the door as i charged for the elevator, eager to leave the building.
Of course, as you know, i froze the heck out of myself, 'cos of the lousy temperatures and howling winds. but i was grumpy and moody as a walked along, fuming the entire time (for obvious reasons). The horrible mood helped to keep some of the heat in though, which was a little beneficial to me, or else i probably wouldnt have made it to school alive.
When i got to school, if anything, it got even colder inside (lets go outside and get warm). So that darkened my day a lot more. I spent the first two periods of chemistry figuring out what the heck the teacher was talking about, what with all the fancy schmancy jargon and terminology (and another word that im trying to think of, its on the tip of my tongue, i think it starts with con- or com-). There she was rambling on and on and on about 'rate constants' and 'the rate constand isnt really a constant, 'cos it depends on the temperature, but its still a constant' (<-- that one really confuzzled me, that did). So after my two periods of utter confusion, I sit for a Japanese test, one which i can say i probably scored better than half (thats a bad thing).
{Learn japanese fast; read it sideways, for the kids; dont.}
After that, i had recess, one recess, one of which i skippd my favourite honey stars, cos i had a physics test after the next period, which was english. Turns out i had some important meds with my recess food.. so i didnt take those, which resulted in my feeling sick in the stomach the rest of the day.
English class was disastrous, we had this thing where we had to discuss a section of the book we're doing (Metamorphosis, by Kafka), which i didnt contribute at all, cos was rushing my last minute review for the test (which didnt work, as i already knew, but i tried anyway). Dont do last minute review, kiddies. It doesnt work. By the end of class however, i had a massive need for the bathroom to which my glorious teacher, Ms Rivard, allowed me. So i tore down the hall to the bathroom, tripping along the way, but managing not to spill over flat out on the ground to look like some sort of loser-pansy-two-left-feet-retard (im a loser, and a retard, but not a pansy nor do i have two left feet, ive got butterfingers though).
Physics test went well... for the first 2 pages. there were about 7 pages to this whole thing. It was horrendous. in a best case scenario, i calculated my score about a little better than half, and i was already being generous with myself. So i'm doomed for that. Im going to need to work aawful hard on my physics to being my grade to decent levels again.
Things turned up a little after lunch, though. It was PE, and normally its pretty fun, if i didnt have an impending math exam the next day (which was okay for me, but everyone else said it was bad, so i think im sunk). So with the looming math test the next day, i played soccer.
It was all going good and jolly, and i was charging up the right wing, closing in on the goal, dribbling my way past the defense, which was pretty heavy, in a one man show. i was in my element. i found my zone. nothing but the ball, the goal, and these things in my way. I got past the last piece of defense and i saw myself an open goal, as the goalie was nowhere to be seen.
Then i found him.
He ran into me like a freight train. Well, more like i ran into him, really. But only 'cos he found his way in front of me. It was like driving one of those little smart cars into an eighteen-wheeler. plus, he was low, so i more or less flew over him (i run fast, and he was leaning to about the height of my knees). So i brought a bunch of scratches home with me that day.
I stayed back after school to do my work (and avoid going home). I went to a math review session for the math test which was happening the next day. Of course, in accordance to the prohecy, my bad luck held out just for me. One of the.. more outspoken (noisy) girls in my grade (ugh) whom i wont say whom (starts with an M ends in an O and has ARIK in between) required a lot of help (was retarded) from the teacher (hogging), which she had earlier mentioned that she didnt like people who hogged teachers (hypocrite).
Of course, not all of her qualities are bad. Shes actally quite nice... no.. she's quite interesting.. no.. she's.. no, nevermind.. she has a house that is 2 doors down from the school. Okay. thats all i can think of, thats good for her.
Anyway, i attended the fuitless review session and decided to go home (albeit reluctantly).
Staggering home in the slicing winter winds, i made my way home, immesurably happy about how the day developed. I say immesurably not because it was good or anything (as you can obviously tell) but because there wasnt a gawdamn bit of happiness to measure. i trudged home, gumpier than i had been for months. As i neared home, i walked past Family Mart, this convenience store. I thought id at least do something with my bad mood and try to lighten it, so i got myself a snickers peanut bar (i wanted taco flavoured potato chips, but that wasnt meant to be, as it was officially my bad day or something).
