It's been a while since I wrote something on my post. Well, I have a life. I have been very busy latley, shcool, training and sleeping. Sleeping does take a lot of your personal time, but its such a great wasted time.
I love sleeping. Its like disconnecting from the world, until suddenly my sleep-walking sister wakes me up form my "beauty" (or horror sleep for me). Please, who wakes up beautiful? The smell of bed is not left behind. The knotted and crazy hair, and obviously, the face of uncertainty as soon as you wake up asking "is this a dream?"
Anyways, shcool, does take your whole time. You could think that it actually takes half of the day, but that have of the day may be exrcuciating and long. Even so, there is nothing worse waking up thinking it is a Saturday, when it actually is Monday. As soon as I realize, it could not hit worse.
I mentioned before that my sister had sleeping-walking problems, but she is not she is not the only one. Is I usually wake up at night thinking I'm in such places like school. Usually I think people are around my bed, starring as I sleep. It may be a dream (or a nightmare) but it feels so real, and uncomfortable. Or, I get up ate night and walk around my room thinking it is somewhere else, and that I need to get there. Once, I even thought I was talking to someone, but actually it turns out to be I'm just talking to myself.
Some nights ago, I suddenly woke up and went angrily to the bathroom where my other sister was washing her teeth. I had come in the errand to give back the mouth retainer that was from my sister in my room. Actually, it was my retainer.
Scene: The Lost Retainer
Setting: Bathroom
Purpose: No idea
Me: (half asleep) Why do they keep doing this?
I say this as I burst angrily into the bathroom.
Big sister: (confused) What are you talking about?
Me: I told them it wasn't mine.
I take the retainer out of my mouth and place it near the sink.
Me: Here, this is Laura's retainer.
Big Sister: Hey it's yours.
I carefully read the name written in the filthy retianer.
Me: Oh, yeah, its mine.
And I leave and fall asleep.
I guess it was kind of weird. I was so confused. I was sure that my dream was commanding me to return my sister's retainer, but it was mine! Even so, she was in the bed next to me. Why would I have to storm angrily into the bathroom?
Even so, dreams can be very mysterious. I even think they are signs, but I'm too lazy trying to figure them out.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Slow Motion
Time could not go faster. Especially when you are in the last block after having lunch.
Class goes on and on. I watch the clock hanging on the wall. It points 1:05pm. Cheer Up! Only one more hour left and I can leave home.
Class goes on and on. It has taken quite a time since I last wathcedh the clock, so I turn my head and see. To my surprise, it was 1:07pm. Damn.
Time could not go any faster, and goes really fast when you dont need it, or you are haveing a good time. For example, in class, the mintues feel like hours, and the hours feel like weeks. When we leave class it is like we have already aged. It is troture. But when you must need the time, time wont help you. Need to finish a test? Time will go faster and you will end up not being able to finish it, and failing. Having a good time for once in your life? It will be as quick tat you will never notice. Time has its moods, and is so selfish that will never help you. Besides, I think it just works to kill your brains and make you go insane.
Half and hour later, I supposed. We had done a lot arleady. The teacher kept talking and talking. We even played with paly-doh meanwhile. I look again: 1:15pm. I'm about to shoot myself!
This Particular Day
Yesterday, was Mother's Day. It may be a nice day, since everyone had the chance to celebrate moms day and all moms would get lots of presents. Just as the restaurants, gift shops, and musicians who are hired to sing to the o great mother. This day does make the economy run. Good job mothers!
We know mother's day shouldn't be only once a year. Mother's day should be 365 days per year. There is no day in the one we should not say thank you.
Scene: Mother's Day
Setting: Uncle's House
Occasion: Mother's Day, Uncle's Birthday
Reminder: I hate Birthday's.
How do I love birthday's! Were my grossest aunt can scramble though the food, take a bite, and leave it back on the plate. Who must be the unfortunate to get the priced piece of meat? Not did she only take a bite and leave the rest, she got to cut the cake. Apparently, the cake had already been attacked, by who? Who knows?
As we get a tiny, small piece were the cake must be only seen through a microscope, my little cousin gets like three pieces. Since my grossest aunt is her mother, he gets more. I tell you, both have evil minds. My cousin may look like an innocent little boy, but inside, he is evil, pure evil. My aunt, raised him, and she is also evil, pure evil.
She serves the cake, licks the knife, licks her finger, uses her finger to get the piece of cake, and dumps it in my plate. Thanks aunt, I sure love you. I know, that inside us, everyone has something form my aunt inside. It may be love, hatred, or even saliva, but she is all within us.
I hated family discussions, sine all of them are idiots and they start talking about politics. I hate discussing about politics since the candidates are a bunch of idiots who will rule our country. My aunts, with the worse ones. So I decided not to care for this year. We are all screwed up anyway.
We went upstairs to play Wii. I had played it before, and didn't like it much. The stupid control will move everywhere, except where you want to. Now, I have a sore arm.
Upcoming Events
I could not have a better weekend (next weekend). There is a holiday on Monday, and I have a swimming competition on Saturday AND Sunday. I still cant believe that we have to swim the whole day! Even worse, 400m freestyle is at Sunday afternoon. The worse for last.
I am nervous. I have this upcoming competition, and swimming nationals in two weeks. It came so fast, I don't even feel prepared for it. I know I have been training hard, but, it just came too soon. I still cant believe why the idiots made a competition on a holiday, the whole weekend. Seriously, who would come? Not mentioning it is the second most important tournament after the nationals. The problem is, this is a qualifying tournament. It is my only chance to proof I can qualify. (Even though I already have qualifying times). On the bright side, I still have Monday to rest.
I cant support the pressure. it is too much, that when I am siting in the bus listening to music, I even start feeling the adrenaline. it is so scary! I still cant believe it is this weekend! I cant say much about the nationals, because I have to qualify. Even so, if I qualify, I will be even worse. In the other bright side, the nationals are soon, and I will end this quickly. Then, I can have vacations, since school is almost over. I feel a little of nostalgia since 9th grade was cool. Seriously, everyone is big, and there are no stupid 8th graders thinking they are now in high school! I realize that my school years are being counted, and the idea of leaving is hard.
