This time to buy Sarah's cosplay. She's doing Gokudera from KHR. In the end we only found a tie and shirt. We found the wrist/arm band thingy but she didn't buy it cos we were unsure whether 15 dollars was worth it. It totally is, we didn't find any other shop selling it. Buuuut our feet were aching and I didn't wanna walk all the way back to the other side of the tent thingy to get it so we went straight to Iluma. Checked out the otaku house wigs and...the prices are crazy stupid. Which is why I'm doing an OC ^^
Restraining myself from clicking anything vaguely related to her because I'm pretty sure I'll break down again and today is a happy day. Happy happy happy~ 5
And I made the candy sushi in class during recess. It was awesome, and the gummi rice was ramune-flavoured <3. The sashimi tasted faintly of grape, but mostly it was just sweet. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would.
Now I have two boxes of Kracie underneath my table. Sushi and Bento. Wondering what to do with them. 1
Been spamming this one song by david guetta. It's relatively unknown but I love the beats.
never said anything about trying to talk to me :/ And yes, I'm not forgoing my other friendships, of course not. That'd be just idiotic. On a side note, apologies to your friends. I was upset. I don't really know them and am in no position to judge. Sorry. Under the 'riot here' tab is a cbox. Feel free to flame.
It wasn't the fact that you privatised the blog, or even that you only invited your friends. Why did you have to lie and tell me it was only open to yourself? That hurt me the most. The fact that you had to lie to me, over a bloody blog. Did you really think that I wouldn't understand? 3 years and you can't just tell me this? I get insecure as well and little things like this build up and it doesn't help.
Yes, you don't try. Besides that one time, when have you actually been the one to text me? Or ask me out at all? I can count on one hand with a finger lopped off how many times that has happened. Then there are those times when I ask but you aren't free. I don't blame you for that, you have homework and projects etc. But then things like the blog incident comes up and it gets me thinking. I'm not finding faults with you, these faults were already fucking there. I've been ignoring them for a bloody long time because I still wanted to think of you as my best friend. But quite evidently, you don't reciprocate that. In which case, screw tolerance.
I say that they're gonna fail because if you treat every single one of them like this when you're not in the same class or school, you can bet your ass they'll fail. It might take 5, 10, maybe 15 years, but they'll fail alright.
And Kelly is a pretty common name, if your friends follow this blog, they'll know who I'm talking about. If some random weirdo pops onto this blog, they still wouldn't know who the hell Kelly is.
And a little fun fact, every single one of these posts? They've been followed by an hour-long crying marathon. Excuse me if I'm just a tad bit more emotional than usual.
Why didn't you deny it? Call me a liar, explain, something, anything?
Hehe, i've decided on my dress for halloween/ AFA. I might not even be going as a cosplay character but in Qi-Lolita style instead!
Please hold on. Call Child Protective services or something, your family situation is not healthy in the least. Verbal abuse can be just as damaging physical abuse. Keep on trying to encourage your mom. I realise our msn msgs might've been compromised seeing as you haven't replied in 10 minutes all of a sudden. Good luck.
Praying for you.
Something I never got was why so many people were scared or even detest cooking. How can you dislike something so interesting? You throw in these inedible things, mix them together over heat and you get something that you can eat. Shit, sometimes you don't even need heat! What puzzles me the most is when the person loves eating but hates cooking. The two are so closely interlinked, how can you hate one and love the other? When the food you're eating is something you cooked, it makes it that much more delicious. You know what has gone into the food, the process and how it smelled, looked, and sometimes, felt.
Those people are missing out.
I know what I'll do now.
Yay, Wei Yee is back to regular blogging! Now I have somebody to stalk instead of staring at the Permission denied screen. Today Fluffles and I were talking about how war was just one big dick waving match. I mean, c'mon, they're basically racing to create the biggest phallus shaped object and wave it around to intimidate others; the country with the biggest co- I mean nuke, wins. Then when provoked, they shoot it at the enemy.
