You're F*cking Kidding.

Today, after an awful lot of waiting and during an insanely early show, i found myself finally watching the twilight saga movie New Moon.

It was such a laugh.
Every time Edward sparkled, it had a little sound effect, honestly. Like little bells just jingling. What the hell? Do you want to make Edward any gayer? Do you want to humiliate Pattinson any further? Jesus Christ, I don't understand how anyone could take this seriously (-and this is coming from a girl who LIKED the first three books of twilight), the whole vampire thing was a joke. Though you can't really blame that one on the director, can you?

Upon watching the movie, i found myself falling for Jacob all over again.
Yes, I'd been a Team Jacob during my time as a twilighter (and mind you, it wasn't all that long). But seriously, he's hot (like, both literally and not.). And you gotta give him some credit, man, he spent his hours in gym.
Secondly, I didn't actually realise what a huge bitch Bella was until I watched this.
Telling a boy you like him (a boy you know likes you), and then taking off as soon as you have news from your ex boyfriend.
Oh, and going shopping with someone you haven't talked to for months, I mean, she's kind enough to go with you, watch a movie she didn't enjoy, and then you ditch her for some random biker who could be a freaking paedophile! But no, you don't care, your schizophrenia is letting you see your ex, so who cares about this girl or your best friend, sheesh!

The werewolf effects were cool, though, I'll give you that.
When they transformed i was like WHOA!
Well, not really, but I liked it.

Also, Alice is meant to be like, in style, super fashionable and awesome, right?
Well, can someone explain what the f*ck she was wearing on her head the scene where she's driving the yellow car in Italy? Did the movie even tell you they were in Italy?
And she was hell rude to Jacob as well! Something about not comig back into the house till you take the dog out?
THE DOG CAN STAY AS LONG AS HE WANTS TO, B*TCH!
Oh, but of course Bella took the bloodsucker side. As she does. Bitch.

But anyway, forgeting the whole movie thing, I came home and wrote a short story I'm actually quite happy with. But I needed a surname for my character, so being the cool kid i am, I asked Yahoo! Answers.
And this is what they had in store for me:




Of course I looked up Coolest Last Name? And sure enough, stumbled upon this page, where a f*cking twilighter thought Cullen was the coolest name. And it's fair enough, Cullen would be a rather cool name, hadn't it been ruined by a bunch of panzy, sparkling bloodsuckers.

AND OF COURSE! The person who posted that was of course usernamed Renesmee Cullen.
She wanted to be a f*cking flesh eating monster, of course!
As if, why do people not make a hell of a lot of fun of her?
If anyone usernamed Albus Severus Potter (which, mind you, makes Renesmee Cullen sound like a joke (because it is)) had written Potter there, he'd probably have about ten thousand disliking hands and being spammed to no end.

But this girl only had three disliking hands (which thank God were more than the 2 liking hands).

Good one, Smayer. You've fried yet another girl's brain (and chances of getting a boyfriend).


And just cause you've put up with my ranting all over again, have this.
I found this ages ago, and when it came up during the movie i loled.

Hey, Isn't this easy?

And with a week or so to go until the end of year 11, i find myself sitting on my bed, crying as i write this stupid blog entry instead of studying or sleeping like I should be.

Feel like shite and with what seems to be a fever?
Yeah, right now, i'm cool enough as to change the lyrics.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Thursday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You, you belong with me, you belong with me

Walking the streets with you and your brand new jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey, isn't this easy?

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you're fine, I know you better than that
Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry
And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me

Oh my God, what am I doing with my life?

MLIA

Don't think I could ever come up with a better title for this entry. Ever.

Maybe my life isn't average. But today was average or worse.

I tend to just try and smile and get through it. Today, my plan failed. Nothing went according to plan, NOTHING. And i didn't even HAVE a plan. That's just how bad it was.

I've realised that I now tend to use my blog to either complain and whine about my life or to put up stupid google searches. What a waste of my time, what a waste of your time if you're reading this.

Man. On a brighter note, seems like we're going to the FIFA next year!
Hellz yeah!
Well... hopefully.
It makes me mad to think that Australia has 20 points and is already going, no matter what, already qualified. Same with Japan, 15 points!
We've got 27! 27, for God's sake! And we're still battling our way there. Don't see how that's fair. At all.
But meh, let's not complain about how bad life is, let us -instead- talk about how great some of my friends are.
Yeah. They're great.

How they would never even thing of anything that could hurt, that would never put lemon juice on a newly open wound. Of course not.
Treat others like you'd like to be treated. Hey, come on. Where did all of that go?

