Problems With The Worlds
I seem to have a different personality for every “life” I lead. Not just in the way i act, but in the way I think too, for example, in my home and school lives I’d probably think twice about pushing people over the edge and crossing lines, on the other hand whenever I’m out on one of those nights, I would push people over the edge jus for the hell of it.
Having these different personalities has its advantages. For one, it makes my lies seem a lot more believable. Reading and manipulating people become a lot easier. And it really helps in keeping up whatever image I’m trying to portray.
But it does have it’s downfalls. Usually I automatically switch back and forth between personalities pretty easily, but sometimes when I’m a bit tired or a bit… fuzzy in the head, I can’t switch back and forth between personalities that fast.
If that happens, people, from whom I would like to hide parts of my personality, end up seeing glimpses of the less savoury parts of my personality…
But anywho… meh I’ve made it my resolution to disolve all, well most of, my barriers and really be myself… in I think 2 years time would be a good schedule, there are a few things that will rock the boat when they come out..
Hymn Of The Matchmaker
I started writing down some gibberish
while I was waiting for the bus the other day and I came up with this
totally fluffy poem about a matchmaker I think… (I kinda stole lines
off of the chorus of that Lion King song though…)
Can you see what’s happening,
And they don’t have a clue.
They’ll start to chat, and before they know it,
They’ll be that special two.
The sweet caress of twilight,
There’s magic everywhere,
And with all this romantic atmosphere,
Love is in the air.
There’s so much that he wants to tell her,
But he doesn’t know where to start.
If only someone would tell him ’bout,
The best way into her heart.
No more holding back, no more hiding,
He ignores his ego and his pride,
He makes his move to be the one,
Forever by her side.
Can you feel the love tonight,
You needn’t look to far.
Stealing through, the night’s uncertainties,
Love is where they are.
And if all goes to planned tonight,
Then it can be assumed,
With all this passion and chemistry,
New love has just bloomed.
Bricks And Mortar? Not Really…
Before I start, I should mention that the Indonesian word for brick, batu bata, is uncredibly similar to the Indonesian word for coal, batu bara.
This Tuesday, I’ve got my Indonesian oral exam, so in yesterday’s class, I had a practice session with the teacher.we went through the usual topics, including describing my house. He asked me to describe my house, to which I answered;
Bagian depan rumah saya terbuat dari batu bara sedangkan bagian belakangnya terbuat dari kayu.
(The front part of my house is made of coal while the back part is made of wood)
At which point he gave me a funny look, and I realised that I had just made an idiotic mistake. But instead of correcting myself i decided to pull this little risky number, I followed up that statement with this comment;
Itulah kenapa keluarga saya merasa amat khawatir setiap kali kami mengadakan barberque di rumah. Kami takut rumah kami akan terbakar karena batu bara dan kayu memang gampang sekali terbakar.
(That’s why my family get really worried whenever we have a barberque at home. We’re afraid that our house will burn down since coal and wood are very flamable)
Thankfully that made the teacher laugh, good thing I was thinking on my feet<(^_^”)>
Sudden Unexpected Depth
Wise is probably the last quality most people I know would attribute me with. Most people would just write me off as immature and pretty naïve, which is really sad. Whenever my friends are in a bad place, mentally, or going through stuff, I get the hugest urges to just yell at them “LET ME HELP YOU”.
People think I that I don’t have the metal capacity to handle or even think about adult problems. In spite of this, the truth is, unfortunately,
I do.
I do know about real problems. not just the stupid kind most teenagers would usually be bitching about, but real problems that most people don’t even have to think about until they reach their thirties.
It’s just so frustrating when you know you they need help and you know you can help.
But then people say “If you’re so mature, then why don’t you start acting mature? Then maybe other people will start to take you seriously.“
The answer is, I prefer acting immature, ‘coz it’s fun. But I can switch it off when the need arises. And the need does arise when a friend is in need.