I still havent eaten the stupid thing. Its sitting here, next to me on a crappy
no nevermind. i cant find it anymore. i didnt eat it, that means its lost somewhere in the house (stinking Snickers bar).
So anyway, i make my way into the house, welcomed by my mum reminding me about how messy my room is. So that makes my joy of being alive skyrocket. because i love having the sheer amazingness of having a miserable day. You cant even imagine my joy.
Anyway, dinner was late because my daddums was attending a college workshop over at school (the most wonderful place on earth), so we ate first. I was at the computer just getting into a chat with someone close, when dad called me over, which although opened my eyes to my college situation, took time. In that time, my posted bedtime approached, limiting my talk time. So i got about all of 3 minutes to chat, and i had to go to bed (yes, witness the injustice, which is quite well deserved.. really.)
Not to mention this tic i have about picking at my (already horrendous) pimple problem, when i come under stress or exam conditions. I was more or less picking at my face all day, so i looked like i had gotten into a fight by the end of the day. Oh disgusting image, you say. but you imagine the worst tic you have, and apply it to yourself for an entire day. how would you feel, much less look? yes. i thought so.
Friday in a nutshell, so as not to bore you to death (if you're not dead already); i wake up to mothers yells (again), go to school, see a stupid poem read out with ridiculous music during assembly, get my only study hall of the week cut short, think my math test was ok when im proabbly sunk based on my peers assessment of the test, walk a million miles to the nearest "convenience" store for lunch, barely make it in time for economics, and get talked to death. i stay after school to talk to my teacher about my extended essay, and find out i have 3 weeks to find a decent lot of sources and a good, focused question.
{hows that for a focused question?}
A lot of time eh? no. im taking this weekend to deal with my college stuff. With all the crap thats going to happen within the next few weeks, i imagine minimum time to deal with my extended essay, which is all important, due to the implications if i fail (no diploma, two years of my life wasted, another two likely to follow).
I've got this theory; for everything bad, theres something equally good to counter it. like karma or the yin yang thing aye? yeah. im assuming one of two possible things;
- Since i had a blast during the spring break (kind of), the lousy crap is only catching up to me now (with interest, it seems)
- I'm having the worst damn time now, maybe in the next few days, itll get better (hope so, i think im overdue).
Selfish, mean, nasty, sarcastic, stupid, crabby, bitchy, call me what you will. I am who i am and no one will change that.
Kind of a sad thought, really.
--
***
Im gonna be like every other blogger in the whole wide world who starts a blog, im going to tell you my day. its not one of those mundane "i woke up and took a shower and went to school" crap. Well it is, but its a little more exciting than that, but not by much. Ill try to make it as interesting as i can.
So before i even opened my eyes, i woke up to the yells and screams of my mum, as she charged into the room making a big hooha about the horrible mess that was my cozy lil room. I do imagine mum took special care to make sure that she yelled at me for my mountain of clothing on the hangar. So I kinda ducked under the covers to escape the noise, but mums motherly voice just came blasting through the pretty thick protection of my thick winter blanket like it was a piece of paper. So as i knew that i wasnt gonna escape the hell that just came blazing into my room, i dragged my lead body out of my bed. 'Boy, this was gonna be an exciting day,' i thought; 'If i know my luck, its only gonna get worse.'
I was right.
It was a freezing morning, and in my rush to get out of the house (to remove myself from angering my mother any further [and save myself]), i managed to shower, wolf down breakfast - which was my fav, coconut extract and something in a breakfast roll - which i choked on in my haste, and run out of the house. Unfortunately, as i mentioned, it was a freezing morning. And in all its glory, i only pulled on a single layered, long sleeve polo shirt, and my kinda loose~ish fitting jeans (and underpants, for all those who seem to think that i must describe everything, else it be obscene). So as i left the door, i yanked my backpack along with me out the door as i charged for the elevator, eager to leave the building.
