doing nothing for the first class of the whole year

realising that someone out of your family actually reads your blog

getting a domo hat from your friend XD

dear person on facebook who keeps adding lol into comments/statuses:

Dear person in the neighbourhood who keeps setting off ridiculously loud fireworks for no particular reason at ridiculously ungodly hours:

ok so maybe too much repetition but I guess it's true. Still first week of school for me and it's going pretty smoothly other than the ungodly heat.

So I walked into my Maths class yesterday and the first thing that popped into my mind was: "You have got to be kidding me." Eventually, I figured that life was trolling me and coincidence is and can be a bitch. So, fuck it. The good thing about this year for me is that I'm not doing any Sciences (which  means no big as textbooks) and  I'm not doing Maths C (which still means no big as textbooks). In other words, my school bag is ridiculously light. I reckon I could rely on my sports bag for the rest of the year XD. 

Started those Haidong Gumdo classes again~ I actually did one of my New Year's Resolutions for once. Now I just have to sustain that. I took a class the other day for the first time in a year and a half and I died. So yeah. Gotta...work up my fitness. 

Must be something in the air, but my Dad's blocked pretty much every site that I know...which is a lot. Facebook, MSN, Blogger, Tumblr, Youtube...and heaps more. So, I'll either be at Wordpress or blogging without gifs.

In the meantime, the only chat I can use is my cBox thing on my blog :P go there, I'll check pretty much everyday.

A la Prochaine.

This was from a while ago but I forgot to post it :P

Aunt: -sorting out clothes- is this shirt Eric's?
Me: Haha no, it's actually mine :D
Inside me: JUST BECAUSE IT HAS DOMO STUCK ON IT DOESN'T MEAN IT'S MY BROTHER'S











Haha. Anyway. First day back in Australia and there are a couple of things that I need to get used to:
- The heat
- Having a room of my own XD
- Having a bed that is 234886782903478294542 times softer than the one in Taiwan
- Not having a truck come by every 5 minutes and blaring its f***ing horn
- Not having two kids singing their bloody hearts out at 8 in the morning
- No more cheap food
- No more of grandma's food

Still. I think, I HOPE, I can manage. -sniffle-

LOL anyway

stacked up on HEAPS of reaction gifs and pictures. can't wait to use them.

So. The plane ride. It was probably the most frightening. Personally. I say personally because my mum got sick on the plane. I don't want to go into detail but it was actually a really scary incident. We were on a plane, way up in the sky at 2 in the morning and she gets sick.

For someone who has never experienced having someone they love faint before their eyes...it was scary.

On the lighter note, I watched only two movies on the plane: Officer of the year and Sound of Noise.

Officer of the Year was this Korean Comedy/Crime Drama about this officer who is transferred into a base and a rape (or squirt) case rises. He competes with another officer for an "officer of the year" title where the award is 30 billion dollars. The rape case involves both officers and....
yeah I'm shit at writing reviews.

Sound of Noise is Swedish.

Haha. Boom.

Anyway, I'm gonna go...pack my school stuff...

A la Prochaine

*IMPORTANT* SOPA article (just forget about the first bit)

Been a while no?
So much shit has been going on lately: fucking racism; that ship that went down recently:

2012: more like the end of the era, not the world.

On a much lighter side: a bunch of us went down to KenTing for the night XD
I pretty much stayed at the pool tables for the whole time. There was a gym right next to it but they said only people 18+ could use weights
















so that sucked pretty bad. but other than that, the pool was amaaazing. Since it was 130cm deep, stopping halfway was pretty easy~


SO...

Some of you might've heard about some of this SOPA shit.

It's pretty much the US Government vs Anonymous...mainly.  Obviously, there are a SHIT LOAD of other people protesting about it. MegaUpload was recently taken down. This was taken as the first step toward the WWW: World War Web. As a result, Anonymous went over to fbi.gov and "knocked it offline". Shit, now we have to cite everything or else we'll get jailed o.o

Oh and Mark Zuckerberg tweeted for the first time since 2009. For the anti-SOPA kinda thing. The Oatmeal, Cyanide and Happiness, Wikipedia, Reddit, and probably a whole bunch of others blacked out their websites for a protest against SOPA.