I am nervous. I have this upcoming competition, and swimming nationals in two weeks. It came so fast, I don't even feel prepared for it. I know I have been training hard, but, it just came too soon. I still cant believe why the idiots made a competition on a holiday, the whole weekend. Seriously, who would come? Not mentioning it is the second most important tournament after the nationals. The problem is, this is a qualifying tournament. It is my only chance to proof I can qualify. (Even though I already have qualifying times). On the bright side, I still have Monday to rest.
I cant support the pressure. it is too much, that when I am siting in the bus listening to music, I even start feeling the adrenaline. it is so scary! I still cant believe it is this weekend! I cant say much about the nationals, because I have to qualify. Even so, if I qualify, I will be even worse. In the other bright side, the nationals are soon, and I will end this quickly. Then, I can have vacations, since school is almost over. I feel a little of nostalgia since 9th grade was cool. Seriously, everyone is big, and there are no stupid 8th graders thinking they are now in high school! I realize that my school years are being counted, and the idea of leaving is hard.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
A Small Mistake
I don't spend so much time watching TV or playing video games, but since my dad fixed our PS2, I have spend hours playing. We have very few games, So the one I play most is Gran Turismo 3. Its the best driving simulator ever! I have spend hours and hours driving winning and fixing cars.
When I completed a whole championship, suddenly, there were four cars being raffled. Incredibly I won, the best, the greatest and the invincible, Gillet. I had never heard the brand of this car, so I went into car dealer. It is a car from Belgium with Formula 1 technology. Wow. It had 429 horse power, and it only weighed 850kilos. For people who don't know about cars, this, was a pretty good one. It didn't weigh anything compared to it horse power, do it made it invincible on the track, and it wouldn't waste so much tires. Best of all, it was powered by Alfa Romeo. It was the best car in my garage.
As I continue. Winning more and more crappy cars, I loved my sweet Gillet to the end. It was great, it was perfect. Even so, what I couldn't stand was that I
completed whole championships and cups, and won these crappy cars. I did a whole World Series and for my pleasure, I won an Audi TT. Yes, it may have two turbos, but they don't even work to blow your hair. Instead, my sister just
completes ten laps in Super Speedway, and she wins a Corevette! I was like, what
the? Then, when I complete 100 laps in the same course, I won a Mitsubishi
Lancer tuned by Nismo. I already had like five of those cars in my garage.
Seriously, it had 300horse power and weighed like 1500kilos. This is equal to: a
very slow and crappy car. Even so, I was happy with my Gillet.
One night, my little sister was playing, so I asked her if could let me. With no doubt, she gave me the control. I completed her track in Beginners League,in World Championship. Just to win money and another car. I felt my Gillet kind of
weird since it didn't hold on in the curves as it used to, and I had to fight with the
car to keep it straight. I told myself the lamest excuse: " maybe in beginners
league the cars are different since you are starting to drive, so it is like this so
beginners learn how to drive how it is". No matter how long the excuse was, it
didn't make any sense. So I thought, "maybe I am driving too bad".
The other day, my big sister was driving. She offered me the control since she kept saying she was driving terribly. Oh, how weird. I continued driving, and again, the car was fighting back. Why? What happened to my car?
When my little sister arrived from school, I asked her if she had done something to the car. " No" she would say firmly. I didn't know to belief her or not, since I was in the middle of a series race and I wasn't able to go back to the garage and see any change in the car. In a way, I would be kind of relieved if she had done something to the car, which meant it wasn't I who was driving terrible. Then, I would be furious be I said clearly like a thousand times " No one dares to touch or tune the car, it id perfect as it is, no one dare to change anything".
Then, my little sister said,
Sister: Is that I had lost for one point the series race, I was so angry so I tuned the car with something
Me: WHAT?
Silence
Me: What did you do?
Sister: I don't know, it was cheap and raised the horse power.
I had just lost a race for the last curve(since I was fighting to keep the car straight)
So I exploded.
Me: FOOL! LOOK AT THIS! YOU RUINED MY CAR!
How many times did I tell you never to touch it? The car was perfect as it wad, and you just go around with no idea just putting things inside. The car was already tuned for racing. It was only on beginner's league!
I was angry. Specially when I finished the race and won another crappy car. I went immediately to the garage. 518horse power. Damn! It was too much for the car. I went back to tuning, but there wasn't anything to be done. Many could say, hey chill, its just a game. It may be a game, but I cant just have the car I had before, and I used it in all the race. There was no turning back, my car was ruined.
What made me so angry was that she didn't even care, worse of all, she didn't even say sorry.
When I completed a whole championship, suddenly, there were four cars being raffled. Incredibly I won, the best, the greatest and the invincible, Gillet. I had never heard the brand of this car, so I went into car dealer. It is a car from Belgium with Formula 1 technology. Wow. It had 429 horse power, and it only weighed 850kilos. For people who don't know about cars, this, was a pretty good one. It didn't weigh anything compared to it horse power, do it made it invincible on the track, and it wouldn't waste so much tires. Best of all, it was powered by Alfa Romeo. It was the best car in my garage.
As I continue. Winning more and more crappy cars, I loved my sweet Gillet to the end. It was great, it was perfect. Even so, what I couldn't stand was that I
completed whole championships and cups, and won these crappy cars. I did a whole World Series and for my pleasure, I won an Audi TT. Yes, it may have two turbos, but they don't even work to blow your hair. Instead, my sister just
completes ten laps in Super Speedway, and she wins a Corevette! I was like, what
the? Then, when I complete 100 laps in the same course, I won a Mitsubishi
Lancer tuned by Nismo. I already had like five of those cars in my garage.
Seriously, it had 300horse power and weighed like 1500kilos. This is equal to: a
very slow and crappy car. Even so, I was happy with my Gillet.
One night, my little sister was playing, so I asked her if could let me. With no doubt, she gave me the control. I completed her track in Beginners League,in World Championship. Just to win money and another car. I felt my Gillet kind of
weird since it didn't hold on in the curves as it used to, and I had to fight with the
car to keep it straight. I told myself the lamest excuse: " maybe in beginners
league the cars are different since you are starting to drive, so it is like this so
beginners learn how to drive how it is". No matter how long the excuse was, it
didn't make any sense. So I thought, "maybe I am driving too bad".
The other day, my big sister was driving. She offered me the control since she kept saying she was driving terribly. Oh, how weird. I continued driving, and again, the car was fighting back. Why? What happened to my car?