In other news, Sarah came over after school (which ended at 1 because our school was gonna be used as an accounting station for the elections). We ate at the KFC at Tiong Bahru because we all craved chicken somehow. While chewing a piece of popcorn chicken, I realised the side of my tongue was hurting like a son of a bitch.
Fearing the worst, I stuck out my tongue and asked Wei Yee to look at it, "Dude, there's an ulcer on your tongue!"
Christine spread it to me. I was her latest victim right after WY and Mandy, I think. It's on the side of my tongue, so now whenever I talk or chew something, it irritates the ulcer. Two ulcers actually, because I have one on the inside of my cheek too!
Anyway, so Sarah came over to my house and we discussed the story. What story? Well, the Anime Festival Asia is coming soon and we couldn't decide what to cosplay as. So Hui Xuan suggested writing our own story and cosplaying as the characters in it instead. A simple story eventually evolved into something a hell of a lot more complicated and now we're writing an Alternate Universe fic about uhh...we don't quite know what to call them. Let them be known as "Not Mutant Hobbits" for now.
Maybe I'll post it here when it's done.
Lol, my veggie wrap turned out so damn sour that even I couldn't eat it. Shit, wei yee couldn't eat it. Surprisingly, fluffles' wrap turned out best. Her mushrooms were delicious. Take that as you will. Bloody hell, I stayed up till midnight doing the theory portion of my assignment and in the end we could've handed it in on Wednesday. FUUUUU
As a result, I'm now running on 5 hours of sleep. Yay.
We were best friends in P2. It was impossible to get us separated and we shared everything. Half way through P2, she got closer to a girl called Li Xin and more distant from me. I blamed it on myself. I wasn't interesting enough or maybe it was because of similar names? Tally : 1
After Tian Xin and I drifted, I got closer to She Leng. She was a mutual friend of me and Tian Xin before, then Tian Xin picked on her. For some odd reason, I got closer to her and soon, we were spending every recess together as well. Then Tricia came into the picture around September and got closer to her and again I was the third wheel. I though "Maybe I was doing something wrong?" Tally : 2
We were already good friends when I was best friends with She Leng. By halfway through P3, we were spending every recess together despite the fact that we were in different classes. Unlike my previous friends, he actually stuck by me throughout the entire year. And then the GEP test came. I passed. He didn't. Being as young as we were, we didn't have any means of really communicating because of the different schools and soon the friendship faded into nothing. I blamed it on myself for not making enough of an effort. Tally: 3
P4 in a new school and the first girl I ever talked to there was Samantha. I don't know if she ever considered me her best friend but I certainly did. In the middle of the year though, I found myself spending more time (not by my own will) with Lynette. Samantha found herself next to Celine and well...do I need to spell it out? At that time I thought that maybe I just wasn't as fun as Cel, so I moved on. Tally :4
Yes, for people who know me, I DO bitch about her a lot. But during P5, she was my closest friend. A confidant of sorts. When there were things I just couldn't share with anybody else, I would run to her. Maybe it's why when the relationship went kind of sour I reacted so strongly. Despite our not so good relationship though, we do still talk and I do still confide in her. It's odd. Still, I lost a close friend. I was determined to never let it happen again. Tally : 4
We happened to become friends purely because we both dropped to normal chinese in P5. I remember being so upset at realising there were no other girls in the chinese class to talk to, then seeing Kelly walk into the class. Relieved didn't describe it. I remember one of the first conversations we had. I was talking about twilight and Kelly recommended to me Vampire Knight. I was hooked on manga and we suddenly had a common topic. By the beginning of P6, my relationship with Cel was hardly there and Kelly was the only one in the clique who hadn't ignored me completely. Sometimes I really wondered whether Kelly was telling the truth when she said she hadn't said anything against me in the group bitch sessions. She always was very practical.
