2012 New Year’s Resolution

I’ve never done anything like this so I guess I want to give it a go and see by the end of this year I would succeed these or not!

1. Sleep early around 23:00 – 1:30
2. Read at least 15 pages of each subject a day. This will total up to 75 pages.
3. Learn all the Kanjis taught.
4. Reduce time of using phone in class.
5. Write at least two stories.
6. Write my own theme song.
7. Finish at least 20 books this year.
8. Get my reading speed to around 800 wpm. (http://www.spreeder.com/app.php)
9. See SNSD in a concert.
10. Fix my computer with new ram and graphics card.

I think I’ll add some more hahaha.

How do they do it?

It’s been bugging my mind since I was a kid. What was the purpose of life, honestly, what the hell is it? Of course, you can’t answer it yet; since, I guess this isn’t a kind of thing that could be answered with words, but rather a context of many things bounded together.

Big ultimate things come from small temporary things that give you experience and know-how. So I guess you can’t call something a ‘life-long goal’ but rather ‘Goals that takes your whole life to do’. There are also some goals I want to know how and what to do to achieve. These goals for me come in a series of annoyance of many things that happens in a day. For example, I see people not co-operating and that bothers the fuck out of me. Like if you do something, and another group of people do something that lacks that man power… why don’t you help out? Why do you stay outside? Why do you work for yourself? For power? For popularity? For money? For WHAT? Self-satisfaction. Go ahead, answer it.

It’s a Mulan!

I think you guys remember me rambling on about SNSD Mulan version sometime ago when Yuri decided to look stunning and Taeyeon decided to look Chinese. This is like kind of the intro to it? Probably would be edited more but yeah, for anyone who wants a sneak peak.

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Taeyeon doesn’t have a thing against watching movies, she loves them, (contary to an in denial Yuri who kept on wailing ‘I did not slept through mother!’). However, with Tiffany constantly complimenting the male lead,  she wanted to punch someone.

Is it legal to run around with a pencil enriched in blood?

A typical person’s answer would be to say NOOOOO because you must’ve done something wrong to have blood on a such stationary object! However, to be frank, there’s nothing wrong with having a pencil soaked in blood while you run around.

The blood could’ve been from an old injury which didn’t do. Thus, the moral of this story is that do not judge by what you see, but trace your fucking ass back to the beginning of the story, to the roots, and to the origins.

Capiche?

Now if you would excuse me, I have to find a pencil right now.

Microshit Word

My paper credit!!!!!

So this morning I woke up hoping I’ll come to school early to print out study notes I found online. (God bless google). All went well as the first steps are achieved without me transforming into a hulk and wrecking through rooms with a coffee mug.

However! Microsoft word decided to shit itself without even asking my permission. You asshole. As you guys know, Microsoft word has this function where corrections of another user can be showed with a red ink through the ‘review’ function. Unfortunately, the function decides to start itself (without asking me, so rude) on my longest study notes file making the amount of printed stuff that came out so much I might just go into a tropical forest and start hacking trees with Taecyeon’s teeth to prove my point.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW how many pages I printed out but the pile is thick and heavy hearted )’: I crey many tears for the fallen trees that has accidentally succumb to such idiotic function. Windows, why do you do nothing good. The built in IE even sucks!! Also my fucking paper credit! Shit people, I’m always stingy enough not to pay for paper credit for every semester.

They give us a cute quota for us to run our muscular blogger fingers through so we won’t pay. And this shit is making my quota short live!

MY MANE WILL AVENGE THIS!

FOR SPARTAAAA!!!!!!

Home

“One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time, in others’ minds.”
- Alfred Kazin

So I was browsing through tumblr today after I finished my studying session and I found this quote and then I thought, it’s true. Many, many, authors have actually established a home inside my head and it all feel so cozy. You know those feelings where you just want to be apart of another person experience, not directly, but have that space in their heart also? It’s like having another friend, a kind you might not talk to but you can relate… writing does that. 

Since from the start, the reason I write was because it allows me to connect with other people without going through the trouble of stumbling on words. As a kid I have trouble with socializing… not those kind of depressing kid type but the type where I have nothing to talk to that person about and I was extremely shy.

So shy I think my parent’s leg is a very cool place to bury my face into.

Hmm… I think I even destroyed their trousers because of that… but then that’s another story because my mane could only give out a small amount of epicness at a time. I don’t want to overload anyone, my mane is a nice thing.

