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Me: (Apathetically) 'sup?


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Me: (Excited) OH MY GOODNESS! I'm in love! (in this context, Love refers to a "profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person", precisely towards a male...who does not exist...outside my computer) Before you make an image of myself as someone like:

Let me describe him to you. He is a heterosexual guy who thinks he is homosexual because he feels attraction towards a guy at his school who is actually a girl in disguise. (Is that a run-on?) Anyway, thats his situation, not him! His name is Nakatsu! *Squeal squeal* That my friends is a Japanese name. He is just like any other boy, except he is EXTREMELY cute/hot/ sexy soccer player (depending on your taste. If you ask me, he deserves both) who is surrounded by several other EXTREMELY cute/hot boys. 

Do not judge me! That is only 5% of the reason I like him. 

Unfortunately, I will not be able to explain the other 95% of him that actually matters to me because he is ethereal. So, if you want to know more about him, you will have to check out the videos that follow this post. Note: I said checkout the videos. Please do not check him out as he is inescapably mine. 

Before you start comparing me to a crazy Twilight fan, please understand that I am a properly brought up, well educated human being who understands and accepts the difference between the person I wish to be with (referring to Nakatsu) and the person I will be with. So, you will never find me writing a letter to Nakatsu with my blood asking him to bite me. 

However, he does give me the tingly, anxious feeling you are supposed to get when you are in love; which is alright because everyone at one point of their life falls in love with a cartoon/TV/Movie character. Right? -.~

I would like to emphasize on the fact that I am in Love with Nakatsu who I know everything about. However, since the character Nakatsu was played by Ikuta toma *drool drool*, I have a certain attraction towards him, as well. Attraction to the point that I can bear watching all of his shows. However, I refrain from saying I LOVE him because I don't know much about him to admit to a heavy feeling as such. 

Last thing, you are most likely to get creeped out, throw your laptop away or puke as you watch these videos while keeping my feelings in mind. That is not because all of what I said is false, it is because you have not the slightest idea of the story behind his actions. So, ladies and Gentlemen, don't be stereotypical trolls. Just click on the link at the bottom and dedicate an hour or so to watching the character you're going to fall in love with! I present to you Shuichi Nakatsu:

This video doesn't have subtitles, its just him...hehehehe

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Watch the first four episodes! You'll love it! It has subtitles, thats how I watch it! You will NOT regret it. Heres the link:

http://www.mysoju.com/japanese-drama/hana-kimi/ 

Not again!!

I was 15 when I found people gasping and laughing at me because I didn't have Facebook.
"WHHHHAAA??? you don't have Facebook?!"
"Do you not have friends?"
"DUDE! you got no social life, man!"
"What? Why? are you technologically inclined? socially?"
"You have no idea how much fun it is! FARMVILLE!! AAAHHH" *Scream! scream*
BLAH BLAH BLAH

So, what do you think I did? I made a Facebook account. Got a profile picture, wrote a status and commented on people's posts. NOW, I was cool!

I won't lie, Facebook certainly kept me busy distracted and it definitely helped me keep in touch with my old friends, which was great! Today, I get more news from Facebook than I do from CBC or BBC, etc (which some of you might think is crazzzy) Anyway, so my point is that, yes! Social media can be exciting and has many uses, including stalking the person you have crush on, but PUH-LEEZ! I will not die if I don't have Facebook!! So, relax!

 Just after I got over fancying Facebook, my friends started talking about Twitter.
Heres a review from a English major: "You don't get it! 140 words! It'll be a healthy, daily dose for my vocab! Everything that I said in a sentence is now to be said in a word!!" AAAHHH!!!
Heres from a movie freak: "EVERYONE! every single celebrity on earth has twitter! Its like sitting right in front of them and listening to them talk, only they use few words!"
BLAH BLAH BLAH
I was too lazy to get Twitter (real reason: I don't think I'll ever be able to get off it)

Why am I talking about all this, you ask? Bee-Cause, yesterday at a Party, I heard all my friends talking about Tumblr.
... ... ... ... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
WHY WHY WHY?!?!?!

Why are social trends changing every 4 seconds?! I like blogger! (real reason: I don't know how to use Tumblr!) I want to read my friend's posts and follow them and I want them to do the same, but they would never take time out of their special, privilege blogging site and come to my "Through my eyes"

Should I make a tumblr account?

P.S. My English class starts in 10 minutes and this building is gorgeous! <3

Mr. Squarepants is rather addictive

"OOOOHHH who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
If nautical nonsense be something ya' wish! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGE-BOB SQUARE PAAAAAANTSS!"

HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT FOR A POEM!!!

I have my physics exam in 2 days. The more I study, the more I realize how important it is. I mean, if I took some Physics and Chem and a little Bio, I could survive anywhere on Earth, without any help at all. The only thing is, I don't think I'll ever be in a Cast Away type situation. You know why? Can you handle it? BEE- CAUSE,  I don't plan on delivering Fed-Ex boxes for the rest of my life. If I did, I wouldn't be spending thousands of dollars for sitting in a class listening to people talk! So, though I realize the importance of physics, I can not "PHOCUS"

I spent three hours watching Sponge bob square pants! SPONGEBOB square pants! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS! SPONGE BOB SQUARE PAAAAANTSSS!

Spent almost two hours taking a nap - a really long one, indeed.

And as you may notice, I'm spending the rest of my time writing this post...I've been writing it for the past 4 hours! MASTERPIECE! rrrriiight!