When my little sister arrived from school, I asked her if she had done something to the car. " No" she would say firmly. I didn't know to belief her or not, since I was in the middle of a series race and I wasn't able to go back to the garage and see any change in the car. In a way, I would be kind of relieved if she had done something to the car, which meant it wasn't I who was driving terrible. Then, I would be furious be I said clearly like a thousand times " No one dares to touch or tune the car, it id perfect as it is, no one dare to change anything".
Then, my little sister said,
Sister: Is that I had lost for one point the series race, I was so angry so I tuned the car with something
Me: WHAT?
Silence
Me: What did you do?
Sister: I don't know, it was cheap and raised the horse power.
I had just lost a race for the last curve(since I was fighting to keep the car straight)
So I exploded.
Me: FOOL! LOOK AT THIS! YOU RUINED MY CAR!
How many times did I tell you never to touch it? The car was perfect as it wad, and you just go around with no idea just putting things inside. The car was already tuned for racing. It was only on beginner's league!
I was angry. Specially when I finished the race and won another crappy car. I went immediately to the garage. 518horse power. Damn! It was too much for the car. I went back to tuning, but there wasn't anything to be done. Many could say, hey chill, its just a game. It may be a game, but I cant just have the car I had before, and I used it in all the race. There was no turning back, my car was ruined.
What made me so angry was that she didn't even care, worse of all, she didn't even say sorry.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Stormy Night
This happened just at the beginning of April. Opening up a new month full of new and interesting posts ( like if that would happen). April came so fast and so unexpected. I even forgot it was April Fools. Damn. I wanted to do some good jokes. Anyways, as it is over, Ill just have to wait till next year.
So I was on holiday, which was pretty good, not mentioning it was extremely hot were we were and we didn't sleep for three days. We went back to el Peñon. For my pleasure, the whole family came which meant, being uncomfortable. I can't stand the heat or the people, so it means, a great weekend for me.
Since my grandfather is an old and cranky man, he also hates air conditioning. Since our house, is not really a house, it is meant that the air conditioning should be on, since it is all closed up. But no, my grandfather can't have air conditioning, so we all have to roast in our beds and sweat like cows. Actually, I don't know if cows can sweat.
The scene, my sister and I in a "room" with my mother, father an little cousin, and only one fan. The best of all was, it was broken, and the only air that it would send wouldn't reach anyone. In another room, my other sisters and cousin and aunt. Yet they had two fans, one was broken. In the other room, my uncle and his family with the two fans that worked perfectly, but they were aimed to the door! We asked him what was the problem with him, his answer: it works to blow the mosquitoes away. WHAT! I still don't understand why they don't understand, that just a simple air conditioner is also a mosquito free, besides, at least we could be fresh. In the biggest room, my grandparents, with the window closed, and the fan shut down, and my grandfather with a blanket up to his head.
After two sleepless nights, it was Friday, the day of the crucifixion and it was 3:00a.m. So it was practically Saturday. A storm all night, lights went off and thunders fell at just one km away. Since we had the windows open, we did not only receive the noises, but rain too. And still, with only some air, the storm will have passed away ¨quietly¨.
So I was on holiday, which was pretty good, not mentioning it was extremely hot were we were and we didn't sleep for three days. We went back to el Peñon. For my pleasure, the whole family came which meant, being uncomfortable. I can't stand the heat or the people, so it means, a great weekend for me.
Since my grandfather is an old and cranky man, he also hates air conditioning. Since our house, is not really a house, it is meant that the air conditioning should be on, since it is all closed up. But no, my grandfather can't have air conditioning, so we all have to roast in our beds and sweat like cows. Actually, I don't know if cows can sweat.
The scene, my sister and I in a "room" with my mother, father an little cousin, and only one fan. The best of all was, it was broken, and the only air that it would send wouldn't reach anyone. In another room, my other sisters and cousin and aunt. Yet they had two fans, one was broken. In the other room, my uncle and his family with the two fans that worked perfectly, but they were aimed to the door! We asked him what was the problem with him, his answer: it works to blow the mosquitoes away. WHAT! I still don't understand why they don't understand, that just a simple air conditioner is also a mosquito free, besides, at least we could be fresh. In the biggest room, my grandparents, with the window closed, and the fan shut down, and my grandfather with a blanket up to his head.
After two sleepless nights, it was Friday, the day of the crucifixion and it was 3:00a.m. So it was practically Saturday. A storm all night, lights went off and thunders fell at just one km away. Since we had the windows open, we did not only receive the noises, but rain too. And still, with only some air, the storm will have passed away ¨quietly¨.
Ways Of Thinking
I have never thought of this before, but I always see the world in a very dark way. I never realized it, but each day is darker than before. Not mentioning that it rains everyday since it is April and we are about to begin winter in the Southern Hemisphere. But it's enough with geography.
By now someone must have realized that I am so pessimist, and I my whine a lot, but that is how I am, it is how the world is. For " positive", I may have really negative thoughts, but for me, they are realistic. It is the real world, not some kind of stupid fantasy in which many people like to live.
Some examples of my way of thinking:
Annoying Person: what a beautiful and sunny day.
Me: My skin will get burn.
Annoying Person: He just looked at me, I know it!
Me: He was looking at the girl behind you.
That is just some moderate way of thinking. I really don't know how to express my real thoughts through this blog since right now I can't think. But if you are so damn interested, which I personally think you don't. You can waste your time analyzing all my posts, which I would gladly not want you to.
By now someone must have realized that I am so pessimist, and I my whine a lot, but that is how I am, it is how the world is. For " positive", I may have really negative thoughts, but for me, they are realistic. It is the real world, not some kind of stupid fantasy in which many people like to live.
Some examples of my way of thinking:
Annoying Person: what a beautiful and sunny day.
Me: My skin will get burn.
Annoying Person: He just looked at me, I know it!
Me: He was looking at the girl behind you.
That is just some moderate way of thinking. I really don't know how to express my real thoughts through this blog since right now I can't think. But if you are so damn interested, which I personally think you don't. You can waste your time analyzing all my posts, which I would gladly not want you to.
I Found A Blue Fruit In My Cereal
I woke up this morning to go to the school. As I went to have some breakfast, I started eating my cereal. Suddenly, I saw there was a blue fruit inside.
Wow.
I couldn't care less and ate it anyway.
I had never talked so much before to many different people. Wait, I cant express myself. I wont tell my story. Too bad.
I discovered the Offspring a Psalm from Bible in one of their songs. Wow. We are reading the Bible. No comments.
