OK, let us try to post at least once a day. If I keep on writing, even meaningless things, I will stay in practice. At least with typing.
There once was a girl named Sam, who ate to much ham and then she went and swam, so she drowned and died. The end.
I have a physics midterm tomorrow, happy happy joy joy. May sarcasm ring from every bell on this joyous evening.
One of these days, I am going to write something that is over five hundred words. Or maybe over a hundred.
Cheers.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A Story
Munching slowly on the eraser of her green pencil, she daydreamed of a boy. His name was Cat ...
and then my inspiration died... Well, that is proof I should never become a writer or a poet (my poetry sucks butt). Maybe I can just become a philanthropist, wait that was random. And you also need money to do that.
Today I discovered a song that I used to listen to back in 2007 called Robot High School:
Still makes me dance...
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Old writings
I am not sure if I posted these on my blog but whatever. Most of these poems were written when I was in tenth or ninth grade, so beware.
Black
The world is black. At least that is how it is to me. My eyes are doorways to the dark abyss.
Is this the world of the blind?? Sitting idle in our little safe zone hoping nothing will happen???
Event when we close our eyes we cannot experience the world of darkness that haunts the blind. We cannot learn to see with our ears and hands no matter how hard we try. If we lose our way we open our eyes a crack. The light piercing the dark. Making it wither and withdraw. This allows us to find our way so easily.
We can never ever event begin to imagine being blind and lost. For it is not the blind that are sitting idle in comfort zones but the seeing.
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Think Positively
Think positively
You will be happier
The world will have a shine
All your dreams will come true
Ooh ya, you will also face hearts breaks every second
Things don't always go your way
The world is not a nice place
Its built on broken dreams
Only when you admit that
Can you start living
Hiding behind rose tinted glasses
Will only bring sadness
Be realistic
Your dreams wont always come true
Things wont always go your way
Believing that it will make your heart break
And broken hearts hurt like...
____
When I try to be positive, when I think everything will be great, when I think a day is perfect
I end up crying
Back home
All alone
My greatest moments happen when I think negatively
Or more realistically
Because life proves me wrong
And that feeling is better then anything in the world
____
When you think positively,
When bad stuff happens,
When you fail,
Life really sucks
You feel like crap
When good stuff happens,
You don't really get excited
You already knew that god thing was gonna happen,
Or at the least you were expecting it
When you think realistically,
When bad stuff happens,
You were expecting it,
You don't feel as sad,
So ya,
And when the world proves you wrong,
And all goes right,
It feels amazing
It feels right…
____
Proof:
*I thought I was gonna do soo bad at BERMUN,
I called my friend, nearly crying
And I became a main submitter
*I thought I was not going to get into MUN
cause I rushed and stuttered through my speech
but I got in
*I thought that I was going to die one night
I woke up alive :P
*I thought that my friends gave a shit about my Birthday
I was wrong (this does not include thani thanawi or maism or doodi or lulu)
*I thought I bought Sims 2
I got a fake
*I thought that my parent were gonna get me a thing I really wanted
They did not
Soo ya
Thank you :)
//////////////////////////////////////////////////
I am a Storm
Flexible
Flexibility
Adaptable
Accommodate
Ever heard of these words???
I guess not
Because you are obsessed with your cookie-cutter essays,
Looks,
Words,
Everything,
Not every one is like you
Like your perfect little vision
We are our own people
And you can’t control me
You never will be able to
I’m a storm
Deduct my marks
Get me in trouble
I’m going far places
And you are never gonna move
Change
Learn
You say you want to teach us to be leaders of tomorrow
Truthfully you are teaching us how to be followers of today and ever
You are not helping us
You are bring us down
You lie
You discriminate
You CRUSH creativity
And that is why
We will always hate you
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Type type type and see what comes out no backspacs no editing let your mistakes shine like stars because that is what mistakes are . when they r first born they shine and shine but no worries they will die but sadly the after affect of the mistake still lives with us we most learn to ignore them.
Reaserch reasech I hate spelling lol spelling is for the weak minded
When false is reality and reality is false.
Dragons. Flying on the sky. That's what I do. Watch them. Blue brown red. Black. A waste of time is what land lady says. Better off focusing on my job. Shucking corn. I do both. Watch and work. I want to fly. Like the dragons.
“Where is that good for nuthin’?”
vocabulary makes u sound smart.
Vocabulary makes one
Bored
What to call this?
Ode to long lay overs
I hate I love I am
Love? Hate? Wich is wich?
Why is spelling important?
Itachi’s theme song has finished
Now mystical ninjas I belive ahh no shikamaru’s theme
How do people write?
How do they get words on apaper?
How do they link one sentence to another?
How do they stick to topic?
When writing a story…
What 22 write
Let the words flow
No wrong or right just me and me beliving
Writing what comes 2 mind
Tears. They were all crying, so was I. I did not want to die. A fool could sence the lust in him. The lust for blood, our blood.
