Ok maybe not now. I'll probably sleep and get up at 10 tomorrow.

Maccas

So it's almost 3 in the morning and I've stayed up all night on nothing. Like no caffeine or anything. I feel pretty awesome aside from the fact that I've been working on IT for 3 hours straight. I don't think I've ever worked on anything for that long that late. It's a new record. Personally, anyway.

I just thought that it'd be fun posting this because I procrastinate so much. Now, I'm stuck in a decision making situation: I can
- Go to sleep
- Work on my IT
- Work on my English
- Go for a Maccas run.
- Work on some other programming language and forget it by tomorrow morning
- Watch Pulp Fiction

Going to sleep would be boring. So is IT and English. Programming, I'll forget it anyway. Pulp fiction is really gif worthy. So I hear.

The reason(s) I don't wanna go for a Maccas run is because a) I don't want to have to walk for half an hour just for maccas; b) I don't want to get butt raped by a ghost on the thirty minute walk and c) I don't want to wake anyone up.

Ugh. Pulp Fiction it is. Not that that's bad.

Just, y'know. I like Maccas.

Quiet Rant

I don’t know what you’re thinking. I don’t know why you’re thinking whatever it is you’re thinking. I don’t know why you say what you say. I don’t know why you say whatever it is you say to whoever it is you say it to. Everything and anything you say is simply insult to injury. What kind of person are you? Is it because your childhood was so lacking in parental compassion? Is it because you were born into an unloving family? Whatever it is, you of all people should have known better how to treat people. Instead, look what you do: throw all and any hope away, snatch any inkling of passion and pound it with a hammer of scepticism. Whatever grief or pain that exists is amplified with your voice. There is no life in your “life”. No passion, no interest, no existence of ecstasy.

Computers and machines are your only method of conversation and also your only conversing partner. You have become one of them. You teach us of addiction and yet you are the victim of it. What lesson lies in that? You say true happiness comes from Enlightenment of some sort, not from physical or social pleasures. You say that people should be honest. Well you certainly got that across. You don’t understand the age we live in right now, socially or mentally. Should there be a situation in the family, you’d be the last to resolve it but the first to rub salt into the wound. Do you ever think why the amounts of students dwindle in your classes? Do you ever wonder why all your students leave? Do you ever wonder why all your students can’t wait to leave your classes? Of course it’s their problem. Perhaps the only issue regarding yourself is that you hadn’t yelled quite loud enough.

You’re the boss that all the employees fantasise about murdering. You’re the boss with a heap of kiss-asses who actually hate you but you can’t see that can you? You see what you want, hear what you want and say what you want. It never ends well. Never.

Next time you decide to say something, consider what you’re about to say. Walk a mile in their shoes. How would they feel? The only reason why I’m saying how they would feel instead of how you would feel is because you don’t have the emotional capability to feel. I’m quite disheartened of the fact. 

I'm disappointed.

I want to look up recipes for stuff that looks reaaallly good but I can't. I mean I can but what's the point. That just means I have to go out and buy stuff. I wouldn't mind if I could drive but I can't so what's the point. If I could drive the man, that'd be great. But I can't. For now. For now. Seriously, they have recipes for the wasted chocolate cake, oreo cakes, shooter sandwiches, steak that's done perfectly. Bacon fries.

You get what I mean.

I am so done
A la Prochaine

I am now a cat person.





And now I'm not.

Just kidding, I still love cats.

A la Prochaine~

How I'm feeling about these ask questions

Silver Linings Playbook feels everywhere

Lunch bully solution

Bitch tries to steal my lunch

From B.Y.E by Terkoiz (Philips Lacanlale)

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This post is, for all intents and purposes, a joke and not to be taken seriously. Should any issues arise relating to this article and/or image, 

Definitions

By "joke" I mean something that is meant to be taken lightly or not seriously

This movie was just asdkjfgklslf;aglsfhjskgafkhkdfksl and Brad Pitt is just asdjlkflaks;jgsdalg;hk;jslfaljgd;h;l Oh well. I know, I might be gay or bi or something. But the movie is amazing. 

I recently got into Irish Rock music. It's crazy stuff. Look up Shipping Up to Boston. 

A la Prochaine~

Where Is My Mind

OC

I have really liked the last two weeks. Well, I can't say liked. It's more like "been satisfied with". I've missed four and a half days of school. One and a half days of music, two days sick, and one day off.

It's been alright because I spent most of my time watching music and looking up porn...

like. Yeah.

But in all honesty: bookporn, roomporn, dessertporn, adrenalineporn, foodporn, instrumentporn, etc. The "SFW Porn Network"

So yeah, I've managed to miss a week's worth of both French and Drama classes which is good considering that I don't really like French and that I don't need to rehearse my Drama part with my group because I only speak twice. Throughout the whole thing. I get cut off halfway for my first sentence and the next bit, well, everyone runs away.