I have a very important swimming tournament in two weeks. I will drown. Great.
Tomorrow we have a music show during lunch time. I couldn't be more scared. Nervous.
I just posted a my Science homework. Corals are dying. We cant do anything. Period.
We watched Bonanza yesterday. It was creepy. Nothing happened. Everyone got shot. All of them survived.
We also watched Wolverine. No comments.
I'm almost done with Higher Ground. I have two new blisters.
I have swimming training in an hour. I will better go to the TV. That's better.
Wow.
I couldn't care less and ate it anyway.
I had never talked so much before to many different people. Wait, I cant express myself. I wont tell my story. Too bad.
I discovered the Offspring a Psalm from Bible in one of their songs. Wow. We are reading the Bible. No comments.
I have a very important swimming tournament in two weeks. I will drown. Great.
Tomorrow we have a music show during lunch time. I couldn't be more scared. Nervous.
I just posted a my Science homework. Corals are dying. We cant do anything. Period.
We watched Bonanza yesterday. It was creepy. Nothing happened. Everyone got shot. All of them survived.
We also watched Wolverine. No comments.
I'm almost done with Higher Ground. I have two new blisters.
I have swimming training in an hour. I will better go to the TV. That's better.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Talking About Randomness
Talking about being random, I would like to show this video to the world. It may be so stupid, but seriously, it is very very funny.
I don't spend to much time watching YouTube videos (I don't have time) and I have found it extremely boring if you don't know what to look for. Anyways, my great friend form the Chinese class suggested this video. Title Asdf Movie. What on earth could that be? I checked it out that night. It was hilarious. I watched it again and again, and still, I kept laughing.
It is simple and random, which makes it great. I even also checked out the second movie, which was really cool. There were also some related videos, which were absolutely terrible. this was this guy that was trying to imitate the geniuses of asdf movie, but it simply was terrible. It was a terrible drawings and very stupid jokes like:100 ways to die. I saw gets the guy, and then a tank, and then he skips trying to be funny saying " after 50 deaths later". Amateurs, people should not even mind paying attention to those. This may be some of the positive ways to think about.
I don't spend to much time watching YouTube videos (I don't have time) and I have found it extremely boring if you don't know what to look for. Anyways, my great friend form the Chinese class suggested this video. Title Asdf Movie. What on earth could that be? I checked it out that night. It was hilarious. I watched it again and again, and still, I kept laughing.
It is simple and random, which makes it great. I even also checked out the second movie, which was really cool. There were also some related videos, which were absolutely terrible. this was this guy that was trying to imitate the geniuses of asdf movie, but it simply was terrible. It was a terrible drawings and very stupid jokes like:100 ways to die. I saw gets the guy, and then a tank, and then he skips trying to be funny saying " after 50 deaths later". Amateurs, people should not even mind paying attention to those. This may be some of the positive ways to think about.
Pronunciation Does Matter
Who knew laughing was so dangerous? Especially when you are laughing too much. Laughing is painful. It takes your air away, makes you look like a total idiot, your stomach hurts and it makes you have a headache. Maybe I am weird, but laughing so much does give me a headache.
Since Chinese class is so funny, since my good friend makes everybody laugh. He makes it all more bright, but when both of us are laughing, I cant stop. It is so funny. Once, the teacher was saying:
Teacher: Xie Xie means Thanks.
That was at the whole beginning of the semester, and his English may not be pronounced so well, especially with the word thanks. So we understood a whole different thing such as the word sex. Seriously, he kept repeating it, and we just couldn't stop laughing. We also imitate his most marked words such as
Today we are going to reveal our license.
Translation
Today we are going to review our lesson.
I like pok
Translation
I like pork
Fay thaimple
Translation
For example
It is funnier when it is watched in real life.
It may be so that we laugh of all what he says. Some words in Chinese have a whole meaning that makes it too long. For example: Shark, means, the fish who eats man. Imagine in the beach when suddenly someone shouts:
Help, there is the fish who eats... (eaten)
It is simply too long. By the time you try finishing saying the name, the shark has already attacked you.
Or
I like to eat cow.
Sounds weird?
I even combined some sentences like:
My dog likes to eat the fish who eats man, but he doesn't like to eat cow.
At least we spend some good time.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Followed By A Living Nightmare
I was about to make the terrible mistake of changing the caps of my contact lenses holder, since I couldn't figure out which was left, and which was right. I am short sighted, and I have about 3.25 in my left eye and 3.00 on the right eye. So tomorrow in the morning I may be seeing a little bit different. This is thanks to my extremely small memory. I think my brain can only hold up until 1gb.
Today, it would not be a good day. The weather predicted it since it was extremely sunny, and I am a rainy type person. I also have to mention that I had to stay after school, for my English class, for a debate. Why on earth do we have to do a debate? It meant memorizing stuff, and speaking in public. I don't mind informal debates such as the ones we did in Global Studies since we could indirectly insult your opponent.
This particular debate, was a formal debate. So formal, that the teacher had this crazy idea of making it against the other Ap-English class. No, we couldn't just have a debate through class time against classmates, it had to be after school against the other class. After school, that word does freak me out. As I had previously said, my nightmares include staying after school. I was so not enjoying this idea.
Our debate topic: The ends never justify the means.
I and no idea what to write about. In the beginning, I didn't even understand the topic. Until now, all the example involved: Would you kill millions to save some lives? Anyways, I finally had it all done, since I discovered in total there were only four speakers. Happily, I volunteered to help in note taking. Hahaha, suckers!
So today was the day, the day I had to stay after school. The teacher decided they would start with Free Will. Well, I thought, speeches only last two minutes, there must be some time left for us, right? Well, there was. We were about to get ready when suddenly we heard:
Teacher: So next time, the others in the debate may fix their speeches to make it more debatable.
Me: Next time?
Teacher: Another day the other group will present with new judges.
Another day. It meant, another after school. It meant, we just stayed this after school for nothing. Now the teacher became into an evil teacher.
Me: But there is plenty of time, cant we make right now?
Evil Teacher: What?
Now he is extremely evil.
Me: Buses leave at 3:30pm and it is 2:45, the other group didn't last that long. There is plenty of time to make our debate.
Extremely Evil Teacher: Well yeah, but I just said, next after school will be the next debate. Besides, it doesn't take to much of your time. It will also be good to make more after school activities more often.
