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Tuesday, January 22, 2013
High School Nightmare Stories: "I did my homework'
Don't you just hate it when your sitting doing homework, I mean intensely thinking, and then you get to that Math equation that numbs your mind and for those dreadful seconds-minutes-hours you feel terribly stupid.
You just keep on going, encouraging yourself saying in your mind "You got this, wait until I get in class and show off my master work...". Then your mind comes up with a ridiculous answer but you don't know because your brain-cells manipulated you into thinking that your right.
"Yes, I got it... I am smart and way smarter than that smartest guy in class! Yeah, I can only see his stupid face praising me".
That night, you just cannot sleep because 'YOUR THE MAN' and you feel like weed is smoking you because your the IT Guy. You just cannot wait to get in to that class and just show off because you have the best answer ever thought of.
You feel like finishing the whole maths book by just doing the homework, you got the momentum and the power. "X multiplied by X is X to the power of 2. Ohh yeah baby I am the shit"
You wake up, incredibly eager and no one is going to bring you down because your have the golden answer. You brush your teeth excitedly making sure that when you answer no bad smell shall evaporate out of your mouth. For the first time you kiss your mom and make breakfast.
You polish your shoes and insist on double ironing your pants. For the second time this year you check yourself via the mirror. "I am hot and supper smart, beauty and brains. I am thee Alpha Man" you giggle with that cheesy smile that screams 'I can get any girl I want' - REALLY!
You rush your mom to getting you to school, "Mom, hurry up Einstein, I mean The Guy Smarter Than Thomas Edison has to be early". You get to the school and you rush as if you were running the 100m sprint at the olympics.
The bell rings and you take out your most valued intervention and you sit there smiling and pointing out everyone who didn't do their homework "Sir, Sam did not do his homework", you saying laughing with sheer menace "John is plagiarising!".
Every culprit is dismissed from the class and you feel like the saviour of the school.
Finally, we get to mark the homework only to find out that the sum you did was last week's homework! Your feel like your are one of the victims in Stephen Kings novels, your taste like last night's supper and your throat feels itchy like a mosquito bit you on your Adam's apple.
To come and think of that you have put in all your sweat and disregarded all your other homework just to impress that teacher that hates you and be the talk of the day in class.
You also find out that you also used the wrong formula to solve the quadratic equation you did. You start hearing that crickets sound - the no-changing-rhythmn song-sound - you fell devastated and betrayed by your mind. You think you look like Patrick from Spongebob Square Pants.
"I give up...", you scream in the inside while raining sweating from the outside. "I hate myself and this bloody maths class!".
(This is dedicated to all of those who never do their homework, You know you feel like this! Advice do your homework)
You just keep on going, encouraging yourself saying in your mind "You got this, wait until I get in class and show off my master work...". Then your mind comes up with a ridiculous answer but you don't know because your brain-cells manipulated you into thinking that your right.
"Yes, I got it... I am smart and way smarter than that smartest guy in class! Yeah, I can only see his stupid face praising me".
That night, you just cannot sleep because 'YOUR THE MAN' and you feel like weed is smoking you because your the IT Guy. You just cannot wait to get in to that class and just show off because you have the best answer ever thought of.
You feel like finishing the whole maths book by just doing the homework, you got the momentum and the power. "X multiplied by X is X to the power of 2. Ohh yeah baby I am the shit"
You wake up, incredibly eager and no one is going to bring you down because your have the golden answer. You brush your teeth excitedly making sure that when you answer no bad smell shall evaporate out of your mouth. For the first time you kiss your mom and make breakfast.
You polish your shoes and insist on double ironing your pants. For the second time this year you check yourself via the mirror. "I am hot and supper smart, beauty and brains. I am thee Alpha Man" you giggle with that cheesy smile that screams 'I can get any girl I want' - REALLY!
You rush your mom to getting you to school, "Mom, hurry up Einstein, I mean The Guy Smarter Than Thomas Edison has to be early". You get to the school and you rush as if you were running the 100m sprint at the olympics.
The bell rings and you take out your most valued intervention and you sit there smiling and pointing out everyone who didn't do their homework "Sir, Sam did not do his homework", you saying laughing with sheer menace "John is plagiarising!".
Every culprit is dismissed from the class and you feel like the saviour of the school.
Finally, we get to mark the homework only to find out that the sum you did was last week's homework! Your feel like your are one of the victims in Stephen Kings novels, your taste like last night's supper and your throat feels itchy like a mosquito bit you on your Adam's apple.
To come and think of that you have put in all your sweat and disregarded all your other homework just to impress that teacher that hates you and be the talk of the day in class.
You also find out that you also used the wrong formula to solve the quadratic equation you did. You start hearing that crickets sound - the no-changing-rhythmn song-sound - you fell devastated and betrayed by your mind. You think you look like Patrick from Spongebob Square Pants.
"I give up...", you scream in the inside while raining sweating from the outside. "I hate myself and this bloody maths class!".
(This is dedicated to all of those who never do their homework, You know you feel like this! Advice do your homework)
Monday, January 21, 2013
Don't forget me because... Ialso matter!
I would often sit in despair procrastinating on my visions because people did not believe in my mission. Its so difficult to be in a world that filled with people who underestimate your capabilities due to your countenance.
Does it matter whether I am skinny and black? Would it mattered if I whether the best person on the world with no insecurities?
Why should I persecute myself because people do not like me or just think I am plain stupid! A brilliant mind is tested by the trials around it, it toughness would be guaranteed by its choices not because it wanted to but because it needed to.
People often live in a box competition; the more you SMS this, the more likely you will succeed. We go all our ways stepping on each others toes just because we want to pioneer the world's greatest invention.
