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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.