I felt extremely vulnerable and so small. I was furious. It doesn't take so much of our time? Well yeah, I have a life, I don't lay around in my house staring at the ceiling waiting for something to happen. I have a very long swimming training, and time is crucial for me. Besides, I need that time to do the tons of homework he assigns everyday, e.g this writing blog. And more after school activities, I really don't have the time, and, I hate after schools!
When the judges decided that there was no free will, I totally agreed. In this case:
If I had free will, I would not stay after school to do this debate. But I cant, since I am threatende by my grade. So no matter how I don't want to go, I have to. Its true, there is no free will.
Sadly, I think I am in the black list of the teacher. Even worse, I think this list is written in stone, and it will never be erased.
Today, it would not be a good day. The weather predicted it since it was extremely sunny, and I am a rainy type person. I also have to mention that I had to stay after school, for my English class, for a debate. Why on earth do we have to do a debate? It meant memorizing stuff, and speaking in public. I don't mind informal debates such as the ones we did in Global Studies since we could indirectly insult your opponent.
This particular debate, was a formal debate. So formal, that the teacher had this crazy idea of making it against the other Ap-English class. No, we couldn't just have a debate through class time against classmates, it had to be after school against the other class. After school, that word does freak me out. As I had previously said, my nightmares include staying after school. I was so not enjoying this idea.
Our debate topic: The ends never justify the means.
I and no idea what to write about. In the beginning, I didn't even understand the topic. Until now, all the example involved: Would you kill millions to save some lives? Anyways, I finally had it all done, since I discovered in total there were only four speakers. Happily, I volunteered to help in note taking. Hahaha, suckers!
So today was the day, the day I had to stay after school. The teacher decided they would start with Free Will. Well, I thought, speeches only last two minutes, there must be some time left for us, right? Well, there was. We were about to get ready when suddenly we heard:
Teacher: So next time, the others in the debate may fix their speeches to make it more debatable.
Me: Next time?
Teacher: Another day the other group will present with new judges.
Another day. It meant, another after school. It meant, we just stayed this after school for nothing. Now the teacher became into an evil teacher.
Me: But there is plenty of time, cant we make right now?
Evil Teacher: What?
Now he is extremely evil.
Me: Buses leave at 3:30pm and it is 2:45, the other group didn't last that long. There is plenty of time to make our debate.
Extremely Evil Teacher: Well yeah, but I just said, next after school will be the next debate. Besides, it doesn't take to much of your time. It will also be good to make more after school activities more often.
I felt extremely vulnerable and so small. I was furious. It doesn't take so much of our time? Well yeah, I have a life, I don't lay around in my house staring at the ceiling waiting for something to happen. I have a very long swimming training, and time is crucial for me. Besides, I need that time to do the tons of homework he assigns everyday, e.g this writing blog. And more after school activities, I really don't have the time, and, I hate after schools!
When the judges decided that there was no free will, I totally agreed. In this case:
If I had free will, I would not stay after school to do this debate. But I cant, since I am threatende by my grade. So no matter how I don't want to go, I have to. Its true, there is no free will.
Sadly, I think I am in the black list of the teacher. Even worse, I think this list is written in stone, and it will never be erased.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
7t-5=10t+8-4t
With knowledge and lots of experience, I have seen that my math skills are not very good. It is like a whole new language that I will never understand. I find it completely impossible, despicable and terrible.
Why do I write of something as significant as math? Since I have math homework! I couldn't find it more horrible than that. Normally, I get to do the homework in class, and in the past, we were graphing linear inequalities. That was really easy, Now, I had to wake up again, to the equations. Oh, I do loath equations with all my life.
I have never been able to understand equations very well. Even so, I was happy since last week we were still graphing with colors and numbers that were in their place, not having to change them and wish they were okay. I also don't have a very good experience with them either.
The scene:
It was the first quarter of the year, way back in October. We were doing equations. We had quarter tests due. I was in India. What could I do? At least the teacher send me the test by e-mail, but were will I get the time to do a test in a trip? So it was I, with my sisters at my back trying to help me (or doing everything as I stared dumbfounded at the computer, but this just stays in this post). Like twenty questions of equations, and the fireworks exploding outside since it was Diwali. At least there was air conditioning.
Back in the present, I wasn't worried since it already happened, like that was before, this is now.So there was no worry since we wouldn't look at it for a long time. Now it seems that I was wrong.
Some other great experiences s with science equations. Who knew science also involved so many numbers? Chemistry couldn't be more confusing. It is I, looking hopelessly at the exam, full of equations waiting to be balanced. Some people say:
People: Yeah, it is so easy.
Me: Oh, yeah, extremely easy.
I usually don't have any idea of what I did. Especially when everyone else is doing it makes a lot of sense, and when it comes up to me, the whole thing turns into a gigantic number hole.
I would just think, don't worry, who cares how much HCl is needed to make a acid base reaction. It is not that I am planning to be a scientist, or suddenly think every time I have a spoonful of sugar (C6+H12+O6) can make cellulose which is wood (C6+H12+O6=6CO2+6H2O)and actually think that it is balanced (which by the way, it is balance). So, its just been a headache since, math is for life. "You use math in EVERYTHING", and it is true. I still hope the career I choose may not have so many numbers, or at least, equations.
Why do I write of something as significant as math? Since I have math homework! I couldn't find it more horrible than that. Normally, I get to do the homework in class, and in the past, we were graphing linear inequalities. That was really easy, Now, I had to wake up again, to the equations. Oh, I do loath equations with all my life.
I have never been able to understand equations very well. Even so, I was happy since last week we were still graphing with colors and numbers that were in their place, not having to change them and wish they were okay. I also don't have a very good experience with them either.
The scene:
It was the first quarter of the year, way back in October. We were doing equations. We had quarter tests due. I was in India. What could I do? At least the teacher send me the test by e-mail, but were will I get the time to do a test in a trip? So it was I, with my sisters at my back trying to help me (or doing everything as I stared dumbfounded at the computer, but this just stays in this post). Like twenty questions of equations, and the fireworks exploding outside since it was Diwali. At least there was air conditioning.
Back in the present, I wasn't worried since it already happened, like that was before, this is now.So there was no worry since we wouldn't look at it for a long time. Now it seems that I was wrong.