Here are some links:
http://www.neowin.net/news/sopa-supporters-list-updated-godaddy-not-included (list)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_Online_Piracy_Act (information)
http://theoatmeal.com/sopa (gif + tips)
http://explosm.net/sopa.html (info + tips)
http://www.themarysue.com/censorship-bills-protect-ip/ (info + video)

So here's a tip:
- Go learn about what the fuck's going on
- Raise awareness everywhere you can (call your friends, contact them over facebook, talk about it in school)

and

do what The Oatmeal says: Pirate the shit out of the gif.

Simply singing a pop song can get you 5 years in jail: this is a year more than Michael Jackson's Doctor. A video was taken down just for the use of it's music in the background.

Do what you can. Spread the word. Pray to God if you need to. Make a group if you want to. Go tell your local representatives about it. LEARN ABOUT IT. Don't let them take away what they don't even understand.

A la Prochaine.

They are Anonymous. They are Legion. They do not forgive. They do not forget. Expect them.

It's been a pretty dull few days but I managed to learn drums pretty quickly so that was an up XD Oh and this is the second year in a row where I've met a French person and spoken to him/her in fluent French :P

Dad and Nic's family and Jade are going back to Australia tomorrow which leaves me, Eric and my mum...here. In a way, I kinda want to go back, but in another way I want to stay here. 

Stay: 

 - I want to visit my cousin's school again

 -  FOOD

 -  I haven't been to any might markets in the month that I've been here

 - Plus,  everything's cheaper here.

Go:

 - The heat, the beach, the aircon

 - More friends

 - More familiarity

 - I can rearrange my room again

That's just being general but still, it's not too bad, rationalising things. 

If I were to make my blog my temporary diary, I could probably be writing at least 1000 words per blog post. And I might be scaring off how few followers/blogstalkers that I have.

I need more exercise D: I've been lounging around for waaay too long. My aunty keeps telling me to go skip rope and I said i would but...no. 

Having now stocked up on my memes, i think i'm just gonna stop here and make some new posts later :P

A la Prochaine.

I haven't been able make a proper post in a while due to lack of a computer and 1349841648 gifs/reaction memes. But right now, I just have to deal with internet explorer and no gifs.

Or reaction memes.
-sob-

I'm not sure if I said this already, but I've already signed 40+ photos for my cousin's class and two textbooks~ One of the girls were brave enough to write on my wall the she was a "big fan". You don't get that a lot in Australia :D something new, I guess. adfka;sdkfjla  I love their school though, their running track is red dirt, and the oval is massive. Their school canteen sells FULL MEALS for under 5AUD.

Anyhoo, I've been sitting in this computer room for over an hour just...not knowing what to do aside from blogging, going on facebook and...yeah that's about it. I can't actually upload any pictures seeing as this is a school computer and I don't want to, well, vandalise it with my...stuffs. TBH it's boring the shit out of me.

Oh and when I get back to Australia, you're gonna have to visit my Wordpress instead because my dad blocked blogger back there T^T But here's the link: whereistheotherwordpress.wordpress.com

yeah...that (awkward?) moment when you realise how f**king hot one of your primary school friends became...
Sorry, that was an in the moment kind of thing.

Well, I think I'm gonna get outta here...finally.

A la Prochaine~

"I wanna be drunk when I wake up. On the right side of the wrong bed."

310

They began just as he was driving up the hill, lighting up the sky as if it were day time. Finally, the New Year. New life, new friends, new classes. Generally a new start all together. Fireworks. He never really liked them. He wasn't scared of them, no. They just reminded him of...things. The last time he was seeing the fireworks was back at home, at some kind of festival. He was meant to meet up with her but things didn't work out. She left the place before he got there and he ended up watching the fireworks by himself. He recorded it and planned on showing it to her later. He never did.

Now, almost half a year later, it was New Years and the fireworks seemed more like colourful gunfire than festive explosions.