Of course, as you know, i froze the heck out of myself, 'cos of the lousy temperatures and howling winds. but i was grumpy and moody as a walked along, fuming the entire time (for obvious reasons). The horrible mood helped to keep some of the heat in though, which was a little beneficial to me, or else i probably wouldnt have made it to school alive.
When i got to school, if anything, it got even colder inside (lets go outside and get warm). So that darkened my day a lot more. I spent the first two periods of chemistry figuring out what the heck the teacher was talking about, what with all the fancy schmancy jargon and terminology (and another word that im trying to think of, its on the tip of my tongue, i think it starts with con- or com-). There she was rambling on and on and on about 'rate constants' and 'the rate constand isnt really a constant, 'cos it depends on the temperature, but its still a constant' (<-- that one really confuzzled me, that did). So after my two periods of utter confusion, I sit for a Japanese test, one which i can say i probably scored better than half (thats a bad thing).
{Learn japanese fast; read it sideways, for the kids; dont.}
After that, i had recess, one recess, one of which i skippd my favourite honey stars, cos i had a physics test after the next period, which was english. Turns out i had some important meds with my recess food.. so i didnt take those, which resulted in my feeling sick in the stomach the rest of the day.
English class was disastrous, we had this thing where we had to discuss a section of the book we're doing (Metamorphosis, by Kafka), which i didnt contribute at all, cos was rushing my last minute review for the test (which didnt work, as i already knew, but i tried anyway). Dont do last minute review, kiddies. It doesnt work. By the end of class however, i had a massive need for the bathroom to which my glorious teacher, Ms Rivard, allowed me. So i tore down the hall to the bathroom, tripping along the way, but managing not to spill over flat out on the ground to look like some sort of loser-pansy-two-left-feet-retard (im a loser, and a retard, but not a pansy nor do i have two left feet, ive got butterfingers though).
Physics test went well... for the first 2 pages. there were about 7 pages to this whole thing. It was horrendous. in a best case scenario, i calculated my score about a little better than half, and i was already being generous with myself. So i'm doomed for that. Im going to need to work aawful hard on my physics to being my grade to decent levels again.
Things turned up a little after lunch, though. It was PE, and normally its pretty fun, if i didnt have an impending math exam the next day (which was okay for me, but everyone else said it was bad, so i think im sunk). So with the looming math test the next day, i played soccer.
It was all going good and jolly, and i was charging up the right wing, closing in on the goal, dribbling my way past the defense, which was pretty heavy, in a one man show. i was in my element. i found my zone. nothing but the ball, the goal, and these things in my way. I got past the last piece of defense and i saw myself an open goal, as the goalie was nowhere to be seen.
Then i found him.
He ran into me like a freight train. Well, more like i ran into him, really. But only 'cos he found his way in front of me. It was like driving one of those little smart cars into an eighteen-wheeler. plus, he was low, so i more or less flew over him (i run fast, and he was leaning to about the height of my knees). So i brought a bunch of scratches home with me that day.
I stayed back after school to do my work (and avoid going home). I went to a math review session for the math test which was happening the next day. Of course, in accordance to the prohecy, my bad luck held out just for me. One of the.. more outspoken (noisy) girls in my grade (ugh) whom i wont say whom (starts with an M ends in an O and has ARIK in between) required a lot of help (was retarded) from the teacher (hogging), which she had earlier mentioned that she didnt like people who hogged teachers (hypocrite).
Of course, not all of her qualities are bad. Shes actally quite nice... no.. she's quite interesting.. no.. she's.. no, nevermind.. she has a house that is 2 doors down from the school. Okay. thats all i can think of, thats good for her.
Anyway, i attended the fuitless review session and decided to go home (albeit reluctantly).
Staggering home in the slicing winter winds, i made my way home, immesurably happy about how the day developed. I say immesurably not because it was good or anything (as you can obviously tell) but because there wasnt a gawdamn bit of happiness to measure. i trudged home, gumpier than i had been for months. As i neared home, i walked past Family Mart, this convenience store. I thought id at least do something with my bad mood and try to lighten it, so i got myself a snickers peanut bar (i wanted taco flavoured potato chips, but that wasnt meant to be, as it was officially my bad day or something).