Some other great experiences s with science equations. Who knew science also involved so many numbers? Chemistry couldn't be more confusing. It is I, looking hopelessly at the exam, full of equations waiting to be balanced. Some people say:
People: Yeah, it is so easy.
Me: Oh, yeah, extremely easy.
I usually don't have any idea of what I did. Especially when everyone else is doing it makes a lot of sense, and when it comes up to me, the whole thing turns into a gigantic number hole.
I would just think, don't worry, who cares how much HCl is needed to make a acid base reaction. It is not that I am planning to be a scientist, or suddenly think every time I have a spoonful of sugar (C6+H12+O6) can make cellulose which is wood (C6+H12+O6=6CO2+6H2O)and actually think that it is balanced (which by the way, it is balance). So, its just been a headache since, math is for life. "You use math in EVERYTHING", and it is true. I still hope the career I choose may not have so many numbers, or at least, equations.
By the way, the equation at the title is meant to find t. It is not that hard so don't think I am that stupid. Anyways, I dint think that someone so bored or without a life will intend to solve it all.
t=13.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Gone With The Wind
Its Sunday, and my weekend felt as if it was all wasted. I know we had Friday off, but still, my weekend went flying away.
It all began since we had a swimming competition. This meant that it would take Friday night and whole Saturday. Even though Friday there was no school, we did have to go to the Three Way Conference. Sadly, my parents didn't buy the story that said "Three" Way Conference. We spend almost the whole morning talking to teachers. Actually, we didn't talk to all of our teachers, but we did take a long time. Fortunately, there were doughnuts. I still regret eating so many of them. Thanks to the conference, we took all of our Friday-free-school in school. Damn.
We arrived home, and what else could we do? Lie down watching TV so we didn't get tired for the great competition. I seriously didn't want to go. It is so long, and time consuming. We also have to compete with girls older than us. It is not cool.
We had to spend our whole afternoon beside the pool, waiting for our turn to swim. It all goes very slowly, especially if you are expecting little kids swim butterfly, or even breastroke.
Saturday, all day in competition. I was so tired. At least the other day I got to beat my personal record in 100mts freestyle. It made me so happy, because it meant I was in a good shape, and maybe in the qualifying tournament I would qualify for the nationals. MAYBE.
What still don't get is, why does my trainer want me to swim in things that I cant do? Example: Backstroke. I am terrible at it. Terrible is a small word for it, I'm horrible! I myself have pity of me while I swim it. I am so bad that I cant even go fast. My time is so high, and I cant go faster. In Medley, everyone takes advantage of me in that particular style. So, I have to kill myself in breastroke, and with my last bits of energy, end it up in freestyle. Those two styles save me form total failure.
Finally, after finishing the whole competition, we remembered. We had a party. A very big party. I was so scared. I hate parties. We had to go to the salon, which I also detest it. There are a lot of angry ladies, who love to criticize, make you feel small and vulnerable, and worse of all, they pull your hair. I had to scratch my nose in order to ignore the pain in the head.
Before getting to the party. I was about to throw myself out of the car. I was really scared! I didn't know how to act, or dance without looking like a complete idiot. I was almost trembling. I would rather be in the competition.
I woke up today at 11:00am. I never had never slept so long in my entire life! I was furious since nobody woke me up a little earlier. Now my whole day would be much shorter. Anyways, nothing much happened today. I had to spend the rest of the day in the house, since everyone came to have lunch at 4:00pm. Seriously, who has lunch at that hour. Only my great family, the ones that love uncomfortable, and the ones who hate air conditioning.
It all began since we had a swimming competition. This meant that it would take Friday night and whole Saturday. Even though Friday there was no school, we did have to go to the Three Way Conference. Sadly, my parents didn't buy the story that said "Three" Way Conference. We spend almost the whole morning talking to teachers. Actually, we didn't talk to all of our teachers, but we did take a long time. Fortunately, there were doughnuts. I still regret eating so many of them. Thanks to the conference, we took all of our Friday-free-school in school. Damn.
We arrived home, and what else could we do? Lie down watching TV so we didn't get tired for the great competition. I seriously didn't want to go. It is so long, and time consuming. We also have to compete with girls older than us. It is not cool.
We had to spend our whole afternoon beside the pool, waiting for our turn to swim. It all goes very slowly, especially if you are expecting little kids swim butterfly, or even breastroke.
Saturday, all day in competition. I was so tired. At least the other day I got to beat my personal record in 100mts freestyle. It made me so happy, because it meant I was in a good shape, and maybe in the qualifying tournament I would qualify for the nationals. MAYBE.
What still don't get is, why does my trainer want me to swim in things that I cant do? Example: Backstroke. I am terrible at it. Terrible is a small word for it, I'm horrible! I myself have pity of me while I swim it. I am so bad that I cant even go fast. My time is so high, and I cant go faster. In Medley, everyone takes advantage of me in that particular style. So, I have to kill myself in breastroke, and with my last bits of energy, end it up in freestyle. Those two styles save me form total failure.
Finally, after finishing the whole competition, we remembered. We had a party. A very big party. I was so scared. I hate parties. We had to go to the salon, which I also detest it. There are a lot of angry ladies, who love to criticize, make you feel small and vulnerable, and worse of all, they pull your hair. I had to scratch my nose in order to ignore the pain in the head.
Before getting to the party. I was about to throw myself out of the car. I was really scared! I didn't know how to act, or dance without looking like a complete idiot. I was almost trembling. I would rather be in the competition.
I woke up today at 11:00am. I never had never slept so long in my entire life! I was furious since nobody woke me up a little earlier. Now my whole day would be much shorter. Anyways, nothing much happened today. I had to spend the rest of the day in the house, since everyone came to have lunch at 4:00pm. Seriously, who has lunch at that hour. Only my great family, the ones that love uncomfortable, and the ones who hate air conditioning.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Giving Up The Fight
I just feel as if a great whole was about to suck me in. Well, I wish there was one, since right now I am depressed. I had never talked or ever said about my feelings or thoughts. I would always go with the flo and decide what everyone wanted. Well here, in my blog, I was able to express whatever I wanted since no one was actually reading this posts. I guarantee that this will be my last post with anything involving my personal feelings or thoughts. I will never open my mouth (or write) again.
I thought this particular blog was to express myself, to reveal what I feel about the world. It was intentioned to write anything I wanted, anything I felt, anything I wanted. I did write a lot of my personal opinion, and my entire ways of being sarcastic. Well it happens that I will never do it again. It was a great step for me. I had never expressed myself before. I wasn't talking about anything wrong, I wasn't offending anybody.