Okay where was I? Oh yeah, writing allows me to express, create, widen my imagination so much it’s making me high all the time. I’m kidding, but you get what I mean right? Well, all that said, it’s just the bottom layer of the reason iceberg. I actually started writing because I think I can make people happy by being funny… (in a way my humor was so shitty in real life the sica-effect occurs, it still does… but less now). It makes me comfortable when people laugh with me like we’re watching a funny movie on a sofa together huhuhu

I mean really, writing kinda creates a home for me I guess. A warm one where I can rest in whenever I’m tired. :’)

Oh shit, my mane is jealous.

Awkward Hours

So I think I have just finished my English homework (?). Question mark because I only finished around 5 parts of it and I will complete the rest when I’m at school and growling over how less sleep I’ve been having these past weeks due to my lack of time zone awareness and shittiness of internet.

It would have been easier for me to finish my English homework if my sheets WERE actually returned to me ON Saturday that had just passed. APPARENTLY, my dearly beloved friend who FOUND my sheets in front of the examination room (I have left them there and I didn’t know) didn’t show up at the workshop class on Saturday; thus, it leaves me sheet-less and intelligent-less and possible-less to do my homework on a neatly organized platform. However, that’s okay, I think I’ll be able to finish it on time.

Right now it’s 2:00AM and dear lord someone kick me to bed please, but before that let’s look at something I wrote today. It could be said that during exams time I have urges to do weird things I actually don’t do a lot now. Something like caring my hair or playing piano or actually come up with some writing. Here’s an awkward excerpt for people who are Yuri-biased.

Yuri as in the member of SNSD not Yuri as in the genre… but then the pun in itself extends to what I write so… it’s late bare with me.

HERE:

There are times where Yuri fantasized about herself being in a situation, albeit the images look so wrong in her head. The things she thought of was extremely fallacious; suffice to say, the dreams perfect definition would be orientation malfunctioning. And in those little fantasies, there would be girls, a harem full of them, dressed in fluffy white dresses, fluffy and bitchy shorts with exposed abs and thighs, softy yummy thighs, low cut necks, and tight, tight asses swaying in front of her face.

Oh god asses.

But the thought of having real girls in front of her never really occurred actually occurred. Not even once! She knew she was in a group. Okay, point established. A group full of girls, including her; nine innocent (Yuri felt like doubting the adjective though) girls who belonged to the famous Girls’ Generation. Oh god who say these girls were adequate?

Well one of them isn’t, goddamn it Kwon Yuri stop dishing yourself!

Okay, so, let’s list it out, most of them were adequate, Yoona, Seohyun, Hyoyeon, Sooyoung and Sunny are… of course they are, Yuri shook her head as she saw her fellow members danced to their comeback songs. Those five were always innocent, so bloody innocent they wear damning the short skirts to hell because the clothing was on them.

Yuri even wondered sometimes what it would feel like if she had her hands under it, touching them, she wanted to hear whimpers and cries, oh god she want someone to fucking moan her name.

“Yuri-ah what are you doing?”

Yuri jerked and retreat her hands away from her own thighs which she was pressing on for past hour.

“Massaging my thighs.” She excused sheepishly, good thing Tiffany was gullible and the American believed her.

“Really? Poor you.” Tiffany looked sympathetically (not really) at Yuri and her sparkling leather pants. “Do you want me to massage you?”

The girl sat down and brushed her bangs away, her eyes bearing a foxy look, she leaned over began poking on the soar spots. Yuri flinched at the feathery touches. And Tiffany, who was ever too helpful (oh yes Yuri do remembered last time the girl offered to help prepare food in the kitchen; the room just burned down.) did nothing to alleiviate her pain at all.

“Uh…” Yuri groaned, “I think I’ll pass this first, I’m going up for a photoshoot next and a time massage would make me late.”

Tiffany nodded sadly but her devillish hands remained Yuri’s leather covered thighs.

“You know Yuri.” Tiffany said and shifted her body closer to the tanned figure, she moved her adjusted her shorts and crossed her legs.

Oh fuck god that was sensual.

“My friends once taught me how to massage,” Tiffany chirped. “You’ll miss the chance to feel my skills if you leave early, plus you need rest.”

“I know, oh I need rest… or maybe a vacation-”

Image flashes, girls in white dresses, tight asses dancing in front of her face.

“Yeah something like that…” Yuri chuckled, unaware that she was guiding Tiffany’s hand back to her thighs.

“Like what Yuri?” The girl echoed, engaged.

Yuri realized what was going on.

“Like- wait, what… YOUR HANDS?!”

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And no, Yuri doesn’t have a mane.

Study, Study, Study!