I still havent eaten the stupid thing. Its sitting here, next to me on a crappy
no nevermind. i cant find it anymore. i didnt eat it, that means its lost somewhere in the house (stinking Snickers bar).
So anyway, i make my way into the house, welcomed by my mum reminding me about how messy my room is. So that makes my joy of being alive skyrocket. because i love having the sheer amazingness of having a miserable day. You cant even imagine my joy.
Anyway, dinner was late because my daddums was attending a college workshop over at school (the most wonderful place on earth), so we ate first. I was at the computer just getting into a chat with someone close, when dad called me over, which although opened my eyes to my college situation, took time. In that time, my posted bedtime approached, limiting my talk time. So i got about all of 3 minutes to chat, and i had to go to bed (yes, witness the injustice, which is quite well deserved.. really.)
Not to mention this tic i have about picking at my (already horrendous) pimple problem, when i come under stress or exam conditions. I was more or less picking at my face all day, so i looked like i had gotten into a fight by the end of the day. Oh disgusting image, you say. but you imagine the worst tic you have, and apply it to yourself for an entire day. how would you feel, much less look? yes. i thought so.
Friday in a nutshell, so as not to bore you to death (if you're not dead already); i wake up to mothers yells (again), go to school, see a stupid poem read out with ridiculous music during assembly, get my only study hall of the week cut short, think my math test was ok when im proabbly sunk based on my peers assessment of the test, walk a million miles to the nearest "convenience" store for lunch, barely make it in time for economics, and get talked to death. i stay after school to talk to my teacher about my extended essay, and find out i have 3 weeks to find a decent lot of sources and a good, focused question.
{hows that for a focused question?}A lot of time eh? no. im taking this weekend to deal with my college stuff. With all the crap thats going to happen within the next few weeks, i imagine minimum time to deal with my extended essay, which is all important, due to the implications if i fail (no diploma, two years of my life wasted, another two likely to follow).
I've got this theory; for everything bad, theres something equally good to counter it. like karma or the yin yang thing aye? yeah. im assuming one of two possible things;
- Since i had a blast during the spring break (kind of), the lousy crap is only catching up to me now (with interest, it seems)
- I'm having the worst damn time now, maybe in the next few days, itll get better (hope so, i think im overdue).
Selfish, mean, nasty, sarcastic, stupid, crabby, bitchy, call me what you will. I am who i am and no one will change that.
Kind of a sad thought, really.
--
Monday, April 2, 2007
Looks okay from here.
Well, we've left. all the work of our matches gone to waste; from 36th on the ladder, all the way up to 13th. and we left. so much time and effort put in, such a shame its all gone away. well, i suppose its not so bad. i've learned a lot from this (i dont know what those lessons are yet, but ill figure it out sooner or later).
It looks like we're going to be off on our own little clan for a while. its gonna be called TheNine or something. Its most of the =UnT= Elite Squad with the exception of Saladin, who decided to remain with UnT. well, im sorry, Sal.
I suppose it cant be all bad, much as i hate to leave UnT. But my loyalties are to Houtman and N3misis (particularly N3m). Since most of the late Elite squad has formed up on Houtman, it seems that we're still gonna be hangin' around together, in our own little squad. No big-man orginization to rule over us, you know? No higher power to watch over us and breathe down our necks. Itll be just Us, freelance. Almost like mercenaries, except we're not up for hire. At least, as far as i can tell. We'll just be us, like.. like.. a single faction, just us lot blasting the hell out of anything that gets in our way. Like i says to one of the guys the other day "Always been Elite, always will be elite."
^ That doesnt really count anymore, cos we're not Elite, but we're still the same. Just under a different name. It doesnt matter what our name is to me (it could be 'hout n n3ms lot' for all i care), its just who's in the squad. And the roster is still the same, so im comfortable with it.
Well, ill post more up here when i need to sort stuff out.
If you were reading this, i do imagine you've done one of two things;
-learned a little more about me and how i think or
-wasted about 5 minutes of your life.
anyway, take it easy, all.