In the world of dragons , elfs and mygic Non mygicals were considered the lowest of the low. Mothers killed their non mygical children or left them in the slums and waste areas. Rats were more revered then the non magicals. For rats had mygic benefits. I was two when I was left at the slums of the fourth sector. AKA: the worst of the worst. I had less mygic then a door knob there for I was useless.
Fucked sector is what the inhabitants call it. That is because if you live here your have been fucked over are fucked over or will be fucked over by a mygical.
I walk to the job asined to me by the sector head. The roads are filth and there are bodies of dead that have yet to be carted off littering the paths. This is a normal walk to work for me.
In the world of dragons , elfs and mygic Non mygicals were considered the lowest of the low. Mothers killed their non mygical children or left them in the slums and waste areas. Rats were more revered then the non magicals. For rats had mygic benefits.
Ona stood at the gate of the Fourth Sector of The City of Igar. The walls around the sector were over 50 paces high. To a out of towner the 4th sector might be the home of the richand the walls were for keeping the rifraf out. Ona knew this comin mistakes was far far from what the truth was. Igar’s
Sarcasm is what I do
////////////////////////////////////
Ok I realized that some of this is not poems at all
wow... I wrote weird stuff
Black
The world is black. At least that is how it is to me. My eyes are doorways to the dark abyss.
Is this the world of the blind?? Sitting idle in our little safe zone hoping nothing will happen???
Event when we close our eyes we cannot experience the world of darkness that haunts the blind. We cannot learn to see with our ears and hands no matter how hard we try. If we lose our way we open our eyes a crack. The light piercing the dark. Making it wither and withdraw. This allows us to find our way so easily.
We can never ever event begin to imagine being blind and lost. For it is not the blind that are sitting idle in comfort zones but the seeing.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Think Positively
Think positively
You will be happier
The world will have a shine
All your dreams will come true
Ooh ya, you will also face hearts breaks every second
Things don't always go your way
The world is not a nice place
Its built on broken dreams
Only when you admit that
Can you start living
Hiding behind rose tinted glasses
Will only bring sadness
Be realistic
Your dreams wont always come true
Things wont always go your way
Believing that it will make your heart break
And broken hearts hurt like...
____
When I try to be positive, when I think everything will be great, when I think a day is perfect
I end up crying
Back home
All alone
My greatest moments happen when I think negatively
Or more realistically
Because life proves me wrong
And that feeling is better then anything in the world
____
When you think positively,
When bad stuff happens,
When you fail,
Life really sucks
You feel like crap
When good stuff happens,
You don't really get excited
You already knew that god thing was gonna happen,
Or at the least you were expecting it
When you think realistically,
When bad stuff happens,
You were expecting it,
You don't feel as sad,
So ya,
And when the world proves you wrong,
And all goes right,
It feels amazing
It feels right…
____
Proof:
*I thought I was gonna do soo bad at BERMUN,
I called my friend, nearly crying
And I became a main submitter
*I thought I was not going to get into MUN
cause I rushed and stuttered through my speech
but I got in
*I thought that I was going to die one night
I woke up alive :P
*I thought that my friends gave a shit about my Birthday
I was wrong (this does not include thani thanawi or maism or doodi or lulu)
*I thought I bought Sims 2
I got a fake
*I thought that my parent were gonna get me a thing I really wanted
They did not
Soo ya
Thank you :)
//////////////////////////////////////////////////
I am a Storm
Flexible
Flexibility
Adaptable
Accommodate
Ever heard of these words???
I guess not
Because you are obsessed with your cookie-cutter essays,
Looks,
Words,
Everything,
Not every one is like you
Like your perfect little vision
We are our own people
And you can’t control me
You never will be able to
I’m a storm
Deduct my marks
Get me in trouble
I’m going far places
And you are never gonna move
Change
Learn
You say you want to teach us to be leaders of tomorrow
Truthfully you are teaching us how to be followers of today and ever
You are not helping us
You are bring us down
You lie
You discriminate
You CRUSH creativity
And that is why
We will always hate you
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Type type type and see what comes out no backspacs no editing let your mistakes shine like stars because that is what mistakes are . when they r first born they shine and shine but no worries they will die but sadly the after affect of the mistake still lives with us we most learn to ignore them.
Reaserch reasech I hate spelling lol spelling is for the weak minded
When false is reality and reality is false.
Dragons. Flying on the sky. That's what I do. Watch them. Blue brown red. Black. A waste of time is what land lady says. Better off focusing on my job. Shucking corn. I do both. Watch and work. I want to fly. Like the dragons.
“Where is that good for nuthin’?”
vocabulary makes u sound smart.
Vocabulary makes one
Bored
What to call this?
Ode to long lay overs
I hate I love I am
Love? Hate? Wich is wich?