So I haven't missed much. Or so I think. I don't like that. Thinking. Because that leads to over-thinking. That never leads to something good.

As for the Ask.fm...nothing. it's like a fucking desert there. Lucky for me, I got two movies today: Fight Club and Pulp Fiction. WATCH FIGHT CLUB. Holy crap. That movie is amazing. And Brad Pitt. Maaaaannnn. Seriously. No wonder it got awesome ratings on pretty much every site I know.

Now, as you do, I'm looking for as many "gifable" moments possible. Gives me something to do other then dwell over how my IT Partner does next to nothing. But yeah, watch the movie. It's great. Seriously.

At least I'm getting the page together. For the most part anyway.

MLIA.

A la Prochaine~

When someone asks how my AMus Exam went.

I just have a lot of feelings

Watched Mean Girls because why the fuck not.

So. Many. References. I still need to watch it a few more times before I memorise the whole thing. That won't take long.You know that bit how Damian's like: SHE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE.

I MADE THAT. 

Mission accomplished.

A la Prochaine~

lots of what the f***

http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1eqcak/if_we_lost_all_memory_of_photoshop_but_the/?sort=top
If we lost all memory of photoshop, but all the pictures remained, what would be the hardest to explain?

A lot of these are full of what the fuck is going on.

shit like Bears with Beaks (Link) or Birds with Arms (Link). Or Fifth world Problems which are...well, I'm scared to click on the links every  now and then because it looks so fucking shady but here's the link if you want it: (Link)

So that's it. Yeah.

So maths was due today. I didn't turn up to school because I was killing myself under a pile of used tissues. Because I was sick. No other reason

No but seriously, I'm sick as a dog. AMus went, well, not as preferable as I'd have liked and all this shit is piling one over the other and it's tripping over itself.

Back to maths (yeah, fuck me right?) I'm pretty sure everyone spent the night doing something along the lines of:

While all the smart kids are like:







So yeah, kids, always start your assignments early.

How I imagine myself playing for the exam tomorrow:

There's a link to my ask.fm on the tagboard --->

Well fudge

It's a Saturday night, I'm tired, bored and there's nothing to internet anymore so I decided to write about my experience of talking to my friends about literature. 

First one: okay so this guy (I'm saying "this guy" because I'm not sure if he wants his name used. Same with the other one) was obnoxiously hyper for some odd reason. We ended up talking about Picture of Dorian Gray and this is how he explained it, paraphrasing, of course. I don't remember shit from the last week. 

Guy:  It's about some gay guy who gets his picture taken. NOT TAKEN. Like painted. Or some shit. Anyway. OI. OI HEY. IS ANYONE EVEN LISTENING? Fine I won't talk (Me: Hey, I'm listening. Keep going.) Alright so, he gets himself painted then he wishes that the picture doesn't get old. NO WAIT. Other way round, he wishes that the picture grows old, not himself. Then he does all this stuff. And then he stabs the picture.

Other guy: Then he dies right?

Guy: Yeah, but like they change places. So there was an ugly motherf***er in the picture and when he stabbed the picture, they changed places [imitates knife in the chest]

Other guy : That's so shit though. Man, why do we get all these shitty books man.

Tale of Two Cities ended up coming up as well.

tl;dr they say something about 4 guys liking the "one chick" and none of them get in there. 

Oh well. I guess it's a shame not everyone appreciates good literature. Not much we can do about it. 

So I made an ask.fm account since everyone was doing it. I know, peer pressure. It's not good. Still, it's not the only pressure I'm going under. Piano exam is in 1 AND A HALF DAYS. 

You know how we were doing absurd theatre in drama? I thought of another example: where I'm playing solitaire and I know that there's no solution left but I keep trying but any attempt is futile.

Just like this:





I am so done.

A la Prochaine~

Latest gif

Caption: Well there goes my last fuck

OCing that shit. Making too many of these, I should probably stop and spend my time doing something more productive like working on perl or something. Or unix. I've heard so many good things about unix.

Oh well, I guess I'll stick to making gifs.

A la Prochaine~

THEN THERE'S THIS ASSHOLE

ohmygod. OH. MY. GOD. I was checking out the photos that were taken at the after party and a lot them were great, no kidding, but this. I found this gem among it.

Ok so there's Alex on the right, someone else on the left

CHARLIE. Oh Charlie. Poor thing went a little heavy on the grog. 

Arthur, you must be so glad you didn't drink that night though admittedly, I would've liked to see you drunk and try to pick up chicks. I kid. But seriously tho. 