If you notice symptoms of Acute Stress Disorder in me, through my writing. FFear not! I will be alright after Thursday! Pray for me!

THIS IS ME STUDYING FOR PHYSICS

THIS IS ME WHEN I FIND OUT MY MARK

THIS IS ME WHEN I'M DONE WITH PHYSICS FOREVER!

THIS IS ME BEING SEX~EH!

Hypocrite

Today, a few family friends came over. As conversations do, ours took several turns. We jumped from one topic to the other, agreeing or disagreeing and laughing or solemnly nodding. Then, we started talking about different religions and the politics of the country that I am from, it was then that all of us got into the conversation fully, some opinions just hanging in the air because other thoughts and voices were too loud or too dominant. There was a moment when my family completely disagreed with the other, so much so we wanted to slap them in the face and tell them they were wrong, they were hypocrites and they should, in a sense, get a reality check. However, relationships are important. We couldn't lose family friends, who genuinely love and care for us, over the past we can't relive for facts and the present we can't repair. So, my family didn't speak up to the slightly drunk uncle and a confused aunt. We quietly listened, still knowing in our hearts that we were, in fact, right. 


Now, here is my uncle who adds to the conversation by saying, "Anyone who kills another person, I don't care what religion he follows, if he kills, he is not right in the head or the heart. I don't care what the reason for the killing, A killer is a killer." 
After a few responses, he adds, "I know there is a God, and there is only ONE" he emphasizes, "These religions, are a way of diving people, creating hatred within ourselves."


And all of us agree, we nod and move on to talking about one of the politicians who ordered an attack against one of "my" religious groups. I put "my" in quotes because I don't believe in it. "My" would be used for the people who follow the same religion as you and have the same culture as you. However, to me, my people will be the ones who love me, understand me, my religion and my culture, regardless of who or what they follow.


Anyway, so this person kills more than a hundred people and she follows the same religion as my uncle. As my family begins criticizing her, my uncle suddenly begins contradicting himself, unknowingly. A hypocrite. "Oh, no!" he says, "It wasn't her who did it! It was another man who suggested this should be done. She had to let it happen. But another officer went on with it, she couldn't do anything but say yes"


I see, uncle! So, then, a killer is not a killer? She was a LEADER, for God's sake!!! and almost a good one, too. She had a brain of herself!! She could stop it, anytime!! Hypocrite.


Then, we move on to talking about religions and he says, "Thats all fine, but you know all religions arose from *insert his religion, here*? I mean where did *insert one of the people I follow, here* come from? If you want to know the real history, if you want to know what the truth is, read *insert his holy book, here*. Why do you think I believe in it so strongly." Hypocrite.


Now, my family and I had stronger view points, with facts. But, we decided it would not be wise to talk to a drunk uncle, and a confused aunt. Besides, old people like to consider themselves wiser than the young. 


Wow, this is a long post. But, I felt the need of writing it to tell myself that I need to understand MYSELF, first, before I begin to explain worldly things to others. What is it that I believe in? Why do I believe in it? Am I going to think one thing and say the other?


At least I'll think before getting drunk, now. All truth comes out when you're drunk, I tell you! All truth!

Disgusting!!

Gah! The more I write, the worse I get! And I thought blogging will help until my english class started!


Here is another failed deed. I wrote it because tonight, like every other night, I promised myself to wake up tomorrow and do *whatever I want to do* EXCEPT, I know in the back of my head that I won't do it. I won't because I promise myself every night and then, pretend to forget about it next morning!


Please tell me I'm not the only one with a weak will power in this world! Whats something you really want to do but you don't, just because you're lazy or its boring or takes too much time, whatever the reason? Anything?

I promise

Tomorrow it will happen

It will happen, because the sun will be higher

Like it was, today

The birds will sing

Like they did, today

The world will be dancing

Like it had, today.

I promise

Tomorrow you will grow

You will grow, because you’ll want to

Like you did, today

You’ll be encouraged

Like you were, today

You’ll mean it

Like you did, today.

I promise

Tomorrow you’ll succeed

You will succeed, because you promised

Like you have, always. 

ONE DAY! ONE DAY, I'LL DO IT!

THE SKY

This is not a poem. I repeat, this is not a poem. Its just a bunch of lines put together to make at least a little sense, that they do.




Tonight, there will be a hundred eyes glaring at the sky.
Some of them know they are dying, 
they pray to the sky.
Some of them miss their love,
they share the moon.
Some of them, like myself,
have nothing better to do,
they count the stars.

Too bright for you?

              White rock beach, BC  

Its like I am not in control of my mind!!! 

With a view like that and the kind of "deep talk" I had with my sister, you'd think I'd be a volcano of words - just bursting with poems and stories, no? Say yes.

But it is so annoying that my brain (the right side, at least) won't work in the bright light of the day! 

"An evil mind works in the dark" 

DO I SOUND EVIL TO YOU?! The right side of my brain just doesn't think in the right way until after 12PM.

QUEER... :S

Why scramble my thoughts?

Why slur my words?

Beauty pervades the golden world,

Let me cage it into a rhyme

But, a sloth you are!

Until,

At hour zero,

Your quill scribbles,

The alphabets decorate the papyrus,

Your thoughts make music

with the stories in ink.

Not until I am half unconscious

Do you, a creative lurker come out

Scared of light, are you?