LateR
---
It looks like we're going to be off on our own little clan for a while. its gonna be called TheNine or something. Its most of the =UnT= Elite Squad with the exception of Saladin, who decided to remain with UnT. well, im sorry, Sal.
I suppose it cant be all bad, much as i hate to leave UnT. But my loyalties are to Houtman and N3misis (particularly N3m). Since most of the late Elite squad has formed up on Houtman, it seems that we're still gonna be hangin' around together, in our own little squad. No big-man orginization to rule over us, you know? No higher power to watch over us and breathe down our necks. Itll be just Us, freelance. Almost like mercenaries, except we're not up for hire. At least, as far as i can tell. We'll just be us, like.. like.. a single faction, just us lot blasting the hell out of anything that gets in our way. Like i says to one of the guys the other day "Always been Elite, always will be elite."
^ That doesnt really count anymore, cos we're not Elite, but we're still the same. Just under a different name. It doesnt matter what our name is to me (it could be 'hout n n3ms lot' for all i care), its just who's in the squad. And the roster is still the same, so im comfortable with it.
Well, ill post more up here when i need to sort stuff out.
If you were reading this, i do imagine you've done one of two things;
-learned a little more about me and how i think or
-wasted about 5 minutes of your life.
anyway, take it easy, all.
LateR
---
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Leaving?
Well, i decided to post this here, since i doubt any of the =UnT= guys would read this.
Houtman (my squad leader) left the clan, which kinda stinks, considering hes a good shooter too. thing is, im joining him to wherever we may go (i know where we're going, but im just not allowed to say yet), and he's taken a bunch of us with him.
It kinda sucks butt, cos i've played with UnT for a long time now. well, ive decided to go with Hout. My loyalty has always been to n3m and hout, so thats where it will remain.
sigh. but i do hope it works out for the best. nothing like making a wrong decision..
LateR
---
Houtman (my squad leader) left the clan, which kinda stinks, considering hes a good shooter too. thing is, im joining him to wherever we may go (i know where we're going, but im just not allowed to say yet), and he's taken a bunch of us with him.
It kinda sucks butt, cos i've played with UnT for a long time now. well, ive decided to go with Hout. My loyalty has always been to n3m and hout, so thats where it will remain.
sigh. but i do hope it works out for the best. nothing like making a wrong decision..
LateR
---
Kanamara Matsucho and my new amps.
So i went out to Kawasaki today, which was a nice trip. we went to this fertility feistival thing, which was interesting, to say the least. i might put up pictures sometime, but i might get this blog closed down for "graphic" or "obscene" imagery. Id tell you what i saw there, but im also a little uncomfortable with that. you know what? just go google the damn thing yourself. haha! im kidding, i googled the damn thing FOR you! its on wikipedia, but dont worry; its pretty accurate from what i understand about the festival.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanamara_Matsuri
its short, too. so you dont have to waste your precious time reading it (so why are you reading this, then?). well its fun, yes i saw the thing in the picture and ive got pictures (not of me though, i prefer to keep my dignity).
well after that, we went down to the station and we finally got my new acoustic guitar amps. ive been looking for a good one for about 2~4 months now. well, out of lack of choice of cheap speakers, we got this pretty awesome Crate Amplifier. the amp itself was good, but the price was a little on the high side. ni ju ni sen yen. yeah. its a little pricey.
but the thing is, its not the purchase that kinda annoys me, or the price. it was the consideration of the cash and stuff. i dunno, there was an issue with the cash and all, so the folks decided to haggle a lil. which im all for, if it wasnt in the formal establishment that we were in. personally, id haggle to within an inch of our lives (yes, mine and yours), but when it comes to places like this, id rather not do it. especially in japan aye. in malaysia it woulda been easier, besides they're really nice in japan, and i dont particularly feel like making their lives all tough and hard. and they're pretty earnest when they do their job.
i mean, can there just be a simple transaction of goods & services and money? like a;
Hi
Welcome!
Im looking for amplifiers for my guitar
Why sure, lets see what we've got.
*looking around and comparing stuff*
Well, im gonna go with this one
Oh yes, thats a good one, 'specially if you're only gonna play at home
Yeh thats what i thought
*credit card and charging and all that stuff*
Thank you!