You know how they say: "What happens at (place), stays at (place)"? That did not happen. I don't think it ever will. Then again, I'm starting to think that our school is really...I'll just say unique. 

and what the fuck happened to the Exotics. Like everyone I know has pretty much exploded with tears and spit flying everywhere. I apologise for the imagery. 

Still. Y'know. I don't. Ugh. 

Hello omegle. 

That is all.

A la Prochaine

Charlie 사랑해, just sayin'.

One last push

More like one last heave.

Five days to go.

I seem to have a lot of time don't I? I really don't think I should do that. I guess it beats posting formal pictures. Or liking all of them. So for now, I guess, I'm going to post my Drama script and see how much sense it makes. It doesn't. I'll say that much. 

Here goes:

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard.

I have to memorise that. Shouldn't be too hard.

Ships and Urns

Is it wrong that I ship people at our school? Like I have ship names for them already though I won't be mentioning any because, well, that's...demeaning to a person's privacy? I dunno. I know one person knows about my ships. I've got names but I won't go so far as right fanfic because that'd be seriously weird.

What I will do, though, is freak the fuck out about my assessment etc. For instance: I have an essay due at the end of tomorrow, a Prac Diploma exam and a concert on Monday, an assignment and a concert on Tuesday and a website to complete by the end of next week. A little busy.

I got my assignment play today, right after a music lesson. I decided that it wasn't the best timing that I had. We're doing an Absurd play called Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. The point of this play is that there is no point. There are a fair few interpretations of Absurd theatre but most of them point to the metaphor of life being short or useless or meaningless. Take the following sentence for instance: "we are born astride a grave". That's one of the stimulus we were given. No idea what it means? Imagine a woman giving birth over an open grave. Weird at first, but think about it. Not literally, no. As a metaphor.

Life goes by pretty quick so what's the use or the meaning of life if it's so short? The words we say mean nothing and even less years, decades, centuries later.

Another play written by Samuel Beckett is called, well, "Play". Have a look for yourself. Here's a Link. For what it's worth, Alan Rickman's in this as well.

 


I find it amazing. It conveys how insignificant the majority, if not entirety, of our lives are. We spend an awful lot of time worrying and poring over issues that we label as important. We spend (or waste, rather) our lives and die slowly and realise, at the end of our life, that everything in our lives detract from life in general. But then again, what's the point of detracting from something that has nothing to detract from? That's the point.

That's my word vomit.

Not even sure if that made sense.

Oh well, there we go.

This is my recollection of the after party in one gif:

This is my recollection of my schoolwork in a few gifs:

Pretty much sums up the last few days.

Live Journal

Started a Live Journal account, mainly because it's just another place to have some kind of ranting. And it's another site I can use in case blogger gets restricted by my parents. I know, last time I tried something like this, I didn't touch it ever again but I keep getting notifications from Wordpress. Useless, I know. I think Live Journal is much more simple and none of the unnecessary templates and themes and things like that. They're nice, I'll admit, but I think they're distracting, sometimes. Unless it looks really good. Nice and simple. I guess.

Talking to people about the after party and the events during/after it.

*sigh* people are so entertaining.

Happy Mother's Day

Just what I needed mum, just what I needed. A piano lesson THE DAY AFTER AN AFTER PARTY.


Happy Mother's Day, Mum.


Another bottle is just what I need.

You know what I just realised? All and any links that I post can't be distinguished from other text. That makes me sad. So I'm gonna change it.

You  know, I love how of all the photo's that have been uploaded of me on facebook, none have them have included more than two people with me. Jus' sayin'. Still had a great time though, no kidding.

First gif

made my first gif

10000 pageviews

No, I know, it's not 1000000 page views. It's not even 100000 views but for me, it's pretty darn good enough.


Tom might not be able to catch a mouse but at least he has swag.

So this thing came up when I was doing my Martial Arts research (as you do) and I found what they called "Sherlock Holmes' Martial Art" and it's pretty damn old. Think about it this way. We know what hapkido is (if you don't, it's an old martial art that's pretty damn awesome), so this martial art was made when the founder of hapkido was just a kid. So we're talking Victorian Era: Oscar Wilde, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Charles Dickens, Carroll Lewis. All of these.

Bartitsu is the name. Named after the founder Edward William Barton-Wright, the eclectic martial art uses many different techniques (mainly European) and incorporates them into an effective self-defence or as Barton-Wright called it: "Self defence in all its forms". It uses boxing, savate, wrestling, fencing and jujitsu to create the gentleman's fighting style with an edge of the East.

So that's just another thing to look onto.

That's it for now, I guess.

A la Prochaine.

Les Etats-Unis

Funny.
True.
Another listening practice file.

Sweet.