My teacher began grading my blog. He had read two posts, with no harm on it. The stupid web page to put the grade on wouldn't load, so he figured he would read more posts meanwhile. He began reading the one of the after school debate. I was about to die. In the end he told me.
Teacher: I don't have a black list. I don't even care if you hate after school activities.
Now I think he does have a black list.
Remember the post of report-cards? Well I thought it was great, it was a genius post. It resulted that my teacher ended up offended. Yea, the English teacher.
Teacher: Does it make sense to you that teachers talk nicely to parents to save their jobs?
Me: Yes?
Teacher: Yes?
Me: Well, no, or yes ,or ...
Shit.
I had to explain him it didn't involve anything with that conference. I didn't know he was going to take it to personally. I know that teachers talk differently to parents because parents have the power to do whatever they want. Besides, the idiot didn't even say anything throughout the conference. It was I, my sister and my parents in a very awkward situation, since he didn't say anything.
Teacher: So...
Me: Well, I like the course, I like writing in my writing blog.
Teacher: Okay.
Okay? Shouldn't he say anything? We left form the table as fast as we could.
So I figured I wouldn't write again on my writing blog of my true experiences. I will just be simple, since maybe whatever I say may harm my teachers feelings, and in the future, my grades.
I thought this particular blog was to express myself, to reveal what I feel about the world. It was intentioned to write anything I wanted, anything I felt, anything I wanted. I did write a lot of my personal opinion, and my entire ways of being sarcastic. Well it happens that I will never do it again. It was a great step for me. I had never expressed myself before. I wasn't talking about anything wrong, I wasn't offending anybody.
My teacher began grading my blog. He had read two posts, with no harm on it. The stupid web page to put the grade on wouldn't load, so he figured he would read more posts meanwhile. He began reading the one of the after school debate. I was about to die. In the end he told me.
Teacher: I don't have a black list. I don't even care if you hate after school activities.
Now I think he does have a black list.
Remember the post of report-cards? Well I thought it was great, it was a genius post. It resulted that my teacher ended up offended. Yea, the English teacher.
Teacher: Does it make sense to you that teachers talk nicely to parents to save their jobs?
Me: Yes?
Teacher: Yes?
Me: Well, no, or yes ,or ...
Shit.
I had to explain him it didn't involve anything with that conference. I didn't know he was going to take it to personally. I know that teachers talk differently to parents because parents have the power to do whatever they want. Besides, the idiot didn't even say anything throughout the conference. It was I, my sister and my parents in a very awkward situation, since he didn't say anything.
Teacher: So...
Me: Well, I like the course, I like writing in my writing blog.
Teacher: Okay.
Okay? Shouldn't he say anything? We left form the table as fast as we could.
So I figured I wouldn't write again on my writing blog of my true experiences. I will just be simple, since maybe whatever I say may harm my teachers feelings, and in the future, my grades.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Three Way Conference
My week could not be better. After just arriving from Easter vacations, last week, we had only four school days. But that is the past, this is the present. This week, we also have only four school days since we have Parent-Teacher Conference.For some people it may not sound so good, but its okay with me. I just get to sleep more, and go only for one hour as my parents talk to my teachers. What it would be even better, that they don't get to talk to my teachers. We could just pass by, swap our report cards, and continue our way to the doughnut stand. Yes, the give doughnuts, and yes, I love doughnuts.
I still wish that I don't have to go. They even changed the name to Parent-Teacher Conference, because it really doesn't involve students. If they would really like students to go, it would be
more like Parent-Teacher-Student Conference.I think the school noticed this grave mistake and decided now to call it Three Way Conference, (in triangular form, if you get what I mean. You don't really have to get it.)
As naive as I am, I could simply understand to Three Way Conference into:
Father, Mother and Teacher.
It doesn't involve the student, or then it would be a Four Way Conference, right? So it doesn't make sense to go.
Well, I hope my report cards wont turn out to be as horrible as I think. I still remember that last semester, my parents forgot to take us and left us home. I "accidentally" forgot we had to wake up. I am still worried that I will "accidentally" forget again to get ready to go to school. I f they leave us behind, it would be so awesome.
Even so, if I have to go, I could look at the bright side:
-Wait, I still have to think harder...
-There may be doughnuts
-At least I don't have school
-All teachers may be so busy talking to angry parents, that my parents wont be interesting in making a line to "talk".
What I find so funny is how teachers act in front of the parents. In class, they are always saying (to the naughty kids):
Teacher in classroom: Oh, I am so going to tell your parents how bad you are in class and why you are failing.
Teacher in conference: What can I say about your child? He/She is so kind and nice. I love having he/she in my classroom. Sometimes the days get even brighter when they enter my class.
Obviously the last sentence is not true, but it may be possible. Teachers can do anything to save their butts. I don't blame them, everyone needs a job, but the change in their personality and the " I loath you, stupid kid" changes a lot in the period of CONFERENCE. Big word, useful in some ways.
Anyhow, I cant start joking about this stuff, since tomorrow, my school grades can change me forever. It is so likely of me joking about it, and then end up falling. It wont be cool. Besides, I am talking about middle school years, and this would be my first report cards that I go, since I mentioned previously that I didn't go to the first one.So I dedicate this song, which will be what I will be thinking, as soon as I recieve my report cards.
Uncomfortable And Horrible: Formal Uniform
One of my worse nightmares is to have to wear formal uniform. I utterly detest it. It is not only uncomfortable, it is extremely annoying.
I hate skirts, they are cold and makes me feel naked. It also doesn't have any pockets, so were can I put my phone? So I wear pants.
We also have an Oxford shirt, the long white ones meant to be used with tie. Fortunately girls don't need to wear tie, but thy are so uncomfortable. Mine is too wide, but the arms are so short. Now these combined with pants makes me look like a boy. I cam even make the math for you:
Pants+Uncomfortable shirt= a boy.
At least I have long hair.
I still don't get why we have to wear it. What is weirder is that all the teachers say " you all look so pretty in formal dress code". I say " we all look so pathetic". In this occasion, I don't know why we have to wear it. We don't have any special assembly or a crucial meeting that will change our lives forever. There is only a reading congress in which we are not even attending.