Guess that's just one more pointless entry on this good old blog.
It's been almost a year now since I started it, huh?
What a waste, it used to be so much better than this.
I guess year 11 really is as good as they said it would be.
Year 12 in three weeks! Can't wait! (/sarcasm)

Oh noes.

So doing another one of them google searches came across this one.

It's lovely.

One more please.

Uh...
this one is a bit...
Hahahah, man, what would Peter Chao say about this, I wonder.

EHHH

So it's my 50th entry today!
AND WHAT BETTER THAN TO CELEBRATE THIS WITH THE BESTES IMAGE I COULD FIND

I looked up nerimon on google images and this is what it came up with!
Check it out XD

Bring it.

Of course I was upset when I found out we weren't invited to that party, but I didn't let it bother me and made other plans instead.

But being suddenly invited wasn't really enough to make me go. And I was glad I had someone else to share my time with, especially now that I've heard everyone got wasted and got rid of most of their brain cells.

I was happy-er with that funny response we got while prank calling Ben, and even happy-ER when I had an awesome time being completely sober and just plain silly, no regrets.

Signed in on msn today to get asked by a friend about someone else's home number, which I didn't have. She wanted to call him to apologise for last night. Must have been one fun night (/sarcasm).
Completely understand why he wouldn't pick up so I told her to quit calling him and talk to him on Monday instead. She goes "No, I don't think it's like that."
Of course, it's not like that. I just don't know my friends at all, you know them all better than I do, yes, high 5, you win at life.

I told her he was probably just watching his phone ring and not answering in purpose. She didn't answer. She signed out.

Oh, but don't get me wrong, I still love all my friends. Just glad I say no to some of our little get togethers.

But alas, yesterday was good.
Did an awful number of silly things and had amazing amounts of fun.
Although we really did nothing of what we'd planned, it was plain awesomeness in a cup.
We even sang to the Jonas Brothers (Y)(Y). Two left thumbs up for awesomeness.
We were helpless romantics for just a little fraction of our lives and attempted to write a song. About 5 times. Never even got one word on paper.

I'm now done with my "School Captaincy Nominee Resume" and ready for whatever life may put in my way.
All the emoness has gone away.

Consuelo's advice of the day: If you're being emo, call a friend.
Makes me happy to know that some people might call on me. Or at least to think some people might.
Still, nothing can bring me down, not today.

Ock it.

You know when you really wanna do something and you need to be by yourself to do it?
Don't get me wrong, i mean like record a video. It's not something you would do when your brother is sleeping behind you, right? It just doesn't work that way.

Well, since my cousins are over, I'm forced to share my room with my 11 year old brother. It's usually fine, he just comes in when he's falling asleep and I'm usually reading so i just continue doing what i was doing.

My cousins got back today from KL and for some stupid reason, my brother fell asleep on the couch. My mum came in to ask me if he could come to bed when I was recording, so i said no. She bought him in anyway.

Annoyed as i was, i began saying how i wanted to be by myself and asked him to leave. He refused.

"Your cousin is outside, can you keep your voice down?"
I was keeping my voice down! For God's sake, i just want to finish the video.
But no, he has to make a big show out of it, so my mum can't get him off his bed. I get my dad, who just goes on about how he's not making any noise,

"What if you just do it with him there? Why do you care so much?"
I just want to do it by myself, why is it so hard to understand? He was just fine on the couch, why did he have to come here now?

Of course it turns into a big argument. My dad blames me, says I'm supposed to be the bigger person, should behave like the 16 year old i am. Then my brother starts yelling about how he wants to sleep, and then my dad starts talking to him. After 10 minutes, i see this is going nowhere, and tell my dad to get out, cause my brother wasn't gonna leave and i just wasn't in the mood for recording anymore.

He starts going on about how he's the father and how my little brother is supposed to do whatever he's told to and he wouldn't leave. After a minute everyone's screaming and in the end, my brother leaves.

I'm crying cause I'm stupid and with not a shard of enthusiasm, no wishes to continue the video.

FML.

Harry Potter

So I was being cool like I am, reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and suddenly I stumbled across this line that made me lol.

It goes like this.

Instead he contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: 'Let's do it tonight.'
Ron read the message, swallowed hard and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermionie. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded.

I suppose Hermionie doesn't aprove?

Of course, with my little and innocent mind, i could not thin of anything but
PARENTAL GUIDANCE WARNING

Buttseks.

No f-- way.

Being bored out of my head, I googled "Edward Cullen is"
And this is what google came up with.
Made me want to kill myself.
Honestly.

I will try...

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
What could be worse?

Light will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

And high up above or down bellow
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
And I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ingite your bones
And I will try

To FIX YOU.