Then came Secondary 1. We were in different schools. I remembered all my failed past friendships and come hell or high water, history would not repeat itself. I swore that to myself. But half way through Sec 1, Kelly just sort of...faded from my mind. When I realised what was happening I gave myself a mental shake. For some reason, I held myself back from growing any closer to my classmates. Because to some sick part of my mind, I didn't want to be the friend who drifted. It abhorred me. She still grew ever closer to her classmates though.
The difference is, this time, I know I've done everything within my abilities to keep the friendship alive. I've done my best. Now all I can do is wait for somebody else who might do the same for me.
Don't mock the word 'tried'. Please.
Tis gonna be awesome ^^ If only fluffles and Hui Xuan and SARAH (I know you read this) actually showed up on the google doc more often.
I guess I've gotten over the whole blaming part.Okay, we're in different schools and all, I understand that we couldn't possibly meet and catch up everyday. But there wasn't even much of an effort on your part. Again, no blame. But then, recently, that tweet. "Perhaps I was having a life". You know the one. That kind of drove the fact in. I'm not part of your life any more and I can't keep holding on to the memory of what our friendship used to be. Friendship is one of the strongest bonds that can be formed between two people. Strong doesn't mean it can take an infinite amount of abuse or neglect, it too needs to be up kept and taken care of. When you finally confirmed last year that we were best friends, I was so happy. I promised myself that I would always stay by your side. Now I find myself unable to keep that promise and I'm sorry. Really.
Everyone's freaking privatising their damn blogs (or deleting every single post and putting a single emo quote there). I just need something to read, dammit. Sigh, I wish I had a crush. Someone to obsess over and the little thrills you get when you're close to them. I don't feel like a normal bloody teenager. I am willing to bet ten whole cents that I'm the only psycho who actually restrains myself from interacting with people because I'm worried I'll become
Fuck that, what's the point of being mature if you can't stick with a friend for more than a few years without outpacing them? What's the point of being mature if you can't stick around with peers your own age because a voice in the back of your head is constantly going off on a tangent like "Oh my GOD , I can't believe you just said that, you dumb twat! Doesn't YOUR psychotic voice tell you what to say?"
And what's the point of being told you're mature when all it gives you is a superiority complex like this that makes it really hard to make close friends?
I think I'm just crazy.
Odds are, in twenty years, I'll snap and kill my husband and kids and throw 'em off a building or something.
I feel freaking cheated out of my teenage hormone package. Fuck.
I want a damn refund.
I want an equally psychotic person to talk to.
I want some yoghurt. Ah well, toodly doos. My stomach's growling.
I wonder how many people are aware of this blog. And dammit, I hate those spambots claiming to be blogwalking. _l_ So booooreed, i'm almost considering creating a YT channel :/
Lumpy kinda disgusts me. so yea, please stop pairing me with him. So sad, e-learning week is ending and i haven't done shit. The again I haven't LEARNT shit, so *shrugs*. Sho bored. Gonna go pester someone. Finished reading Aria manga, I <3 it. It's so peaceful.
I'm sorry for blowing up. It builds up and there's no where for me to vent. But if you don't understand the reasons behind it, I don't think we can continue being friends. The problem is there and if you decide to constantly ignore/avoid it, I'll take the message.
Lol, after coming back from tuition i just knocked out for a few hours XD I was uber bored. Haha, not that I mind or anything :P I bet Laserquest was fuuuuunn, huh? So yea. :D
Feel like blogging...but I don't know what to write. So I'll just share my favourite quotes and bore the shit out of the 3 people (i think) who are following this. Don't expect to see things attributed to Anon, I don't think advice dished out by sorority girls is to be trusted.
- Saint Jerome
- Viktor Frankl
You've done it. In addition to acting like a pretentious councillor PONCE, you've ACTUALLY booked your own damn class. For not keeping their damn TPCs. Whatever the hell for?!?!? That is one of the most FUNCTIONALLY RETARDED RULES. What harm does keeping our laptops on the damn table do? Will the table break under the heavy burden of our laptop? Will it?
