This is the End

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Oh Lordy, after 23 posts (including this one), the end of the school year is already upon us, and with it comes this assignment. In case you didn't already know, this blog is a year-long assignment given to me in Honors English. Like this blog being an assignment, my last post of the year is also an assignment. What is that assignment you may ask? Well, I gotta answer the question "How have you changed this year?" As much as I hate talking about myself (sarcasm implied), I kinda have to, so let us begin.

I always wanted to start a blog, but I was kinda too lazy to actually make one. To be honest, I'm glad that I was forced to start a blog, it was the push I needed to actually begin blogging, and I do plan on actually continuing my blog after the school year ends (WARNING: my plans may not go as intended). Since I always wanted to make a blog, "Life as I Know it" was the name I was set on, and when my teacher told my class that our blog needed a "theme" I did the correct thing, and made sure my blog had barely any theme involved. I found a theme to be restraining, I've written 23 posts, and I can't imagine writing about the same thing every time. I guess you could say my blog's theme is "life," but I kinda dodged a bullet (sorry Mr. Parker).

Courtesy of... well... me.

I remember the beginning of the year, my first post was actually how I originally wanted this blog to be, a blog that gave life advice, and was pretty serious. My first post was about firsts, and how we should take risks in life, pretty dumb, if you ask me (and any of my classmates who gave me crap about it). My second post? Even dumber, it was about optimism and how "the glass is always full," ironic seeing how much of an optimist I am now. I think that's when I decided to become more of a comedic blog, seeing that my next post was about the godly gift of Netflix.

So, I guess that's how my blog has changed, but me? Well I don't really know, my posts show that I was a lot more serious at the beginning of the year, and as it went on, I started to relax more (in terms of attitude). I think that throughout the year I have become more and more stressed, I mean, nine of my posts are somewhat related to school. I also think I've become a little bit more of a sociopath as the year has gone on, I mean, I've tried to write several posts about the worthlessness of the problems of my fellow peers and have succeeded in writing two. Overall, I think that I've definitely matured, but (if you haven't noticed) I've also become sassier. I have masted the art of procrastination, I've learned how to complain more, but I've also learned how to appreciate things in life more. My God this sound just like how my brother likes his pizza, cheesy... I am so sorry for that last joke.

At the end of the day, thanks to anybody out there willing to actually read my blog. I'm still not sure if it's enjoyable or not, but thanks for sticking around, or even just reading one post, I leave you with my favorite gif until next time.

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Mothers

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Guess what today is? Yep, it's Mother's Day, the one day of the year where we actual take time out of day to appreciate what our mothers have done for us. If you think about it, it's kinda pathetic. Awfully blunt if I do say so myself, but to be honest, our mothers spend eighteen years and nine months of their lives taking care of us, and they only get one day? Like, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday (after Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says WTF).  That's only 18 days that they are celebrated until we go off to college, and that's counting the years where we don't even know what a day is.

Now, I'm not saying that none of us appreciate our mothers, but do we really show it? God knows I love and appreciate my mother, but to be honest, I'm kinda an arse to her most of the time. Maybe not all the time, but I barely take time to appreciate her chauffeuring me around everywhere, our making me food, or not slapping me when I don't wake up... like, ever. I think that everyday should be Mother's Day, well... maybe not everyday, because then when is there time for somebody as perfect as me?

My mom has done a great job (so far, let's hope she doesn't screw anything up) and I'm living proof of that. My brother and I, we're some pretty kickass guys, ask anybody (answers may vary). I mean, I'm pretty great, it takes a lot of work to raise a kid as great as I am. She raised a kid who is smart, athletic, handsome, and he's not at all narcissistic. Thank the Lord that she let me crash in her womb for nine months, that place was hecka' cool.

As my Instagram feed floods with people wishing their mom's a happy Mother's Day, I have to wonder, what will happen tomorrow? Will everyone wake up and see their own mother with this newfound appreciation? To be honest, I don't believe that I or anybody else will go back to treating their mothers like they have today, we'll all go back to being the unappreciative arses that haunt or mother's live until this day comes around again. Kinda sad, isn't it? As cheesy as this sound, it's true, we all really do need to appreciate our mother's, everyday.

