Like Seriously, No Offence

A few things I wanted to talk about today, first, I’ve updated my Dictionary/Thesaurus page. Second I wanted to talk about one the funniest people at school, she is so lost at times, you can’t help but just crack up. And Finally I wanted to talk about my dependence on a little firefox toolbar.

So the updated page, yeah, the link is up there so have fun.

Now, that girl from school, I feel so bad writing this but… I have to. Here is something she said (I’ll be referring to her as “Fas”).

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<Fas>(to the teacher) Miss, I can’t find steel on the periodic table

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<Fas>(to me) Did you say my name?
<me>Yeah.
<Fas>What did you say!?
<me>I said, “why would I ask you?”, no offence.
<Fas>No Galih, that is offensive, I wouldn’t take that.
<me>…
<Fas>Wait… I don’t take that!

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There are tons more like this but I can’t be stuffed typing them, I hope she doesn’t find out I wrote this.

Now the toolbar thing. Whenever I’m bored, I use the stumbleupon toolbar. You click the stumble button and the toolbar brings you to a random webpage about stuff you like according to your past stumbles, and a form you fill out previously, It’s a program that surfs the web for you.

Well I found myself bored just then, and I pressed the stumble button. I got a page that said the servers were under maintenance. I thought it was a joke page. So I clicked it again, but I still got the same page. It dawned on me that I wouldn’t be able to stumble just then.

You’d think I’d find something else to do, but I didn’t. I just kept staring at the screen for a few minutes.

A blank look on my face, pertaining to the turmoil within.

It was as if time stood still for me and everything else just kept going on.

The washing machine continued to whir.

The trees continued to sway in the wind.

Yet, I was frozen.

An empty shell, used up, and now, without a cause.

Its’ dependence on the bar of tools, tools that were intended to enrich its life, had ultimately caused its undoing.

Time went on.

Seconds became minutes.

Minutes became hours.

Hours became days.

Then suddenly.

Almost as if it occurred in an instant, 3 millennia had passed.

The boy frozen in time had apparently survived many, many catastrophes.

He had been buried under sediment, excavated, examined, lost, found again and examined again many times over.

But none of the events that were happening around him, or that had happened upon him could seem to stir him from his slumber.

Much like a statue of flesh he stood there for those three long millennia.

At the end of this long period, the boy finally awoke.

He found himself in a white circular room.

There were no doors or windows

It was all empty except for two things, him, and the chair he once sat down in that long time ago.

The mac guys would really love this he thought.

He looked around, his mind racing with questions.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

Damned stumbleupon!

How did I get in?

How do I get out!?

Suddenly he heard a sound.

A sound like the deep rumble of a gentle giant.

A whole collection of these sounds.

What is that!?

He stood there confused

The boy realised that the garbled glossolalia seemed to make patterns.

Are they trying to speak to me?

With this new-found knowledge, he decided to reply.

“I don’t understand!”

Silence.

The noise stopped.

“Hello?”

The boy kept calling out hoping for a reply

Where are they?

The boy grew tired.

He needed sleep.

With his last bit of strength he cried out.

“SOME ONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!”