Goddamnit, people need to grow themselves their own damn brains instead of blindly following school rules.
I'm actually kinda excited for next year when we bring in the new sec 1s for canoeing...then we finally won't have to carry our own equipment XD. Why did you suddenly remove the post, sounds like he was being a douche. Of course, you could ignore this along with everything else. As you've been doing rather recently whenever I ask a question and you don't want to answer it. Totally cool with it ._. It's fun talking to walls, y'know?
Yea, rag dolls tend to start to stink when you don't wash them.
Or do you seem to have terrible taste in friends? I remember not too long ago you were crazy about him. Hm.
Highlight of the day : Fluffles doing a dramatic reading of this. Read it. Do it without cracking up. I dare you.
When she read it while we were walking to the foyer to meet the rest of the team before we left for the reservoir, she came across one particular part that had me and bells laughing so hard we fell to the ground and couldn't get up. The part is, I kid you not " My knee came up hard against his-
* massive pause*
massive throbbing gigglestick between his legs and he drubbed over in pan." We just couldn't take it anymore. Our red cross friends saw us sprawled on the floor and actually had to come over to help us up. Jadyn had to help me up and was patting my back and was like "Aiyo, Mindy, what happened? Ok or not?" Joelle had to help Isabel up.
And I just kept giggling. It was all very silly. Then we continued on the bus. Public disturbance for all :D
Math teacher number 4 :) I have no idea what the fuck the school board is thinking, changing our bloody teachers all the bloody time. We've only seen our actual history teacher a grand total of 2 times. In the whole term -.- We've changed our math teacher three times, all of them wide-eyed, green-horned newbies who couldn't discipline the class if they brought a gun.
We're lagging behind on our Chinese by 2 lessons because our holidays have the unfortunate ability to constantly fall on days with Chinese lessons. Our form teacher is a dunce who doesn't care even if you lie about handing up an MC when you don't attend school and needs the G.O to nag him just to check attendance. Are you SERIOUSLY asking why we're LITERALLY the worst sec 1 class? That Zorro, TL and I are the only ones ever participating in lessons? Occasionally Sarah?
It's a miracle we're passing ANYTHING AT ALL. What kind of fucked up class is GLAD when they 'only' fail one subject?! It gets really depressing sometimes and I feel like I'm never going to get out. The only thing I still feel like I have hope in is my English and even then, I feel like I'm losing my vocab and linguistic ability day by day. I stutter over my sentences now and I try so hard not to. I want a compo assignment. Please, for the love of all that is decent, may Mrs Rupa give us an essay to write. Or a comprehension passage (god knows we haven't touched one of those in ...oh wait, WE HAVEN'T TOUCHED THEM AT ALL SINCE I STEPPED INTO THIS GOD FORSAKEN SCHOOL)
It's so freaking sad. I think our class has so many hard-working and REALLY talented people. Maybe even more so than other classes, I've seen them talk before. They're rather shallow. Fluffles is a fantastic writer, though it'll be a cold day in hell before I admit that to her. We write in different styles anyway, so you can't really compare. Zorro (as annoying as she is sometimes) is good with physics and Chinese. Sarah is great with Math and picks up the concepts really quickly. WY, I know you read this, you're good with computers and if you put your mind to it, you could excel in any subject, I'm sure of it. Rachel,if you had more confidence, you would be able to excel as well. I would list out everyone else's traits, but that would be a thesis.
It's a waste. But there are still 2 more months. For the one or two of you from my class who actually follow this, please JIAYOU! I'm sure we could top the level, if only you stopped logging onto FB so often :P
Your monster is gay. Take that.
Can't complain anymore, I finally changed my template. I spent like an hour hunched over the computer to edit it and shit. I think it looks great.My back hurts now and I'm gonna feel like hell tomorrow. Blooping out. And yes, to answer kal's question, I did watch Captain America. It was awesome. One of the trailers before the movie started was Abducted. Now I wanna watch that. Along with Johnny English (<3 Rowan Atkinson).