So if anyone is reading this… come to me when you have a problem, I’m an awesome listener, an exceptional secret-keeper and pretty much unbearably empathic.
I’ll Tell You Why, I’ts ‘Coz You’ve Changed!
I’ve been thinking about the last decade of my life a lot lately.
I’ve changed a lot.
When I was seven, I was totally outgoing and extroverted, I’d make friends as easily as I breathed, it was just “Hello, you wanna play?”. I loved showing off and my favourite thing to do is to jump of high places, I loved the feeling of falling and TV was something you watched only when you’re sick and couldn’t go to school. Fashion for me was whatever my mum picked out for me.
Then some time while I was in the second or third grade I changed. I realised I was different. I suffer from spinal muscular dystrophy and I had an abnormal gait. I began to shy away from situations that would put me in the spotlight since I didn’t want anyone to see that I was different and laugh at me. I started to hate heights, the mere thought of the sensation of falling would send shivers up my spine. I became more introverted, and making new friends turned into a chore. I grew to be more subversive and reserved and my interests changed from running around with friends to activities which I could do on my own, like reading, or watching TV. Fashion for me now was whatever was on top of the pile in my wardrobe.
In year seven I made some of the best friends I have ever made, we shared interests, hung out, had fun and we were all still incredibly immature for our age. Unfortunately my family’s financial situation meant that I couldn’t have all the things other kids had, and I often felt like I was left out, but we still had a hell of a lot of fun anywho. My interest in music was sparked during this time. It was sparked by Pokémon, of all things. Unfortunately, those guys had to move away and it was a long time till I made any friends as close they were. That time, fashion for me was a dark coloured top and beige-ish pants.
In years eight through nine I was just weird.Though, still reserved I yearned to show the world who I was. I started to stand out in subtle ways. I adopted weird habits and learned quirky skills. I musically yearned for the last decade, growing up on a steady diet of television, I became a child of the 90’s my music was the garage bands of old and hits made famous by the great idiot box. I had tons of friends, but none as close as those before. I gained quite a bit of weight in this period. Back then fashion for me was a t-shirt and a pair of ill-fitting jeans.
At around year ten I started to feel comfortable in my own skin. My empathic abilities really started to grow, and because of that I really started to mature, a bit too much thought probably, I learned how to lie incredibly well and use those skill to get what I want. I grew much braver and learnt to voice my opinions, especially to those whom I used to fear. I adopted the motto “Try it at least once”, and that motto has led to numerous amazing experiences. I started to get bored of everything and ended up being pretty indifferent My music then was any pop-punk that was horribly mainstream, and my fashion was a t-shirt, a shirt over that and again ill-fitting jeans.
Now I’m in year twelve, at the end of my schooling years. I’ve come to accept who I am and would shout it at the top of my lungs if it weren’t for how complicated things would get. Most of my weird habits are pretty much gone, and only surface when I’m both bored and high, I can stand up to pretty much anyone, if I don’t it’s usually because it would cause a huge inconvenience. The way I act is more mainstream, though I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not. I’m definitely starting to be more extroverted again, thanks to an awesome group of friends. I lie for fun and also have learned that bad manners aren’t always a bad thing when you know where to use them. I still strive to stand out subtly. My music is now whatever I think sounds good depending on my mood, and fashion is now layered neutral tones with splashes of vibrant colour to spice it up and balance it out.
I wonder who I’ll become in the next decade.
La Nouvelle Liste Musique
So I got a couple of new playlists up…
yeah…
that’s it…
I wonder what people think of my taste in music…
Laughing At Myself
Something I’ve learnt to do a while ago, is how to laugh at myself. Whenever my foolishness results in something bad happening to me, I used to come up with the stupidest reasons why it was somehow not my fault. Now, I’ve learnt to laugh at myself about it.