I think so far this half semester I have really done very well in terms of learning and gaining new knowledge about business stuff… that I have learnt during highschool. Oh look, IGCSE courses are now finally paying out. I wonder if I took IB, would it be even better? The answer? Yes, but then that’s another story and I would like to talk about it another time.

So this semester I have a total of six subjects:

• Business Report Writing
• Japanese I
• Management Organization
• Principle of Marketing
• Business Economics
• Economics II

I actually am not struggling with these subject, surprisingly it’s quite a laid back semester I guess. The only problem I have here is with the economics II, business economics is still okay as long as I get along with the problems in the text book, which I have not yet even looked through in all seriousness. I think I really lack in mathematics now that I have not used it for a longtime let alone calculus I and II.

I think I should stop playing with my phone in class and pay attention more but then I would find another thing to distract myself with. But really, that isn’t any better lmfao. If I don’t play with my phone my friend would constantly coax me into trying to elaborate on the subjects the teacher is lecturing about but then I clearly can’t because I do not possess such explanation skills, his dull brain always seems to forget that fact. Drat it.

I think I really need to cut down the playing time, with subjects I’m struggling and those with not, well, I guess I have to cut down that too or else I’ll be using too much of school’s electrical facility that they provide us. Not like people listen in class anyways.

Currently, I have finished principle of marketing reading big blob of like huge text, japanese I, report writing, and management organization. With a week left I will brush all what I read up with brain storm studying/ Q&A session (shizz are the only ways I can study well, I don’t even know why).
I guess I’m more of a visual/action person.

Like how my mane always elegantly flow with the wind.

Visas

So I was filling out Visas for my parents and a question came up asking: are you associated with any terrorists group.

Well yes, I certainly am, and I will make sure to click the ‘Yes’ boolean button so that my life would be ultimately harder for travelling across the entire globe using a friggin book dubbed as passport. Passport your ass, it’s fucking pass this shit and i need to give you information of half my life you friggin arseholes.

Another interesting question that fascinates me to no end is: do you have any child dependant? Oh, well, for the love of god my parents is having problems with that. So, as I tweeted earlier, my parents never finalized any marriage papers, thus, there will be no divorce problems.

-_- and I’m like legally parent-less.

How should they answer that? On one side my mom is still a Miss and if she puts down she has a child then hell there will be more questionings right? She hates that, but for her the problem isn’t that terrible. However, for my dear farther, he happens to have two children. One is me and the other is my half brother who is about 11 years older than me.

Herp. Dad and his love life, so he was like: put only one child Sarah. Then I was like, what about brother?!?!?! He just shook his head and laugh with all the joy in his eyes going, “I hate embassy questions.”

Another thing that I find irksome about this Visa issue is that they ask wtf questions… such as… in the last 10 years which country have you travelled to that is not your residence. Oh well fuck you bro, my parents are business people they travel too much to list all their life on, are you the friggin government?!

wait.

they are.

fml.

oh well. Visas are just tedious and overworked, I’m still waiting for the day the actual government improves the system that only allow ID card checking just to go across country… like ID card integrated passport. Because for all we know, the world is a huge chunk of globalization. Government has shit loads of funds and the friggin defense ministry alone, gains so much. Why can’t we improve? We can like, ask Steve Jobs (and the rest of Apple) to help. Or even gather all the smart Steves together into a bundle and let them work on this shit. Seriously government, stop worrying over politics, globalization will gobble you even before you can say “I AM THE PRESIDENT.”

I think that’s what’s gonna happen to our prime minister. ;\

My mane is not impressed.

So how do we wurk it?

Well people, I’ve finally started a wordpress… I’m like reversing the trend or something lmfao. Anyways, this will be my first post not that ass-y thing below this one, which of course is computer generated. I do not, making things clear here, wake up in the morning and scream at the top of my lungs “HELLO WORLD,” oh hell no, I do not do that. That’s just weird and extremely uncomfortable, my parents would scold me and my neighbours would throw plant pots at me.

Actually, when I wake up I scream “HELLO BITCHES,” shit just express me more, you know? I have a lot of swag to share so I guess people like it.

So where was I? Yes, this blog will consists of personal posts and rants about everything and anything. Sometimes, it would even have intuition and my insights on world problems, yuh, raise ya fist if you want to revolutionize and make a difference!

At first I was thinking that wordpress would be my online diary, but I think it wouldn’t last a day, I don’t keep diaries… if I do it’ll last at the maximum of three days then shit will stop. Meh.

I have a magical mane and you should read my blog.