Memories began to flow in along with the emotions that matched them. He was sick of having these flashbacks but his lack of self-control had overthrown him. His stepped on the brakes, causing his head to lurch forward abruptly. Looking in the rear-view mirror, he noticed some blood already beginning to spurt out. His knuckles had gone ghastly white and his teeth began to grind, holding back the urge to scream in agony.

As he reached the highway, he gradually increased his speed:
100...
150...
220...
310...

Lights. Screeching tires. Noise. Lots of noise. Flashes of memories.

Then...

Nothing.

Just updating~

WOW it's been a while

I haven't been able to blog in aages because of the holidays and lack of internet.

and privacy.

But anyway. To recap, I went to Korea with my family for 5 FREEZING days. we saw the snow, we went skiing, and i got 4 types of burns in one day: Ice burn,  wind burn, sun burn and I burnt my tongue so that counts too.

Christmas wasn't all that...amazing as it "should have been".

BUT i managed to get a little famous among my cousin's class.

I managed to advertise my facebook to two 40-student classes, become what Mac Iwano was at our school, and...that's pretty much it. If you don't know who Mac Iwano is, he was this pretty good looking Half American Half Japanese guy who plays guitar, has a slight lisp and came to our school as a part of a school trip.

Ok so, i'm not good looking, i'm not a halfie, I do play guitar but not like he does, i don't have a lisp and I didn't go as a school activity. I went just as an experience of a different environment in schools. Needless to say, it's really, REALLY different to MSHS.

So there's the buildings: tall, 4 storey buildings are the norm in that school.
They have a 9 hour school day + tutoring after school
They have a friendlier relationship with the teachers. They can call up the teacher when they're out having lunch and ask them to come with, they can tackle the teachers, make fun of them, and call them up just for a chat. I was surprised they even had the teachers' numbers.
They can wear whatever shoes they want (as long as they're white)
They can bring their phones, iPods into class
They can wear jewellery .
For girls, they don't need their hair tied back.

I could go on, but...that would be boring...like me. But you get my point: it's different.

Oh, and corporal punishment is still in action over here.

• Biology Teacher: So the sperm is surrounded with glucose
• student: you mean semen is like sugar?
• Biology Teacher: yeah basically
• Other student: doesn't taste like..
• Biology Teacher:
• Other student:
• student:
• Biology Teacher:
• Other student:
• student:
• Other student: whoops

Excerpts from my diary and iPod

Diary:
28 December 2011
I'm not quite sure if I should recap on the last week and a half. I don't know how to put it. I want to but I don't know how to put it.
I think I forgot to mention the I now have two k-pop CDs: BigBang and Girl's Generation. Maybe I have but not here (mentioning) I have this little notebook as an on-the-run kind of thing.

I remember around this time (last year), I wrote in my old diary. But the style was heaps different.

iPod:
27 December 2011 1:28PM
Driving in Taiwan
Suddenly turns into hidden road

Holy shit there was a road there?!

26 December 2011 3:39PM
My little cousin wanted some ice cream but his mum kept saying no.

He went over to my mum and said: "I want to have ice cream"

That was his first English phrase spoken to my mum :P

Bitch knows how to get his ice cream.


Ok so I've just noticed i have 69 notes on my iPod ;D

I'm gonna have to stop there because my cousin needs to do his homework but I'll actually recap on the last two weeks next time :P

since there wasn't much in this post, i decided to entertain you with this puppy, bitches love puppies:

Meet Archo :3

A la Prochaine

PARLEZ-VOUS FRANÇAIS?

Gahhh Il fait trop ennuyeux maintenant. Il n’y a pas personnes qui vont blog. J’avais regard les autres blogs. Pfft, pas intéressant, pas intéressant, celui-ci est plein de merde… Quoi que les images, les choses importants ? Mais il y a des blogs qui ça va. Ils sont les blogs comme le Frogman, mon blog (:P), le blog de Alex est très cool.