Why is spelling important?
Itachi’s theme song has finished
Now mystical ninjas I belive ahh no shikamaru’s theme
How do people write?
How do they get words on apaper?
How do they link one sentence to another?
How do they stick to topic?
When writing a story…
What 22 write
Let the words flow
No wrong or right just me and me beliving
Writing what comes 2 mind
Tears. They were all crying, so was I. I did not want to die. A fool could sence the lust in him. The lust for blood, our blood.
In the world of dragons , elfs and mygic Non mygicals were considered the lowest of the low. Mothers killed their non mygical children or left them in the slums and waste areas. Rats were more revered then the non magicals. For rats had mygic benefits. I was two when I was left at the slums of the fourth sector. AKA: the worst of the worst. I had less mygic then a door knob there for I was useless.
Fucked sector is what the inhabitants call it. That is because if you live here your have been fucked over are fucked over or will be fucked over by a mygical.
I walk to the job asined to me by the sector head. The roads are filth and there are bodies of dead that have yet to be carted off littering the paths. This is a normal walk to work for me.
In the world of dragons , elfs and mygic Non mygicals were considered the lowest of the low. Mothers killed their non mygical children or left them in the slums and waste areas. Rats were more revered then the non magicals. For rats had mygic benefits.
Ona stood at the gate of the Fourth Sector of The City of Igar. The walls around the sector were over 50 paces high. To a out of towner the 4th sector might be the home of the richand the walls were for keeping the rifraf out. Ona knew this comin mistakes was far far from what the truth was. Igar’s
Sarcasm is what I do
////////////////////////////////////
Ok I realized that some of this is not poems at all
wow... I wrote weird stuff
This blog needs a new look
Dear Blog,
You are ugly
The end.
I still have not been able to find the perfect layout for my blog that screams ME. I have had over ten layouts for this blog, and like the blog's name, nothing seems to stick. What I need is a layout that is simple yet ... hmmm I don't know... sigh. OK the only way to find out what I want is to list what I want and what I don't want:
I like simple
I like dark colored lines
I like having the side bar on the left
All those seem easy enough to find... lets get looking!
I also need a new name for this blog. Nameless is so cliche and slightly emo. I am most definitely not an emo child. I am a hyper self-proclaimed pessimist who is actually a closet optimist! Maybe that could be my blogs new name: The Diary of a self-proclaimed pessimist who is actually a closet optimist. I like it! But it is a bit to long, just a bit.
Who cares? Until I find a better name, that will be this blogs new name.
A toast!
You are ugly
The end.
I still have not been able to find the perfect layout for my blog that screams ME. I have had over ten layouts for this blog, and like the blog's name, nothing seems to stick. What I need is a layout that is simple yet ... hmmm I don't know... sigh. OK the only way to find out what I want is to list what I want and what I don't want:
I like simple
I like dark colored lines
I like having the side bar on the left
All those seem easy enough to find... lets get looking!
I also need a new name for this blog. Nameless is so cliche and slightly emo. I am most definitely not an emo child. I am a hyper self-proclaimed pessimist who is actually a closet optimist! Maybe that could be my blogs new name: The Diary of a self-proclaimed pessimist who is actually a closet optimist. I like it! But it is a bit to long, just a bit.
Who cares? Until I find a better name, that will be this blogs new name.
A toast!
The New Year
Welcome 2011, let us see what you bring to the table?
College deadlines - hmm that is both good and bad
College rejection letters - BAAAD
College acceptance letters - GOOOD
Finals - 2010 had them too
Senior Project Deadlines - Meh
College - both good and bad
Graduation - Heaven
Saying bye to my friends - HELL
God please help me through this year. Please help with graduating and college and everting else too. I am depending on you.
College deadlines - hmm that is both good and bad
College rejection letters - BAAAD
College acceptance letters - GOOOD
Finals - 2010 had them too
Senior Project Deadlines - Meh
College - both good and bad
Graduation - Heaven
Saying bye to my friends - HELL
God please help me through this year. Please help with graduating and college and everting else too. I am depending on you.
My type of hero
Once upon a time that happened not that long ago and not to far away
In a land that is neither here nor there
There lived a princess with brown hair
She was average height with a little tummy
She was not extremely clever and just a bit funny
She likes to cook and dancing but is not very good at either
She was nothing if not absolutely incredibly normal
She was never captured by a dragon
Or a wizard for that matter
and she never had reason to be rescued by a prince
She was as fair and as wise as a young girl could be
riddled with flaws and thoughts of good deeds
She tried to always do her best and when that fails she would give up
This is why this girl is my hero
she is someone just like me
....................................
This was a really weird poem thing that I started writing during my global issues class... I wonder how it turned out??
PS Afnan is the greatest ever <3
She pretty much saves my life everyday and I love her tons. I am going to miss her like hell when I go to college.
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