Seriously, I am about to rip this shirt off. I even had the brilliant idea of cutting the neck and the handcuffs out and sew it in the sweater, but I was just too lazy to do it. Besides, my sewing sucks.
I hate skirts, they are cold and makes me feel naked. It also doesn't have any pockets, so were can I put my phone? So I wear pants.
We also have an Oxford shirt, the long white ones meant to be used with tie. Fortunately girls don't need to wear tie, but thy are so uncomfortable. Mine is too wide, but the arms are so short. Now these combined with pants makes me look like a boy. I cam even make the math for you:
Pants+Uncomfortable shirt= a boy.
At least I have long hair.
I still don't get why we have to wear it. What is weirder is that all the teachers say " you all look so pretty in formal dress code". I say " we all look so pathetic". In this occasion, I don't know why we have to wear it. We don't have any special assembly or a crucial meeting that will change our lives forever. There is only a reading congress in which we are not even attending.
Seriously, I am about to rip this shirt off. I even had the brilliant idea of cutting the neck and the handcuffs out and sew it in the sweater, but I was just too lazy to do it. Besides, my sewing sucks.
Night Dreaming
I always keep up waking up at night for my dreams. They are so frustrating, but sometimes entertaining. I call this night dreaming, since it is night, and I am dreaming. I think someone must have figured it out by now. The difference of day dreaming, is me on standby mode watching the teacher talk and not understanding anything at all. I am actually not day dreaming, just in standby mode, since I don't think of anything. It is good to relax once in a while.
As I black out into a profound sleep, my brain starts taking action. Not mentioning that I have like a thousand dreams and I only get to remember only one. For example, I woke up two hours ago, and I only have slight memories. It is either of both: I have very short memory, or dreams are meant to be forgotten.
Last night, or this morning, ( I'm not aware of the time, I'm asleep), I was dreaming of the soccer world cup album, and the cards we are meant to collect, and obviously to paste. So I kept waking up there were people beside me trading cards. Since we had Messi repeated, I was thinking in many ways to have a good trade with him. I just realized this dream couldn't be more boring.
Usually when I'm dreaming, the coolest dreams are the ones in which I have super powers. Believe me or not, it is so cool when you are able to fly. Unfortunately, this only happens in the beginning, but when I am " conscious" in my dreams, I can't use my powers anymore. It is sad when I am about to take off and just float a little and fall flat against the ground.
Other kinds of dreams I have is with people. Suddenly I am sleeping, and I appear at school or anywhere else that I don't want to be in. I feel the people are around my bed looking at me while sleeping. It is horrible. I try to stay awake when I realize: how stupid of me, it was a dream. I think this is more like a nightmare.
And there is always the typical dream of a dinosaur after me. Believe me, it is not fun.
As I black out into a profound sleep, my brain starts taking action. Not mentioning that I have like a thousand dreams and I only get to remember only one. For example, I woke up two hours ago, and I only have slight memories. It is either of both: I have very short memory, or dreams are meant to be forgotten.
Last night, or this morning, ( I'm not aware of the time, I'm asleep), I was dreaming of the soccer world cup album, and the cards we are meant to collect, and obviously to paste. So I kept waking up there were people beside me trading cards. Since we had Messi repeated, I was thinking in many ways to have a good trade with him. I just realized this dream couldn't be more boring.
Usually when I'm dreaming, the coolest dreams are the ones in which I have super powers. Believe me or not, it is so cool when you are able to fly. Unfortunately, this only happens in the beginning, but when I am " conscious" in my dreams, I can't use my powers anymore. It is sad when I am about to take off and just float a little and fall flat against the ground.
Other kinds of dreams I have is with people. Suddenly I am sleeping, and I appear at school or anywhere else that I don't want to be in. I feel the people are around my bed looking at me while sleeping. It is horrible. I try to stay awake when I realize: how stupid of me, it was a dream. I think this is more like a nightmare.
And there is always the typical dream of a dinosaur after me. Believe me, it is not fun.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Meet My New Friends
I recently discovered that putting new and interesting things in the blog is so cool. It makes it more interesting and pretty. I discovered how to edit my blog making it nicer and cooler. What I still don't like is that all this time I had all this new stuff right under my nose, and I wasn't able to find it.
Anyways, I would like you to present you my new friends, the fishes. Why? You may ask? Why would fishes be interesting at all? In this case, this fish are immortal, and even better, you, can feed them! Its like having real fish, only that nothing will happen if you accidentally forget giving them food, or your friends started hitting the tank until your little fishes exploded inside. It was a sad experience.
So I call them, Pepe el Pez, Pepe, Pepe2, Pepe3, Pepe4, Pepe5, Pepe6, Pepe7, Pepe8 and finally, Fifo. I am not that great at names if you can realize it. You can figure by yourself who is each one, and even better, you can feed them.
Anyways, I would like you to present you my new friends, the fishes. Why? You may ask? Why would fishes be interesting at all? In this case, this fish are immortal, and even better, you, can feed them! Its like having real fish, only that nothing will happen if you accidentally forget giving them food, or your friends started hitting the tank until your little fishes exploded inside. It was a sad experience.
So I call them, Pepe el Pez, Pepe, Pepe2, Pepe3, Pepe4, Pepe5, Pepe6, Pepe7, Pepe8 and finally, Fifo. I am not that great at names if you can realize it. You can figure by yourself who is each one, and even better, you can feed them.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
My Playlist
Now, these are my favorite songs of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. They are so unique and special, but the best of all, I know how to play them in bass guitar! It makes me more happier.
Tell Me Baby: It's the song that opened my eyes to the world of slap bass. When I first heard it, it was so fast and so complicated. Now, it is so cool and smooth.
Naked In The Rain: It has a bass solo! It is so cool, and incredibly, I learned how to play it. While it involves slap bass, it also has normal bass played with fingers.
Higher Ground: It is such an incredible song. It is a tribute form the Red Hot to Stevie Wonder. It was so great, and the intro is astonishing. I am still working in that part.
The Dawn Of Not Boring
I realized my blog was so damn boring and so plain. If people would even try to read without getting bored, they would be my heroes.
Seriously, I have like many posts, that are extremely long. Who has the time to read such long and useless stories? They are not interesting either.
So now, I have an iTouch, with my first playlist of my favorite band. I know this is the mainstream songs, but soon, I will make a better one with songs that not a lot of people have heard of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
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