Pointless, I know.

What is the difference between love and obsession?
Who draws the fine line between the two?
Has it got to do with insanity?
When does a person who loves someone start becoming obsessed and stops being in love?
What is love?
Can you really call it love when it is purely a one-side thing?

Love [luhv] noun, verb, loved, lov⋅ing.
–noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

And so on.

ob⋅ses⋅sion [uh b-sesh-uh n]
–noun
1. the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.
2. the idea, image, desire, feeling, etc., itself.
3. the state of being obsessed.
4. the act of obsessing.

dif⋅fer⋅ence [dif-er-uh ns, dif-ruh ns] noun, verb, -enced, -enc⋅ing.
–noun
1. the state or relation of being different; dissimilarity: There is a great difference between the two.
2. an instance or point of unlikeness or dissimilarity: What accounts for the differences in their behavior?
3. a significant change in or effect on a situation: His tact makes a difference in the way people accept his suggestions.
4. a distinguishing characteristic; distinctive quality, feature, etc.: The difference in the two products is quality.

Not what I was looking for.

1. the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

So technically, a one-sided love story is not quite love but obsession, eh?
Does that then mean that one cannot love if not loved back, since the definition of obsession somewhat outlines one’s feelings when “in love?”

Questions, questions, questions.

IT'S WEDNESDAY

YES, IT'S FINALLY WEDNESDAY.
AND GUESS WHAT?!
I HAVE THE SIMS 3
OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOG
OGMOGMOGMOGMOGMGO
OMGOGMOGMOGMOGMGO
OMGOGMOGMOGMGOMGO

I know, right?
Bahaha,
anyways, anyways.

IFF has always been an experience far out of normal. And today was far from different.
but FML.
That's all i have to say today.

Yeah, pretty exciting entry.
But i just had to get the Wednesday done.

IT'S THURSDAY

SO IT'S THURSDAY.
I'd planned on blogging every day for a week,
kinda like the BLOG EVERY DAY IN APRIL AHHHHHHH!
But didn't quite work.
Cause my plans never work. EVER.

And time just goes so fast sometimes.
You've got tones of homework to do over one night, but you also kinda wanted to go bike riding or whatever, just get out of it for a minute. But by the time you finish your f-ing homework, it's already dark outside and you're being called for dinner.
I had so many plans for yesterday.
Like work on my modern and finish it so I wouldn't have to do it today, go to Kinokuniya and buy Love(*)Com 7, find a nice pair of shorts, make a timetable I could stick to, make a blog entry and clean my room.
Instead, I ended up finishing my maths homework and mopping around for the rest of the day thinking of pointless stuff like you. :@
Bahah.
So I'll have to write the "IT'S WEDNESDAY" entry next Wednesday I suppose.

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANTED RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?!
Either the "Chameleon Circuit" CD signed by Alex Day or you.
Or some chocolate, whichever. Oh, or the Sims 3.
Or Lovely Complex 7.
Urgh. Too much to choose from.
Although..yeah, not really.


ARGHHHHHHH.

Change came in disguse of revelations.
Set his soul on fire.
She said she always knew he'd come around.

And the decades disappeared
Like sinking ships,
Though we persevere,
God gives us hope,
But we still fear,
We don't know.

WE DON'T F-ING KNOW.
Kinda pisses me off. We never do. ARGH.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress
But she was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands
He's getting ready for the showdown

I saw the end the minute they changed the page-

IT'S TUESDAY!

AHEM. -serious face.-

I stand here in front of you to make this complaint public.
Yes, I'm angryfaced. :@
And YES, this has got to do with "THE SECRET."

Yes, I AM addressing YOU, Caroline.
Although this involves everyo other one of you.

I think it is not only mean, but also rude and unpolite to treat a so-called-friend in such an un-trustworthy way.
Yes.


On a brighter note,
OMG.
YES, I HAVE A REASON FOR THIS ENTRY!
OMG.
TODAY
IS
THE
SECOND
OF
JUNE!

WHICH
IS
THE
OFFICIAL
RELEASE
DATE
FOR
THE
SIMS
3
IN
SINGAPORE
!
!
!

EEEEEK

Bahhaa. not like i will be getting them any time soon, but you know...Still exciting.

IT'S MONDAY!

GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS TODAY!!

Yes, it's monday, but it also is THE FIRST OF JUNE.

WHICH MAKES ME 16 YEARS AND 1 MONTH OLD, EXACTLY!
WOOT.


Exciting, I know.

discovering blogging

well today i was walking down the street. Being the awesome guy i am. And i came to the conclusion. i am awesome, te best, Legen- wait for it- dary!!