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So, I have a preposition. Everyday, give your mom a call, or a text, or a hug, and thank her for one thing, anything at all. As dumb as this sound, I believe that our mothers deserve it. No discrimination either, give your dad a call, or a hug, or a text, and thank him too. After all, our parents are the reason that we are alive, literally. All of this goes for fathers too, but that's a post for another day.

Sorry about the seriousness of this post, I know it's not my kinda style (other than my first two posts), but I feel that this all needs to be said. Another post will be up later today, so subscribe... I guess?

Just Do It... Later (Sponsored by Nike)

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As I may have mentioned, but am much to lazy to go check if I actually have, my motivation for school is in the negatives. Yes, in fact, your eyes are reading correctly, I have generated negative motivation. I literally (and I do mean literally in a literal way) have motivation to not do my homework or study for that one final. A friend of mine, and fellow blogger Charlemagne, told me that he needs to learn to live by one quote, "If you say, 'I'll do it in the morning,' you've already lost." I, like him, desperately need to learn the same.

I remember when I would willingly stay up 'till midnight just to finish that last assignment, granted back then I had to wake up at 7:30 rather than 6:00. Now, I kinda sit there at 10 p.m. and I'm thinking,"I can wake up in the morning, I know I never have before, but this time will be different." So there I am, set my alarm for 5 a.m., and I crash. This is where the outcome become split. Option A: I hit that 1 in infinity chance of actually waking up and dazing my way through the assignment. Option B: I sleep through my alarm, it automatically shut off (not sure why it does that), my mum finds me passed out on my bed, yells at me, I chase bus without pants, realize I don't have pants, come home, grab pants, chase after bus while putting said pants on, die of exhaustion... the end. Option 3: I subconsciously turn off my alarm resulting in Option B. Finally, Option IV: I subconsciously postpone my alarm in 5-10 minute increments until I actually have to wake up (did you notice my changing of numbering on my options?).

"I can finish it in the morning, I'm like, halfway done."
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Now, I've reached the point where the quote I'm living by is "Due tomorrow, do tomorrow, due in class, do in class." *Sweet guitar riff plays in background. Hahahaha, no, it's terrible. I used to procrastinate pretty bad, but it was just doing my homework a night before it was due, and I'd be crashing by 10. Now, I am sad to say, I'm sitting in class wondering how to do my homework that is due at the end of class because I didn't pay attention last class because I was wondering how to do my homework that was due at the end of class because... and so on. It's a viscous cycle that I can't escape.

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I'm not the only one either, if I look around, my peers are the same way, we really should get it together. I mean, while I'm sitting panicking about not knowing how to finish my math homework, there are at least eight other kids doing the same thing, and one's about to pass out. I need to create a good work ethic for when I'm out in the real world and now is the time to make one. Man that sounded like Mom advise... well, to be honest, I and my peers really should. Personally, I think that I just gotta do it... next year right?

Dawn of the Final Month

Low quality picture courtesy of Dump A Day

Finally, after dragging my near soulless body through endless hours of assignments, tests, homework, quizzes, and notes,  summer is almost here. HALLELUJAH! Thank the lord! We are simply a single month away from break and I couldn't be happier, because my motivation as dropped to an all time low. Some of us may leave on vacation, but simply not having to  go to school is a blessing from above.

Now, obviously a month sounds like a lot right now, and a lot as in a lot, I mean a hella long ways away, but if you think about it, AP and SAGE/CORE/whatever standardized test we are forced to take, are either happening now, or soon, and after that it's all just going through the motion.

Seriously though, I have had negative infinite motivation to do anything for school. For example... this post was originally written for Spring Break a day before we were released. Yep, that's how lazy I've become, and I feel like that's how everybody else is too. What I mean is it's the time of the year where we have been beaten down to to the point in which most of us have been broken by school, myself included. It has come to the time when everybody starts to hate each other, kinda like how I am throughout the whole year (no offense).


All we gotta do is use the last of our energy to fling our soulless bodies through the hours of studying and weeks of testing and bam... freedom. Damn, now that I've typed it down, that sounds excruciating, welp, welcome to the life of a student am I right? *silently sobs* All I have is an AP test, a Math test, a standardized Math test, an English final, three AP Human Geography finals, a Biology Final, a Biology standardized test, and a an English standardized test, YES.