So Buddha fest. Not bad. Not awesome either. I think the only really bad thing was when someone borrowed my camera to take a picture of me with a bunch of Diablo world Champions (I know, crazy, right?). She ended up taking three photos...but with the lid still on. Three blank shots. So that doesn't sound to bad does it? I could have just erased them but NO. I couldn't. The camera was analog and she was complaining how she could see anything and just snapped three pictures while moving.


When someone at school says they have gum.

A la Prochaine.

Tongue twisters, Omegle and whatnot

So we were talking about some guy liking some chick on our grade. No names. But as always, you'd think something like:

"(name) and (name) sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Right?"

I was on the bus and I was thinking about this. Then for some wacky reason, I thought of:

"Eddie the ninja sitting in a tree, doing ninja things that I can't see". I know, I was tired. I'm not even if it's rhythmically correct. If you say it right then you'll get it. 

Speaking of saying. Jonty and I were looking up tongue twisters when we were rehearsing our English Speech (we did awesome, thanks for asking). There are some really weird ones. Some of them just sound hard but aren't particularly hard. Like:
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.

My favourite is this one:

"Three white witches watch three swatch watches. Which white witch watches which swatch watch?"

Which turns into:

"Three Swedish white witches watch three white swatch watches. Which Swedish white witch watches which white swatch watches?"

Which then turns into:

"Three Swedish switched witches watch three Swiss swatch watches switches. Which Swedish switched witch watches which Swiss swatch watch switches?"

What the heck right?

Then there's this one:
"If you must cross a course cross cow across a crowded cow crossing, cross the cross coarse cow across the crowded cow crossing carefully."

According to the Guinness Book of World Records, this was the hardest one: 

"The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick"

I still like: "Irish Wristwatch", "red leather, yellow leather" and "Unique New York"

Maybe next time you have an exchange student, you teach them that so that when they go back home, they can floor all the english teachers with the awesome little sentence they learned. 

Oh well. That's enough tongue twisting for tonight.

I need something to talk about so if you have any suggestions, just drop them in the comment section or you can just tell me. That's cool too.

Oh oh oh. AND I need something to read. I'm talking blogs here. Anything, anyone. Like I'll find someone's blog with deep opinions and personal d&ms 'n' stuff like that, someone I know and I'm just like

Kinda like going on Omegle.

Found someone who didn't say "asl"



Found someone to talk to about something relatively smart.



Finding someone who doesn't disconnect right after you say "m"



Finding someone who lives in your country



Having an Ameristralian party with someone (I'll show you guys that one later).



Goddammit Leo, why you so talented.

Makes me want to speak with that southern drawl.


As a pianist, this really does ring true.

A la Prochaine

Forget

One Day Holiday

Spending a day at home every now and then is actually a really good idea. Maybe just once a month, even if you're not having your head metaphorically sawed in half. Maybe I'd even take five days off, just because. Take some time off from the bullshit of school and stay at home just listening to your favourite band. Walking around singing your soul out and not giving a fuck whether or not your neighbors can hear. Then having 3 showers in just 2 hours. After that, just sit back and watch a really sad movie with some nutella and a spoon. It's nice to have a cry every now and then.

I'd like to have a day like that. Just a day when you don't have any responsibilities, no bullshit. A whole day to yourself. Sounds selfish, I know, but I think everyone deserves some time for themselves. Whether that means going on Omegle on Webcam mode or drooling over that gorgeous member of the band. Doesn't even have to be going out shopping with friends but I mean if that's your thing then, by all means, go for it.

Grab a cup of tea and a book. Forget about everything else and just dedicate your time to that book. Nothing else. There's no past, no future. You're just here. You're now.

This is gonna be a little contradictory to my last statement but here goes. Sit down. Or lie down, doesn't really matter. Think about one thing and everything that relates to it. Everything and anything that could possibly alter the paths of the future. Just because blowing your mind can be humbling sometimes. And interesting. Think about it. If you said just the right things at just the right times, where could you be now? Or maybe remember the right things you said at just the right times. Look back, how else can you see how far you've come?

You know one thing that everyone should have? A colour in book with a few crayons. Sometimes you just need to stop being such a goddamn adult/teenager and be a kid again for a little while.

One of those things is listen to a guided relaxation. That stuff really works. I'm not kidding. Just find a really good one and listen to it. One hour of that feels like 5 minutes and leaves you feeling like a brand new person. 

Take a goddamn chill pill and cool your pool. 

I'm sorry, I probably sound a little high or drunk but I've had a tiring week so pardon me for any weird expressions/wording.

I should probably try some of these things myself sometime. 

Until then, that'll do.

A la Prochaine~

Just Sayin'

Dear Soomin (Or Soominnie because you're shorter than me...i think)
Who the heck reads that far down my blog anyway?

Yours sincerely,
Just sayin'