Come at me with all you've got, you sickening piece of shit. Tell the the whole world about my crush on Hock Lam, I was prepared for it. I told people not to tell because it would be inconvenient , not because it's that precious of a secret. I've held my tongue a lot more often than I would because Kelly seems to somehow regard you as some twisted version of a friend. I wasn't gonna bother replying, then I saw that last comment about breaking Kelly.
You piece of shit, you think making her cry is something to be proud of? Fuck you and your cow. How dare you even talk to her as if nothing had happened? I feel sorry for -----, that she had the misfortune of picking you to crush on and later confess to. I feel sorry for YL for the same reason, thus why I keep informing her about what you do. I feel sorry for all the girls that may come after. I may be a tell tale bitch with a black shriveled heart, but at least I have one. It seems you clearly lack it. Maybe that explains your sociopathic tendencies.
Maybe I should abort my previous words. In all actuality, I think I told YL also as a sort of way to get back at you. You don't deserve happiness. You don't deserve a girlfriend like -----. You've hurt Kal more than once. You've deliberately masterminded a whole plan just to hurt a girl who, quite frankly, wasn't hurting you because it was entertaining to see her squirm. And the kicker? You aren't even the slightest bit remorseful. I'm sure you may say sorry, but are you? Because from experience, people who regret their actions don't repeat them again and again, on the people who they claim are their friends. Kelly, for the last time, I do not get what you see in him.
On the other hand, captain America is pretty good eye- candy :) so sad that he wakes up after 70 years of sleep though
Just chionged 27 album covers, song cover and song info in 45 minutes. Mom gave me a whole list of songs to download and being the OCD person I am, I just couldn't stand seeing them go without song covers and album covers and proper titles... On the other hand, I gained around 30 songs :)
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You say that she wasn't to find out. Don't be a moron, she'll find out. Eventually, whether I was the one to tell her or not, she would've found out. That's like Hitler saying "Pish posh, we'll just kill Jews in secret. Nobody'll know." And that still doesn't explain the defensiveness.
Oh the Miguel guy? Are you sure it isn't because you know he's rich?
On another note, back off from YL. If I wanted to hurt her, I would've given her the text messages and given the link to your blog.I told her cos' it's better for someone to tell her than for her to get a rude shock upon finding it out on her own.
If you want to play with her feelings, don't say I was the one who started it. It's irresponsible and childish... Which actually seems to describe you.
Huh. Food for thought
It's ok, I don't even know her. No harm done. I still have a clear conscience. But I'm not so sure about yours, why the defensiveness? And the fact that you had to privatize your blog to say that about me, really shows some things.
So, kal, who's the new crush?
Jig's up i guess :)
But if any of you are still in doubt, yes, it WAS me who told YL.
But my intentions weren't to spite, I just wanted to give her some time to, I dunno, prepare herself?
I have a clean conscience, unlike a few of you.
c⊗mpared t⊗ the shit i F⊗UND at tvtropes, that's tame. Y⊗U g⊗t ⊗ff lucky.
perhaps y⊗u might want t⊗ read the rules ⊗f slenderland?
- Ever have that urge t⊗ turn ⊗n the lights in the middle ⊗f the night? D⊗n’t resist that urge. In fact, keep a flashlight next t⊗ y⊗ur bed. With extra batteries.
- Y⊗u can d⊗t y⊗ur i’s and cr⊗ss y⊗ur t’s, but ST⊗P WRITING when y⊗u start cr⊗ssing y⊗ur ⊗’s
- If y⊗u begin t⊗ see a tall, slim, black-and-white figure ⊗ut ⊗f the c⊗rner ⊗f y⊗ur eye, but when y⊗u l⊗⊗k, it’s g⊗ne, d⊗ n⊗t assume that y⊗u are hallucinating ⊗r seeing things.