Bah, oui, il y a un post de David Chapelle. Voilà le post de sur Twitter : 

 

Au debut, c'est mon réaction:

Mais c'est vraie non? Il y a des petits enfants qui sont en rage parce que ses iPhone ont arrêtés de fonction ou parce que l’internet est un petit plus lent que la dernière fois. ATTENDEZ UNE MINUTE. L’internet, il va tout le chemin jusqu’un satellite et puis il va retour. S’il te plait, combien d’années est-ce que tu vas prend pour aller à un satellite et puis retour ?

Hmph.

C’est mon première poste (presque) complètement en Français XD. Je veux écrire plus de ces postes.

Oui, ça suffit, je pense.

A la prochaine.

Elle me dit, qu’elle voudrait voir la mer

D’autres pays, un bonheur ordinaire.

at first i was like

now i'm like

yeah so i'm looking for references to mainly the number 3, 4 and 9. I mean i've got quite a few things like dates n stuff but i still need more work sans the help of the internet...although it gave me a kickstart.

so yeah

hahaha. woot.

A la Prochaine

rage

EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME.

i see a picture or photoset from 9GAG on some shitty photoblip or crazyhumour or dailyhumour or some random shit like that

yeah

A la Prochaine

94

He had no idea what to do, what to think. He thought by now, he'd be well away from thinking about her, from missing her. Let alone burning all the letters and notes and throwing away all those presents that she had given him. It didn't seem like he was even close. It was a rainy day. Dull, grey clouds filled the sky as it continued to rain endlessly. Coming down the stairs, he switched the lights on. Everyone seemed to have already left the house: he was the only one home. A couple of ideas popped into his head: blasting music, movies, piano, sleep or spend the rest of the day staring at the computer screen. Instead, he grabbed his diary and started writing down any thoughts that came up in his head. At his desk, he turned the computer on, started some music and went back to scrawling in his diary. Most of his thoughts were about her, some thoughts were about the upcoming overseas trip, recollections of memories and other thoughts included trying to figure out why people suddenly started talking to each other and vice versa. His mind switched over to a particular person. He considered this person a little shady, perhaps a little double-faced but in a relationship nonetheless. This person wasn't easy to figure out, this person told him that they were "best buddies" and that this person would "never bring each other down". Then, he believed this person but now… he wasn't so sure.

Having suffered depression, he sat at his desk just writing his thoughts madly onto his diary. Some were excerpts from the notes on his iPod: he wrote letters to people, diary entries, rants and rages, and 'inspirational' quotes in it. "Hold it like a baby bird, tight enough so that it won't fly away, but loose enough so that you don't kill it" was one he had always liked.

Now his hands were cold and shaking. He put his hand to his forehead and realised he was sweating. He stood up and paced his way over to the shower.  As he stood facing the shower head with the water washing over his face, he reached for the body wash to just…cool him off. As he applied to himself, the scent wafted over and, as he inhaled, memories began to flow back, no, they flooded back like a tidal wave and crashed his senses almost knocking him over. For a moment, he just stood there, dazed with the water still running. Now, he was a boy who found it almost impossible to cry from sadness, only from anger. But now, this overwhelmed him and soon he found himself knelt on the ground, crying.

This was, for, sure, a first.

 

After he dressed himself, he returned to his desk, wrote down the time he finished his diary entry and closed it. The knife. The knife was just sitting there, within an arm's length. His mind was going insane, it had been months since he had last slit his wrist. Sometimes, his scars would sting suddenly for no reason. He reached over for the knife. A Stanley knife, quick and clean. Sometimes he would accidentally cut too deep and it would bleed for a while but he managed to fix himself up with stiches and bandages. His fingers were only a centimeter away from the knife and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to do this.

Press. Slide.

94.

I'll have to re-edit that last one -___-

Not. AGAIN.

right when i was halfway through a post, the internet was cut off (by my dad)

In the middle.

of a 

god.

damn.

mother.

fucking.

post.

fuck.

Unfortunately, having the life i don't have, I've been on the computer for pretty much the whole day

Fortunately, my AWESOME friend, Alex, introduced me to this Flight of the Frenchies trailer.