We publish our successes by immoral deeds and brush away the evil with a sharpen-corner smiles that are meant to fall down but we still force them.
Why do we bother? Why do I bother? Because at the ultimate man shall no have say in which estate they shall ought to inherit. I might be not the smartest nor the most important person but these words one day shall be known unto all mankind.
And at that time I will smile at all the good I have accomplished and lift up my shoulders for the failures I have encountered because at the end of the day I would have tried my best and gave all my means! And in that day I shall matter...
Be good and play good!
Does it matter whether I am skinny and black? Would it mattered if I whether the best person on the world with no insecurities?
Why should I persecute myself because people do not like me or just think I am plain stupid! A brilliant mind is tested by the trials around it, it toughness would be guaranteed by its choices not because it wanted to but because it needed to.
People often live in a box competition; the more you SMS this, the more likely you will succeed. We go all our ways stepping on each others toes just because we want to pioneer the world's greatest invention.
We publish our successes by immoral deeds and brush away the evil with a sharpen-corner smiles that are meant to fall down but we still force them.
Why do we bother? Why do I bother? Because at the ultimate man shall no have say in which estate they shall ought to inherit. I might be not the smartest nor the most important person but these words one day shall be known unto all mankind.
And at that time I will smile at all the good I have accomplished and lift up my shoulders for the failures I have encountered because at the end of the day I would have tried my best and gave all my means! And in that day I shall matter...
Be good and play good!
Friday, January 4, 2013
Christmas just grows out...
"Christmas grows out of you", one of friend said. I disagreed with her and said it will never happen in this life, I mean who would give up the traditional christmas cake, the roasted bird or the feasting feeling one feels when Christmas lights glow on the trees.
I had said that years ago but now I am agreeing with my friend. The "Christ" in Christmas has been replaced with an glorious "X". The weather is making its statement, winds are blowing the three little pigs houses and rain - let's not go there.
Christmas is just another normal day, I remember back in my days we used to dress up for the occasion and wake up early in the morning ready to irritate each neighbour by asking for a "Happy" - that's what we called it.
"Happy" was christmas goodies but gone are those day people are just boozing their lives away and munching their money as if there is no tomorrow.
The cream on the doughnut is the exceptional "World Ending Day and Judgement Day". I gladly woke up on the 22nd smiling to every butterfly in my stomach (wow, people have just gone green in their heads).
In addition to that, the 31st was a glorious day filled with love. Life is just good and hopefully Christmas grows in us again. God be with all of you in 2013....
Love, Success, Wisdom and Long days be upon you! This is my official welcome to you.
Should blood be spilt in order for families to come together
As always, and I bet will always, I will forever have funeral phobias. Everything around it seems so creepy and deadly.
For some reason, when I was young, I would always pegged funerals with parties, I mean excuse me if I am insulting anyone but when I die please dance.
I have been sitting here, browsing everything around me, crept out by every stench that travels to my nostrils and gagging at farm animal insides.
Its truly amazing how a family can abandon one another for days, weeks, months or even years and when blood is spilled, someone gives a ghost up, everyone sheds a tear.
Its mind-shocking to think that families have parted to find their own endeavours, forgetting where they have been rooted and erected. Man has actively engaged in selfish deeds and bloated out their families for a path of success.
My father's family has been the worst examples in my brother's and mine life. Shortly after father die, a house that was filled with buoyant family souls became a hole of bitterness and hatred. My dads pride filled family neglected us as if we had never sat foot in this earth.
We always wondered in a world of what-has-been or what-could-have been. My brother always spent out piercing words of "I wonder if dad were alive what could have happened?". Accelerated anger drove within me, disgust was the only piece of affection I had for them.
Truth be told, my heart, mind and might erased my dad's family. Thus, I carried on with my life and I enjoyed the blessed second of it. My eyes ceased to stream a river of tears but peace took over our soul and clouded days beamed with sunlight.
Today, we meet again in a dreadful moment "DEATH". Yes, when one gives up a soul, families contribute a pool of tears. Now, I have to lament for a soul that I long gone forgot - I am sorry - it does not work like that.
If I were in their shows I would burned in shame and hide my face everytime I see "THEM" - which is my brother and I. That never happens in this family, excuses are shared on the table.
To be continued...
For some reason, when I was young, I would always pegged funerals with parties, I mean excuse me if I am insulting anyone but when I die please dance.
I have been sitting here, browsing everything around me, crept out by every stench that travels to my nostrils and gagging at farm animal insides.
Its truly amazing how a family can abandon one another for days, weeks, months or even years and when blood is spilled, someone gives a ghost up, everyone sheds a tear.
Its mind-shocking to think that families have parted to find their own endeavours, forgetting where they have been rooted and erected. Man has actively engaged in selfish deeds and bloated out their families for a path of success.
My father's family has been the worst examples in my brother's and mine life. Shortly after father die, a house that was filled with buoyant family souls became a hole of bitterness and hatred. My dads pride filled family neglected us as if we had never sat foot in this earth.
We always wondered in a world of what-has-been or what-could-have been. My brother always spent out piercing words of "I wonder if dad were alive what could have happened?". Accelerated anger drove within me, disgust was the only piece of affection I had for them.
Truth be told, my heart, mind and might erased my dad's family. Thus, I carried on with my life and I enjoyed the blessed second of it. My eyes ceased to stream a river of tears but peace took over our soul and clouded days beamed with sunlight.
Today, we meet again in a dreadful moment "DEATH". Yes, when one gives up a soul, families contribute a pool of tears. Now, I have to lament for a soul that I long gone forgot - I am sorry - it does not work like that.
If I were in their shows I would burned in shame and hide my face everytime I see "THEM" - which is my brother and I. That never happens in this family, excuses are shared on the table.
To be continued...
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