- S⊗metimes, y⊗u g⊗tta accept that it might n⊗t be The Slender Man may n⊗t be at y⊗ur wind⊗w. S⊗metimes, he might be in y⊗ur h⊗use. S⊗metimes, it
Reading this has pr⊗bably made y⊗u a target.
Rest of that creepy shit is here :https://docs.google.com/document/d/11nFK2xNStX6dgW5PnKXOLvdBG6s2plvb4KP3aQuMIf0/edit?hl=en&authkey=CNua8u4K&pli=1
the operator symbol ⊗ keeps him away. hope it doesn't fail
Who in their right minds would purposely fly all the way to US and get you your damn Chromebook? Ask for something more ex la. Otherwise it's a waste of air fare And Slender Man is terrifying, i think about him all the time. I think something just moved behindmycurtain. oshishihtihi
Just some wind.
Anyway, tHE Slenderman is just a mytH. hE REally doesn't exist.
Really, dUn thiNk about it.
I sense another Yiling forming, Kal.
I sometimes feel like i'm the only person pulling any weight in the relationship. I've lost too many friends because they drifted off and neither of us made any effort to paddle back. I don't want that to happen again. But it feels more and more like i'm towing both the boats. I just...gah.
People keep talking about breakups in the boy/girlfriend romantic sense but nobody ever mentions how painful it is when friendships break. God damn it.
A social experiment of sorts. SorbetPink, wanna help?
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KAL, YOU STOLE MY BLOODY POEM. AND YOU ABANDONED ME >:( <-----that's me
And the provision shop downstairs ran out of my beloved Tao Kae Noi. Sigh. Life just sucks sometimes.
From emoness springs forth poetic bs. And yea, this is like the fourth time you've told me about the psl thing. Why is it that you like all the ugly ones! ---- is fugly ttm dude. I've seen his photo. Maybe I should call him mumpy. Lol, my auto correct tried to change it into lumpy
What kal forgets to mention is that she CAN cook but her common sense (or lack of it) causes her to do rather dumb things. Ahemtried-to-fry-an-egg-next-to-a-pot-of-milkahem and who could forget the time that she put whipped cream IN THE FREEZER.
what should I do now?
I know I'll bounce back eventually, but i'm not sure how many more times I can do it. Eventually the ball will lose it's bounce . Your words really mean a lot though :) thanks
My mom's threatening to send me back to Indonesia if I don't do well. I'm so confused.I'm trying so hard not to fall to peer pressure. It's so hard not to go with the flow and just let your grades go to shit. She keeps harping on about how it's not because I'm stupid, and I'm just lazy and how useless I am. I'm starting to believe her. The emotional part of me is just folding down and giving up while my critical side wants to get up and do something and I'm so confused as to what I should do, or whether it'll even make any difference. She says that if it weren't for me, she could've become a stewardess or something, but she couldn't because of me.Maybe I've lost whatever spark of intelligence or giftedness I had. Maybe I should go to Indonesia and be a loser with my dad. Or maybe I should just die and not tie anybody down.
I can't remember the exact pronunciation, but it sounded like Shawn Cheng. Take that as you will. Good luck finding him, it's impossible.
I wouldn't know, my metaphorical love life has been kinda fail. Not that you're helping with the "inconsistent" insults. I either end up liking dorks that everyone else disapproves of or the guy ends up liking someone else. Dammit. The only time I figure any guy liked me back was in kindergarten, did I tell you? It was nap time and our mattresses were next to each other. He tapped me on the shoulder and when I turned around, he covered us with a pillow and gave me a peck on the forehead. It was absolutely adorable.
I guess my luck ran out. A few weeks later, I had to transfer out of that kindergarten.And my "love life" just kinda rolled down the grand canyon and into a huge pit. Last I heard, he got through into GEP as well. Saddest part? I never quite got over it. Sigh.
Anyway, watched Harry Potter today. MY mom kept giving me flipping commentary about how fugly Ron looked and how Hermione is too good for him, EVEN IN THE EPIC WAR SCENE. Dammit mom, I wanna watch this thing in PEACE. It's the end of a decade long series. NOW PLEASE SHUT UP. I'm probably gonna binge on HP fanfics to make up for it.