I cannot stress how freaking adjfkl;djshbdgvjfdsak;fajvdkjl;gvjfdaksl it is.

naahh it's not much. not like someone's standing on a piece of string that's tighter than a g-string (thinner than one so to speak) on the top of a fucking cliff.

not at all.

here's the video

Anyway, i'll get back to this later, my diary's feeling a little lonely.

A la Prochaine

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do.

He sat up on his couch hands clenched together looking around his room. The smell of deodorant and unwashed clothes lingered in the air. As he gazed upon the timber floor, he spotted dots spattered in small groups. As he looked closer, the dots appeared red: blood. He hadn’t seen much of it recently but wasn’t shocked to see it. These were the traces of his hatred toward many things, himself included. He stood up a little too quickly and felt a bit dazed for a moment and headed clumsily toward his desk where he withdrew a pen and a notebook from his drawer. Though his mind was cluttered still with numbers and thoughts and memories, he placed his pencil upon paper and began drawing. He had no idea what he was drawing, in fact he never knew what he was drawing unless someone had given him a specific something to draw. As he leaned back to look at what had become of the blank piece of paper, he had found a feather sketched onto it. The upper part of the feather had a minor separation of the feather hairs while the lower part of the feather had been “split” into three sections. It was rather small but nonetheless detailed. He folded it up into a small rectangle, small enough to fit into a purse or a wallet perhaps.

He always found the sound of music combined with the sound of rain incredibly relaxing. Classical, Chopin, Bach, Debussy, especially Beethoven. There were some modern composers such as Yann Tierson or Kyle Landry but modern classical music is harder to find now than then. He browsed through his collection of CDs and selected a one at random. Bossa Nova music. He slipped it into the player and stood up, going for the bed. But as he stood up, he looked once more at the feather and found it a little white space. He pondered for a while and scribbled something in.

As he lay on his bed, he dropped the feather onto his bedside table and began drift off into a sleep full of thoughts and yet his sleep was full. Like his feather, his thoughts - in his sleep - began to...

...float away.

so i'm not the only one who got a trolling anon in my ask box

logged onto blogger and saw it on my dash.

11 DAYS TO GO TILL I GO TO TAIWAN

Me n Eric have pretty much figured out what we're gonna be wearing for most of the time. 

I'm probably gonna be at the local primary school for most of the time~ got some old friends there :D

wait.

11 page views alredi?

A la Prochaine

I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner, in the pouring rain

who looks at blogs at 7 in the morning anyway?

we're on holidays man = =" get some sleeeep

Gotta clean up for the party this weekend so...

all i need now is just some LOUD ASS MUSIC

sans the hats.

:P

A la Prochaine

"Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than to try hurt yourself putting it back together."

talking to gr9 under people.

"So next week, me n a couple of friends are gonna go watch a movie. You wanna come wi-- oh wait."

"You have school."

Things I love about Summer:

- The heat

- The feeling you get when you walk into an air-conditioned room

- Summer storms

- When it rains at night

- Sunrise: 3:30am and sunset: 7:15

- Walk around without a shirt on for the whole day

- Lazy Mornings

- The Beach

- Just...Summer in general :D

So I'll be off to Taiwan in about 2 weeks. Funny 'cause i get to Taiwan and then I leave for Seoul the next day ._.

huh.

We're only there for 4 days so...gotta fit all my shopping, sightseeing, skiing and star stalking all in that time so...

any requests for anything? i'm pretty sure 1AUD is equal to...1160.30953KRW (Korean Won) so i should be able to buy like a...cap or something idunno just ask and i'll see :P

SO. I reblogged a post saying that anyone could give me a name and i would tell them a story about something between us.

The first one was Laura, then came Lola = =" and then some troll decided to throw in Cathy...

hmph.