Let Me Be With You.

So it's been a pretty long time since the last time I've been here.

I have nothing to say, really.

It kinda just made my day though, i was taking a quiz online and I got the following result.



Zelda Character Are You?
Hosted By theOtaku.com: Anime

Yeah. I'm a happier person now, I think.



Oh, what joy. A non working link.
OH WELL.
I GOT LINK, SO WHO CARES?!
I'M AWESOME ANYWAY.

YEAH.

The Idea

It suddenly came to my mind.
That maybe, just maybe, things aren't what they seem.
That maybe love isn't a warm and fuzzy feeling, and there certainly are no butterflies involved.

This is not a tale of sadness and depression, but maybe, things aren't as simple as they always seemed to be.

I haven't had much reflection time today, and maybe that is why I've gotten these weird ideas.

I reckon waking up early hurts my brain cells.


Huh...this is a totally pointless post. Probably shouldn't waste your time reading it, but i guess it's too late now to be saying it. Oh well.

Untitled

No es este el relato de hazañas impresionantes, es un trozo de dos vidas que cursaron juntas un determinado trecho.

El plan: 8.000 kilómetros en 4 meses.
La meta: Explorar un continente que solo conocíamos por los libros.
El método: La improvisación.

Mientras más lejos íbamos, mas podíamos sentir al mundo cambiando... o quizás éramos nosotros.

The Motorcycle Diaries.

I should be going over my English speech, making sure everything is where it should be, and making sure I am content with it.

But I can't.

It's the music, mon. It drives me crazy, I can't go a second without replaying it in my head. Then his voice comes, repeating the same sentences over and over again.



I actually think this is the first time I've had a crush on an actor. But, meh, it's not just him, it's his character as well.



Motorcycle Diaries has completely changed my perspective on Che Guevara.

From evil communist freak, murderer and thief to someone with a heart to say the least.



There is probably about a 1,000 other things I could be saying now, about school, projects, friends, fanfiction or even the feared key-theif. But no, not today.



I know I should probably feel ashamed about posting this up, but I don't.

I really like his face expression in this, I shite you not, that is actually what makes me like it.

And if it wasn't, I'd just come out and say it.

This isn't the tale of heroic feats, it's about two lives, running parallel for a while.

The plan: 5,000 miles in 4 months.
The goal: To explore a continent
they had only known in books.
The method: improvisation.

The further they went, the more they could feel the world changing...or maybe it was them.

The Motorcycle Diaries

And it was one too many.

I'd gotten that one chainmail a number of times and because I happened to be bored out of my head at that moment, I decided to finally take it.
Although it did have a warning about how scary the results might be, I ignored it and quickly proceeded to filling in blanks.

It asked me to write the numbers 1 to 11 down the left-hand side of a blank sheet of paper.
Obediently enough, I did as told.

It told me to write numbers, names and song titles next to some of the numbers, ending up with something that looked like this.

1- 6
2- 12
3- NAME
4- NAME
5- NAME
6- NAME
7- NAME
8- Anyone else but you
9- Who Knew?
10- Viva la Vida
11- Mira Como Baila El Esqueleto

I looked at my list and snickered.
So far so good.
Then it told me to match some of the numbers and my list began looking like this.

1- 6 –Lucky number
2- 12 –Number of people whom you must forward this email to
3- NAME –The one who you Love
4- NAME –Your Best Friend
5- NAME –The one that knows you best
6- NAME –Your Lucky Star
7- NAME –The one who you like, but will never work out
8- Anyone else but you –Match with number 3
9- Who Knew? –Match with number 7
10- Viva la Vida –This is how you feel about your life
11- Mira Como Baila El Esqueleto –This is how you feel about your mind

This is where it all got too freaky.
I never liked number 7, not as to have dated him.
Number 4 and 5 were definitely right.
I did think of my life as song title 10, since not too long ago.
And, really, my mind was a little like song title 11 as well.
I wasn’t too sure about number 3, but that was not what worried me.
Number 7 had been oddly quiet last few times I’d had the chance to talk to him, and it really was beginning to worry me.

So I did go on my holidays down to the south of Chile slightly worried about this chainmail, but really didn’t let it ruin it for me.

I got a rather scary message from number 7 2 nights ago, which really did leave me worried sick, and for that same reason, I stayed up all night last night waiting for him to go online.

I gave him my phone number and he called.

And, who knew?

If someone said 3 years from now, you’d be long gone, I’d stand up and punch them out, ‘cause they’re all wrong.
I know better, ‘cause you said forever, and ever.
Who knew?