Yeah, thanks a lot
Ill carry that to the entrance
Thanks
Come again!
LateR
(by the way, no matter how steriotypical it seems, its all true about japan, the guywas really helpful)
well, in any case, for me it was all good and jolly til we got to the "well im gonna go with this one" part. then all the haggling came in and i literally thought 'wtf,' with all the words put in. it was insane, why haggle in the middle of an established music store? just pay the damn money and be done with it!
i can understand if its somewhere else, but to me this kinda thing is tantamount to causing a scene. so there was a lot of "i dont believe you" and crap like that. it was just insane. i mean we got a lotta free crap, but thats beside the point; i dont like causing trouble for other people mostly cos its ghey. and its all cos of this obsession with money; i believe the principle (the excuse, more like) behind this mind-set is 'get your moneys worth.' But at the expense of others? if its a life or death situation i might understand (and i emphasize the 'might'), but over a set of guitar amps? no. not me. id rather not do that, its just not worth the stress thats caused to both parties.
even after we bought the amps, we took a train home. that would've been okay if the amps didnt weight 600tons or something. geezes, so it wasnt 600tons but it couldve BEEN 600tons for all that i care, it was heavy as f*&^ thats what it was (dont worry, i dont swear, hence the bleeping out). and i carried that all the gawdamn way home. it sucked. even as i type this post out my fingers are still burning. i mean, if we took a cab home, it woulda been much easier, faster, and definately less painful. i sound like some kid on a winge streak, maybe i am. but the thing is, it was the obsession with money that made me take that stupid train and walk a couple kilometers total, as opposed to a cab that could've dropped me off right in front of the apartment building.
this isnt a matter of comfort (although it plays a pretty big role, here --"), its more of the principle behind it. that 'lets not spend money cos if we save more, we have more.' so then that defeats the entire purpose of actually having the money. whats the point of having the stuff if you cant spend it? i mean definately have savings and fall back money and all. thing is why not spend? why stinge? whats the point? why would you suffer for seemingly ages, when the easy road is just a couple bucks away? sure the hard road 'builds character' and all that, but if its redundant, theres no point going on the hard road. its just dumb.
Either way when i grow up (physically and mentally, even though im a little doubtful about the mental maturation part) im gonna make sure i dont have this narrow-minded 'save money to have money' stingey mindset crap. its ridiculous. im gonna be generous with my money, yknow, buy that brother on the street a meal, and have a drink with the guy. that kinda thing. help the less fortunate.
"oh yes, very pleasant thoughts, dexta, but are you really going to?"
yeah be doubtful aye? its just cos you guys cant keep to your own word that you put others down before you even see what happens.
like, say i was talking to my friend the other night (yesterday, in fact). she refused to believe me when i told her id do something for her. hehe. i admit it was a little fantastical, but i swear im gonna do what i told her id do. do not doubt me, for i am amazing that way. haha~!
yeah. so that was my winge (pronounced win-j) of the day.
ill see if i can get some pictures up from the festival. the computer is acting up again..
LateR
---
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanamara_Matsuri
its short, too. so you dont have to waste your precious time reading it (so why are you reading this, then?). well its fun, yes i saw the thing in the picture and ive got pictures (not of me though, i prefer to keep my dignity).
well after that, we went down to the station and we finally got my new acoustic guitar amps. ive been looking for a good one for about 2~4 months now. well, out of lack of choice of cheap speakers, we got this pretty awesome Crate Amplifier. the amp itself was good, but the price was a little on the high side. ni ju ni sen yen. yeah. its a little pricey.
but the thing is, its not the purchase that kinda annoys me, or the price. it was the consideration of the cash and stuff. i dunno, there was an issue with the cash and all, so the folks decided to haggle a lil. which im all for, if it wasnt in the formal establishment that we were in. personally, id haggle to within an inch of our lives (yes, mine and yours), but when it comes to places like this, id rather not do it. especially in japan aye. in malaysia it woulda been easier, besides they're really nice in japan, and i dont particularly feel like making their lives all tough and hard. and they're pretty earnest when they do their job.
i mean, can there just be a simple transaction of goods & services and money? like a;
Hi
Welcome!