I won't completely ignore it but i think i might write some 2 paragraphs on each person anyway.

this guy: 

http://grooveshark.com/s/While+My+Guiter+Gently+Weeps/3AtTRi?src=5

Is my hero :P

A la Prochaine

It's love, not Santa Claus

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL

 So there's this special bowl of...stuff with a dead octopus in it...but it moves...

o_O

yeah...

i dunno if i'd touch that..aside from the fact that i'm allergic to them anyway...

i watched Titanic today~

...

almost anyway

 When that...fucking...whatshisface rich little scumbag sonofabitch cheats his life and still thinks he even has a chance on getting Rose back:

then i realised the whole thing was filmed in a small plastic tub

must.watch.more.movies

Southbank 2mrl so i should have something to blog about then.

But for now

A la Prochaine

"Hello Notebook. Sorry I've been avoiding you. It's been a rough few months.

Also nothing fucking new to report."

Numbers

Holidays had only just started. It wasn't too bad, seeing as he was the only one at home half the time. Some of his friends had gone overseas, most stayed home. As far as he knew, most of his friends were probably out watching movies, going to the City, shopping, out camping or God knows what else. He didn't know what to do, really. He had a concert the coming weekend and was about to go over seas in less than a month.

The weather now was a little moody, not unlike himself: often it would rain then suddenly an outburst of sunlight would shine through the next moment. As he sat, head-down, in front of his piano, the clouds thickened and it began rumbling. With a sigh, he opened up the upright and rested his hands on the ivory keys. Since then, he had this song stubbornly stuck in his head. As he played, thoughts, memories, scents came flooding through his mind. Numbers, dates were most common: 11, 4, 27, 2, 6.

Strangely enough, these numbers had been popping up everywhere: on the sidewalk, on serial numbers, every time he checked his watch, these numbers would appear.

Or perhaps he was just becoming more aware of them.

Or maybe he was just going mad.

Or both.

Never.

Again.

Never fucking ever. Am I ever gonna watch that again.

If your mind is still pure and innocent, don't, just don't, watch the Inbetweeners.

I swear to God I think I'm gonna be having nightmares tonight. Aaaand so will everyone else who watched that movie.

So my new "favourite" website is now grooveshark.com

free music to listen to :P and it allows replays so that's pretty cool.

but i haven't tried any kpop songs yet :/

i'll do that 2mrl

but yeah being home alone for once in a while is good: no one to tell you what to do~

just kinda have the music on blast for the whole day XD

funny because...when there are d&ms going on, i kinda sit on the side and listen to other people share...interesting things...

A la Prochaine

Rummaging for answers in the pages

so... i got some...news

about. stuff

and

it...legit...scares the SHIT outta me

ok so not literally.

So I've been "obsessing" over (500) Days of Summer recently~ 

i dunno, but i think it's a great movie and you should all watch it. so yeah. that's just...my opinion :P

It's been rough for the last 3 days but it was one HELL OF A WAY to kick off the holidays XD

Maeji invited ALL the Frenchies for a party at his place so almost all of us were there. Alex, Aaron, Josh, Josh, Josh, Andrew, Marc, Me and...i don't think Richard made it. But those were the guys~

In the girls' section...i dunno i think almost all of them came...so: Lana, Louise, Sarah, Gina, Ella, Lola, Rhiannon, Anugrah, Laura, Emily, Marsha, I'm not sure if Holly came... but ummm...that was about it.

Alex, Aaron, Josh, Josh, Marc and Me stayed for the night along with Louise, Gina, Ella, Lola and Sarah. We didn't sleep til around...3-ish? I dunno, but most of the time, we had little groups having D&M conversations. Mostly in groups of 3.It was good~ interesting to hear some...things.

Anyway, I need to get back to watching some MENTALIST XD

A la Prochaine

What does the even mean? "Love."

LAST FRENCH IMMERSION CLASS TODAY

everyone was like: 

and all the guys were just kinda getting mauled with hugs~

so yeah it's the last day which means getting up at midday everyday from now on XD 

movies, Mentalist marathons ak;dfjklfa;gjfkadl;jadkls;gjfkld;a 

ALL of this while everyone is at work/school kekekke :P

today for the form class picnic, we ordered 9 boxes of pizza and i probably ate at least one WHOLE pizza

and it was guuudd. 

aww shucks. i'm gonna be out of the country for a while. I MISS THE SUMMER WEATHER

i wanna go to the beachbeachbeachbeachbeachbeachsjk;fjdksal;ghfdka jdla;

you know this gif?

yeah i just figured out which movie it was from :D

(500) days of Summer

IT'S SUCH. A GOOD. MOVIE.

or maybe i have a weird taste in movies, i dunno, i loved it. i'm probably gonna watch it again.

that should do for now anyway

A la Prochaine.