Chinese tuition. What a surprise. Go chiong your hw
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If you can't trust them, were they ever your friends? Y'know Ms Ng actually pulled me out for a talk last year? I told her about the whole Cel situation and she told me this "Sometimes, you have to let go of what's most precious to you. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If not, it was never yours to keep." Whatever will be, will be, Kal. And you being paranoid won't change that. Shrinking back into yourself won't change it either.
Because to me, you don't seem to be trusting yourself much at the moment. It'll get better. I promise you that, I'll never betray you, kay?
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I should've woken my lazy ass up earlier to check up on you. Was napping and a bloody mozzie bit me.*hugs* You're fine just the way you are. Why, if you weren't such a bitch, I'd wonder where my best friend went. Everyone gets down sometimes, just get up from it, yea?
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dood. she might find your blog. she probably will
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...in other news, the sky is blue. Okay, for people who know me IRL, you know I have a habit of spewing some rather offensive shit. What i'd like to argue, however, is to look past the offensiveness. Unlike SOME of your assumptions, yes, I do know how to read situations and when I've crossed the line. I choose to ignore it. I say offensive shit only when there's a degree of logic to it.
For example, I would not say that Chinese are inherently better people than Malays because of our lighter skin tone. Because that is illogical.Skin tone has nothing to do with anything.
Something I would say, however, would be that the Christian god, (christians, hear me out before attacking me) is naked. OK, ok, wait just a second before you start screen capping and spamming and basically maiming me. Just think from a completely unbiased perspective. In the bible, it says that God created Adam,the first man, in his image, yes? Adam was created without clothes. It would thus be logical to say that God did not, and presumably still doesn't, have clothes. This is, of course, entirely based on my opinion.
When I shared this conclusion with my friends during recess, they immediately pulled the "dude, that's like, so offensive card". After 5 minutes of trying to explain why I thought so and them just constantly rebutting me with "but, that's offensive", i kinda gave up. I'm not forcing my belief that god is naked onto you. I'm just STATING, that god is probably naked. Eventually, fluffles said that it was offensive to assume that god has mortal qualities. Wait, WHAT? We were created in his image, were we not? The Bible, the Holy freaking scripture purports so. So, we were created in his image, yet his image is not mortal and thus cannot be seen and thus he does not wear clothes in the traditional sense? Or need it? Or he's not naked in the traditional sense? What the hell are YOU talking about?
This is becoming one hell of a long post but I need to vent somewhat. Since when did being offensive mean that a conclusion is not true? Remember Copernicus? Galileo, perhaps? They pointed out that the Earth probably wasn't the centre of the universe and what did they get? "Dude, you need to like, shut up. That's offensive." They didn't. They turned out to be right, honey.
What's offensive about saying God is naked? My friend, we're ALL born naked. If anything, God wearing clothes should be the offensive part. Clothes are a human folly, decidedly unnatural. To say that He wears clothes is to assume that he requires to cover himself up, despite being the omnipotent being He is. What upset me the most is that they didn't even bother explaining WHY I was offensive, or try to pick apart my conclusion.
"Offensive" "religiously discriminating" rant over. I'll probably regret this someday in the near future.
How nice <3 Your mom still dislikes me though. Which is a bit of a downer.I wonder where he got the "polite" idea from though o.O
Aren't those gay tablet things for dentures? KELLY GRAMMY!
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are you freaking serious? I'm kinda excited for my next home econs lesson. WE'RE MAKING CHICKEN CURRY!!! What time will your school let out on monday? Have nothing else to do then.