Im looking for amplifiers for my guitar
Why sure, lets see what we've got.
*looking around and comparing stuff*
Well, im gonna go with this one
Oh yes, thats a good one, 'specially if you're only gonna play at home
Yeh thats what i thought
*credit card and charging and all that stuff*
Thank you!
Yeah, thanks a lot
Ill carry that to the entrance
Thanks
Come again!
LateR
(by the way, no matter how steriotypical it seems, its all true about japan, the guy
well, in any case, for me it was all good and jolly til we got to the "well im gonna go with this one" part. then all the haggling came in and i literally thought 'wtf,' with all the words put in. it was insane, why haggle in the middle of an established music store? just pay the damn money and be done with it!
i can understand if its somewhere else, but to me this kinda thing is tantamount to causing a scene. so there was a lot of "i dont believe you" and crap like that. it was just insane. i mean we got a lotta free crap, but thats beside the point; i dont like causing trouble for other people mostly cos its ghey. and its all cos of this obsession with money; i believe the principle (the excuse, more like) behind this mind-set is 'get your moneys worth.' But at the expense of others? if its a life or death situation i might understand (and i emphasize the 'might'), but over a set of guitar amps? no. not me. id rather not do that, its just not worth the stress thats caused to both parties.
even after we bought the amps, we took a train home. that would've been okay if the amps didnt weight 600tons or something. geezes, so it wasnt 600tons but it couldve BEEN 600tons for all that i care, it was heavy as f*&^ thats what it was (dont worry, i dont swear, hence the bleeping out). and i carried that all the gawdamn way home. it sucked. even as i type this post out my fingers are still burning. i mean, if we took a cab home, it woulda been much easier, faster, and definately less painful. i sound like some kid on a winge streak, maybe i am. but the thing is, it was the obsession with money that made me take that stupid train and walk a couple kilometers total, as opposed to a cab that could've dropped me off right in front of the apartment building.
this isnt a matter of comfort (although it plays a pretty big role, here --"), its more of the principle behind it. that 'lets not spend money cos if we save more, we have more.' so then that defeats the entire purpose of actually having the money. whats the point of having the stuff if you cant spend it? i mean definately have savings and fall back money and all. thing is why not spend? why stinge? whats the point? why would you suffer for seemingly ages, when the easy road is just a couple bucks away? sure the hard road 'builds character' and all that, but if its redundant, theres no point going on the hard road. its just dumb.
Either way when i grow up (physically and mentally, even though im a little doubtful about the mental maturation part) im gonna make sure i dont have this narrow-minded 'save money to have money' stingey mindset crap. its ridiculous. im gonna be generous with my money, yknow, buy that brother on the street a meal, and have a drink with the guy. that kinda thing. help the less fortunate.
"oh yes, very pleasant thoughts, dexta, but are you really going to?"
yeah be doubtful aye? its just cos you guys cant keep to your own word that you put others down before you even see what happens.
like, say i was talking to my friend the other night (yesterday, in fact). she refused to believe me when i told her id do something for her. hehe. i admit it was a little fantastical, but i swear im gonna do what i told her id do. do not doubt me, for i am amazing that way. haha~!
yeah. so that was my winge (pronounced win-j) of the day.
ill see if i can get some pictures up from the festival. the computer is acting up again..
LateR
---
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I finally found the time
Okay you losers who've got too much time on their hands and reading this blog for god-knows-what reasons (aside from complete boredom maybe).
well, anyway, ive been to Disneyland recently~! so that was fun. we went on teacups~! and everyone was all sick on the thing. ive got video somewhere on the thing somewhere or another. ill figure out how to get the thing up here sometime. its mostly everyone getting sick and yelling at me to stop twisting the thing, while im giving them a lecture on why we should keep spinning the teacup.
aside from that, we saw this ride which the line was probably longer than the one Jesus saw when he was feeding the 5000 people with the 2 fishies and 4 loaves of bread. It was one of those watersplash eek-we're-dropping-at-like-a-million-miles-per-second rides.