French Immersion Class of 2011~

The Second Last Day.

Thursdays. He always had a thing for Thursdays. Maybe it was all those events that happened: always on Thursdays. Or maybe it was the second last day of school that made it so...eventful. People normally skipped the last day of school. Some people stayed like the "good kids" or the people who had nothing else to do at home anyway. You could say he was kinda both.

Sometimes he'd curse under his breath. Sometimes to God, sometimes just to himself. Mostly because of how nostalgic he was, always looking back on missed opportunities or opportunities gone wrong. Now, he looked at Thursday, last year. The second day of school last year. It was a first for a few things. It was the first time he hugged her. The first time he touched her hand. The first time he looked into her eyes for longer than 5 seconds.

He didn't know much then. He wasn't as 'wise' as he was now. He chuckled to himself at the thought: how foolish he was, how silly. He remembered telling himself (going back 5 years) he would never fall in love until he was 18.

Ha.

There goes that thought.

Now, he was much less innocent. Much more mature. Bags started forming under his eyes. He started some things that he never thought he would. Some things he swore he wouldn't do. He'd never drink coffee until he got to Uni. He'd never get home later than 11:00 at night. He'd never scream at his parents. He'd never swear at his parents. He'd never do this. He'd never do that. But now, five years later, everything changed. The things he swore he'd never do, he ended up doing. Quite happily at that.

Second last days. Something always happened.

Second last day. It was the first time he hugged her, touched her hand, looked at her for more than five seconds.

Second last day. He swore he'd never have coffee. He swore he'd never do this. He'd never do that.

He swore

he would never

hurt

himself.

YOYOYO

THREE FUCKING DAYS LEFT.

You know what i love about next year? I'm not doing ANY sciences XD not doing maths C and the hardest things i'm gonna be doing is probably ITN and that's not even that hard. 

I remember when I was in grade 7 and some guy handed me what HE thought was a poem

yeah, i read it...briefly

obviously that's not what i actually said

Aaanyway. I gotta go do some BIOOOLOGY.

fuck.

A la Prochaine 

Jealousy

He clambered his way up the stairs. It seemed almost impossible to do his Biology assignment (which was due the next day) let alone turn on the aircon. He lay sprawled on his bed with the picture still grasped in his hand. He glanced at it and sighed. All those moments, those times where he could have, he should have, done something. But he didn't. He simply didn't know what to do. He could have told her how he felt, He could have told her something more reassuring, something to comfort her. But what did he do? He told her the hurtful truth of everything. How everything was just an illusion given to us, fed to us through the media. "He isn't as tall as he looks" He's actually a really weird guy" "He can't actually sing"

But of course, he couldn't have known or realised why he had said these things but now he knew. The jealousy of listening to her go on endlessly about these "amazing" people, which they were, it just made him feel tiny. It made him feel like a speck in her eyes. What else could he do? He was jealous. He should just have agreed with her, started talking about them with her.

Less than a minute passed as these thoughts flew by in his over-loaded head. His parents told him he thought too much but he didn't care. He washed it all away with a glide of a knife accompanied with the nostalgic music he listened to. After all, it was almost the end of the school year. He had time. Time to think about things, look over things he overlooked. He had always thought about "making a fresh start".