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...and he was dumb enough to give it to you. Bloody moron of a home ec teacher asked us to CUT OUR POTATOES INTO 6 PIECES. for the uninformed, potatoes take a damn long time to boil. Even when cut into 1 cm cubes, they'll take 15 minutes to cook thoroughly. So cutting it into 6 pieces definitely wasn't gonna work. I cut it into 16 pieces, and even now some are a lil bit raw. toopid teacher.And i just saw your report. Over-exaggerated does no justice to the thing. And at least you got to use actual spices, we just used tomato sauce and minced meat -.- Cheap ass teachers
I'm nice to people who seem like they have the potential to be somewhat useful in the future. The doof was dumb enough to fall for you.
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NO, jo didn't send me shit. A-hole. Maybe i'll crash it to spite him.
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Jo has a party -.- What. And the girl you were talking about in the previous post. Yea, ask sammy poo and devi?
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You really need to stop changing skins And retard question, who is she? Wanna hang out on National day?
Anyway, normal post. Skipped canoeing today and ended up helping Christina and Anusha do National day deco. It was all
BTW, did you know my home econs teacher doesn't freaking shut up?
Teacher: "Must cut the onions. into strips. Remember ah!
Teacher: "Must cut into strips otherwise they'll be too thick, MUST!
Us: "Yes, we understa-"
Teacher: "Onion must be thin so it'll spread out!"
And then she blamed us for letting the chicken stew burn. Because we kept interrupting her -.- So she "couldn't finish talking". Go screw yourself, dumb bitch.
Gonna go rush my art, which will probably turn out to look like crap. Speaking of, we have to do a bloody art piece every *bleep*ing week. So since we're having E-learning week, we'll have to DO TWO.
I'm 20 years too late, but may you rest in peace.
This is the story of Junko Furuta, a 17 year old girl who was held captive by 4 teenagers.
DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus
DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury
DAY 20: December10, 1989:
Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails cracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding
DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size
DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”
January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Unable to move from the ground
DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.
Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.
Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.
I read it again and again and i just felt unexplainably angry. Do you know what her tormentors got off with? 8 FUCKIING YEARS. They are free men. THIS SHIT^, is why i spit on the idea of a god. What all knowing, all-loving god would condemn an innocent school girl to this horror? God created man in his image? I just...GAH. I lose faith in humanity in general whenever i read or hear of these cases.
And this, is why i think certain people need to SHUT THE FUCK UP about hpow "heart broken" they are. Not even gonna say her name.
Rant over. Apologies to anyone i may have offended.
why kelly, what-ever are you talking about? I do not sense this "irony" you speak of. 5 year old girls with fetishes for pink bowties are pimp-ass motherfuckers. Just like unicrons made of heartbreaks. Your gmt time is completely off btw.
kal, your blog looks like it belongs to a 5 year old girl with a fetish for pink bunnies and bowties. please change it. Then maybe i'll change mine. Actually, don't. it's rather hilarious when i see a cute pink blogpage that has the words gaylords and faggot plastered on the front. and is ----- that guy who's the bro to that girl? just wonderin.
Well, I didn't have training but I did have to stay back for extra lessons in chinese. I feel so tired all of a sudden. And i've been having this on-off headache throughout the freakin' day, which made me really crabby and made me snap at rachel.
Rachel, if you're reading this (I doubt that) I'm really sorry for the how snapped at you and the shit you have to put up from me. Feel free to mooch off my drawing block and foolscap anytime. Even though I usually mooch :3
Sarah came over and we made truffles. Melty, muah chee-like truffles. They were delicous. I think I ate
I know, I know. My blog is just absolutely riveting, ain't it?
No? Then bugger off. Not like I care.
So glad that i don't have any canoeing training today. Sec 1 DM pulled me aside to talk to me about my *dun dun dun* late coming demerits. 3, in fact. I was really panicking when she told me she wanted to see me. Phew. Tried coming to school early, failed. Woke up late and ended up hailing a cab and sacrificing like half my allowance for the day. And good bloody lord, RACHEL stop looking over my freaking shoulder. You can read it when it's done.
I abandoned my old one a few years back. Then everyone around me was also getting blogs and I figured "meh, sure". hmm.
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