i tihnk when we asked the lady at the line, the wait was three hours, so i was thinking "holee crap! 3 flippin' hours! do you know what we can DO in 3 hours? we can eat a hearty lunch, go for about a total of 3 OtHeR rides besides the stupid watersplash eek-we're-dropping-at-like-a-million-miles-per-second, we can take a freakin nap, AND we can walk around Disneyland Tokyo." all in those 3 hours.
well, either way, we didnt go on the ride, cos we could've gone to Sakuragicho and played with the same watersplash i'm-not-even-gonna-do-that-million-times-crap-a-third-time. so it was a nice awesomely cool trip. We went to Disneyland and read everything in Japanese, and we got to be children again.. well.. we got to be childish with a reason this time.
hehe. it was fun. teacups, a peter pan ride we waited 1 hour for (which wasnt worth it, the ride, but the chick spotting was pretty cool, no real lookers though *sigh* but it doesnt matter, May looks the best out of the lot anyway), and a lot of shopping stuff that was pretty awesome.
ill get some pictures going when i find them (sister keeps chucking the damn memeory sticks all over the house), and if i figure out a way to embed video, ill show you lot our retarded-gazelle-gallop.
we went to sankaien gardens yesterday on a sakura viewing thingiemajiggy, that was awesome. but ill put that up on a different post, for ease of reading and all the rest of that crap i make up to make you feel better (haha kidding).
LateR
--
EDIT; Okay, i found the pictures (sister keeps chucking the stupid memory sticks all over the living room. anyway, have a laugh (haha shut up).
hehe. yes, twas fun fun. too bad you werent there. muahaha. dont worry, pay me a visit and you're definately coming with us to Disney. and if You in particular (you know who you are) come up, I'll take you there.
LateR
===
well, anyway, ive been to Disneyland recently~! so that was fun. we went on teacups~! and everyone was all sick on the thing. ive got video somewhere on the thing somewhere or another. ill figure out how to get the thing up here sometime. its mostly everyone getting sick and yelling at me to stop twisting the thing, while im giving them a lecture on why we should keep spinning the teacup.
aside from that, we saw this ride which the line was probably longer than the one Jesus saw when he was feeding the 5000 people with the 2 fishies and 4 loaves of bread. It was one of those watersplash eek-we're-dropping-at-like-a-million-miles-per-second rides.
i tihnk when we asked the lady at the line, the wait was three hours, so i was thinking "holee crap! 3 flippin' hours! do you know what we can DO in 3 hours? we can eat a hearty lunch, go for about a total of 3 OtHeR rides besides the stupid watersplash eek-we're-dropping-at-like-a-million-miles-per-second, we can take a freakin nap, AND we can walk around Disneyland Tokyo." all in those 3 hours.
well, either way, we didnt go on the ride, cos we could've gone to Sakuragicho and played with the same watersplash i'm-not-even-gonna-do-that-million-times-crap-a-third-time. so it was a nice awesomely cool trip. We went to Disneyland and read everything in Japanese, and we got to be children again.. well.. we got to be childish with a reason this time.
hehe. it was fun. teacups, a peter pan ride we waited 1 hour for (which wasnt worth it, the ride, but the chick spotting was pretty cool, no real lookers though *sigh* but it doesnt matter, May looks the best out of the lot anyway), and a lot of shopping stuff that was pretty awesome.
ill get some pictures going when i find them (sister keeps chucking the damn memeory sticks all over the house), and if i figure out a way to embed video, ill show you lot our retarded-gazelle-gallop.
we went to sankaien gardens yesterday on a sakura viewing thingiemajiggy, that was awesome. but ill put that up on a different post, for ease of reading and all the rest of that crap i make up to make you feel better (haha kidding).
LateR
--
EDIT; Okay, i found the pictures (sister keeps chucking the stupid memory sticks all over the living room. anyway, have a laugh (haha shut up).
hehe. yes, twas fun fun. too bad you werent there. muahaha. dont worry, pay me a visit and you're definately coming with us to Disney. and if You in particular (you know who you are) come up, I'll take you there.
LateR
===
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