I walked a mile with Pleasure;

She chatted all the way;

but she left me none the wiser 

for all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow; 

And ne'er a word said she; 

But, Oh! The things I learned from her, 

When Sorrow walked with me 

 

 

Glass

Of course, not everything in his life was black and white, depressing or filled with revenge and anger. He reminded himself, things happened for a reason, not because they hated you, but sometimes that was a valid reason too. He had his times, those times where he would never forget, those times where you know that this is the moment that I can remember in 10 years time, this is the moment I can say that I've been there, done that. Sometimes he had to remind himself in those dark times how lucky he was just too be alive. That he had a house to live in. That he had food to eat. All these things. In  his perception of the strange world around him, the meaning of life wasn't to be happy. In fact, he wasn't even sure what life meant to him. He had a girl once. He said that she meant the world to him, he loved her more than life. He said that she was what "kept him alive". But things...changed, minds made up, people moved on. His 'life' slipped from his grasp slowly. But there are some things that just...never really leave you. Everything will leave a trace. Like a sheet of glass and its handlers. They leave fingerprints. Some people leave scratches or dents in the glass. There are those people who repair and polish the glass. Even if they have to use metal wool to buff the glass.

His sheet of glass had been close to the edge of cracking in two. He made it through. Ever since he was a child he had held through the hard times. He could pursue, but he knew to pull out. He could hold on tight  to a thought but he had trouble getting over things. Even now. As he reached his front door, he was constantly reminded. He wasn't sure if things were appearing or he was becoming more aware. Numbers, dates, simple sentences that reminded him. The picture was another one, only more effective.

As he stepped into his house, he threw his bag down and fell onto his couch, exhausted. A billion thoughts racing through his mind but there was one thought, a name, that stuck and just didn't leave.

Her name.

There are the people who go further than just a scratch. Further than a crack in the glass. There are people who will go that extra mile to break you. They will try to push you, bend you, drill into you until you can't bear it any longer. Those are the times where you need to be, you must be, strong and don't let them break you. 


Don't. Give. Up.

Disappointment

He walked, leather school shoes dragging along the rough tarmac on his way home. It'd been a rough week: exams, assignments, arguments, issues...it seemed to make his head throb. But it wasn't these things that made him walk like he did. Recent events had wearied him. Pain. Sorrow. The smile he normally wore was wiped off of his face, the glimmering eyes were replaced with eyes that seemed to rain inside. Countless times he had resorted to self-harm, several more he had spent thinking about his death. But now, as he drew nearer to the local basketball court, something just out the corner of his eye flickered. Curious, he walked over, stumbling on the uneven pavement. He gasped as he bent down to pick it up. Pictures. Pictures of the couple, perhaps, four or five months ago. What the hell is this doing here? He thought. It'd been at least two months ago since he threw it out but now it was here, in his hands. He mustn't have know why or how, but he began crying. Not a wailing cry out loud but more of a silent, tear-less cry.

4:30 in the afternoon

Beach weather

HALLO

I SWEAR TO GOD i really need to get to the beach before i go back to Taiwan. mustmustmustmust. i don't care if takes 3 fucking hours to get there but it's sure gonna be worth it~ aaaand i'm gonna go city, arcade, pool, go watch a movie.....

i wish i could just stick my head under a tap and just

farrk 

Downside: i have an exam in every period 2mrl 

upside: it leaves me with just 3 exams left next week (i don't include french exams)

i don't see the thrill in playing online games. WOW, LOL, HON, WTF MAN. Regard le temps tu perd~ haha staying up all night. Killing your eyes. Man, you're gonna be wearing glasses by next year. 

i dunno man, i'm just sayin' :P

i think...i like korean dramas more than chinese/taiwanese. I mean they're both good but...korean dramas are funnier :D whatsit, "full house" or something. 

Elle me dit, ecrire un chanson content

pas un chanson depriment

ecrire un chanson que tous le monde aime~

XD

that song's been in my head for the last week

do NOT want to study~

A la Prochaine~

Fuck Facebook, seriously. :P

getting in trouble? worth it :P

XD

so. fucking, james in year 12, decides to throw around his AWESOME V.2 ARTIFICE CARDS and just, not give a fuck. he leaves 5 mins later and Mr colledge sees me with a bunch of cards in my hands (MY OWN cards) and bluntly tells me to pick the cards up.  = =" 

SCORE

24 V2 Artifice cards :P

 

not a fuck was given.

again. i did nothing productive today

A la Prochaine

Feeling like the Lazy College Senior~