A good example would be on Wednesday. I had stayed after school for this physics thing, I hate transistor circuits, and some of my friends stayed after school as well. I was planning to ask them for a lift home, but I was 5 minutes late getting out of class and they left me behind to walk all the way home. The old me would have gotten über pissed and blamed them and acted bitchy towards them for the rest of the week. Instead, I recognised that it was totally my fault, I didn’t even tell them I stayed after school; how could they have known to wait for me, and I just went on waking totally amused by the whole idea.
An even better example was last… Monday or Thursday, I forget. I was hanging out in the VCE lounge at school, I had double free last periods. Anywho, I went to sit on one of the many tabletops there. Apparently half my arse missed the table. What happened next, I was told, was incredibly strange, but this is what happened from my perspective.
I thought something felt strange.
I realised then, half my arse wasn’t on the table.
I started to lose my balance.
My legs flew to the air.
My arms started flailing.
I started leaning towards the side.
I was panicking.
I desperately tried to balance myself.
Then… I realised all was lost.
To escape my fate.
I gave up.
Oh.. Fuck it I thought
I stopped resisting gravity.
I fell.
Apparently my fall didn’t make a single sound. Everyone who was there told me that as hit everything was quiet until they heard my hysterical laughter, and also, they said that my fall looked as if it was in slow motion.
What can I say.. I am a very graceful guy.
Chat Quote #5-6, Girls…
I hear a whole bunch of crazy stuff at school and I just feel like sharing it all<(^_^)>. I’ll start off this series with a couple of quotes.
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This girl didn’t seem that naive it, apparently she is…
<Apparently naive girl>What’s a orgasm?
I then proceeded to explain what masturbation was.
<Apparently naive girl>But why do guys do that? What’s the point of it?
I can imagine on her wedding night she’ll be like…”Why do you have to put that in there? What’s the point of that?
Then on Saturday night on MSN she said the following
<Apparently naive girl>there iz a point on ur wedding nite
<Apparently naive girl>how u guyz do It
<Apparently naive girl>ders no point
<Apparently naive girl>u noe on ur wedding nite u can do that
<Apparently naive girl>but not now
<Apparently naive girl>thtz jus gross
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<Airhead girl>Girls milk babies with their boobies.
You can milk babies???
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Anywho yeah… I’ll keep more coming
Chat Quote #4 – Buttface
This happenned last year… or the year before that… I was at a sleep over at some friends’ (NiFizKim) house and it was kinda late at night, and I just kinda felt usil. Fiz was sleepy and the following events ensued….
I started poking Fiz’ forehead.
<Fiz>Stop touching my butt…
<me>So is this your butt then?
Still poking his forehead.
<Fiz>Wait…No…I mean…
<me>Ok… I’ll stop touching your butt, Buttface.
And from that day forward we call him buttface<(^_^)>
Mesjid Westall Saved My TV
I spent yesterday re-arranging furniture coz my mum said so.
We moved the TV to the other side of the room, unfortunately there wasn’t an antenna/TV/plug on the other side of the room (we use a rooftop TV antenna not those ones you stick on top of the TV), and we threw out all our coat-hanger antennas when we moved to our new house.
I had a problem on my plate, I was going to miss Grey’s Anatomy.
Then, my mind took me back to the days of when all the kids used to hang out in that little room at Mesjid Westall while the old people listened to their ceramah. Us kids used to get seriously bored, until I realised that we could plug computer speakers, which they had in the cupboard, into our Mp3 players to get some loud music, but that wasn’t going to get my TV problem solved.
I then also remembered how we got the TV in that room working. We had tried to use a coat-hanger antenna that we found in the filing cabinets, but we couldn’t get a decent picture. I, with some caution, tried plugging the computer mouse, also in the filing cabinet, into the antenna plug and to our surprise, we got almost crystal clear picture.
So I tried that at home, it worked, I got really good picture and sound, except for ABC which I don’t watch much anywho, Now I won’t miss Grey’s.