Even lower quality comic courtesy of Pleated Jeans

In all honesty, school has broken me, after waking up at six every week day only to spend half my day sobbing in a building stuffed with students just like me, and to come home to spend the other half of my day slaying away at homework has broken me. Surprised? I'm not. Now I get to do all of that and get to worry about tests and my final grade.

Let me talk about Summer. Summer is a time in which we students aren't tempted to knock ourselves out every other second of the day, and I can't wait for that moment. Summer is a time where I get to spend most of my time sleeping, even when I'm awake, I can just be like, "Hey, imma take a nap, cool cool." A time where I don't have to squint all day because my lack of sleep and lack of having my eyes closed doesn't make my eyes burn throughout the day. Summer is paradise, and right now, us students are just about to wash ashore after drowning in the endless ocean of our own sweat and tears caused by school.

Until then, just try to survive.

Nap Time

In school like
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This is This Week, and This Week has both physically and emotionally drained me, which, in turn, has shown me the way. Recently, I have let a special something in my life, a thing that we all crave day by day, and once we find it, we love it and never let go. Yes indeed, I am talking about naps. Who new that the you could sleep... IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.

So, let me tell you of my discovery. It's Monday, I think... I don't know, but it's a day of the week, and I just got home from the orthodontist (exciting right). I'm straight up exhausted, I'm so tired, that I'm tired of being tired and miss not being tired, I fell asleep like, three or four times while the orthodontist was working on my teeth. Worst of all, they kept asking me things, and my mind told me that I responded, but I really didn't. This caused me to just be laying there, unconscious, and every time they have to tell me to move my head to the side or open wider, they have to jolt me awake nearly stabbing the insides of my mouth.

Anyway, I finally get home after a sleepy car ride. After watching two episodes on Netflix and eating second lunch (what, it's not like people only have three square meals a day?), you might as well have changed my last name to Hollow, cause' I was Sleepy... sorry. Then all of a sudden, as if the gates of heaven opened on my mother's mind, she spoke the blessed words of a goddess, "Why don't you take a nap?" GENIUS, why didn't I think of that in all my genius!

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So, I throw my body down two flights of stairs and drag my body to my room. There, I happily threw myself into the bed, didn't even care about changing clothes. After about a half hour of full body paralysis and unconsciousness, my PaPa came in to rise me from my slumber to consume first dinner. I somewhat remember trying to respond, but my body was all like, "No, no, no, you love the bed, you love sleep." Knocked out for another half an hour and I finally wake up. Only an hour has passed, but I'm so disoriented that I thought a night had passed and I woke up in the morning. So, like a... a... a baby sheep... stuck in a... labyrinth, yeah, so like a baby sheep stuck in a labyrinth, I wander up stairs. There I find my mother, who asks me what time I went to sleep, I look outside to see that the sun is about to set and I'm freakin' out. I slept through a whole day, I missed school, it's finals week and I MISSED SCHOOL, oh no, oh no. All the while my mother is sitting there, watching me slowly slip into insanity, until she finally steps in asking what I'm talking about, it's still Tuesday (Aha! So this was Tuesday). Low and behold I still have another four hours before I should head to bed, thank God too.

I don't know man, I'm feeling Jake the Dog today
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So how do I spend my time? I go back to bed ASAP. Lesson of the story? Naps are amazing, they are just a form of day sleeping, and sleeping is up there with... with... with waking up and looking at the clock to realize you still got another four hours to sleep before going to school. There's even a foundation for sleeping, but sleeping is a blog for another day.

This Week

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Once again the end of the quarter is upon us, for the few of you whose school's don't realize that trimesters don't make an ounce of sense, pretend that it's the end of the trimester for you. Indeed this dark week is upon us, filled with finals and tests that seem to plunge a fist down your throat and rip out your soul. Awfully dark isn't it?

That is what it feels like though, school this year in general has made me feel like I'm drowning in syrup, and unless you Canadian (sorry Sam), that's not a good time. Now I feel like I'm drowning in the fiery flames of Hell while shouldering the weight of the sky on my back and I gotta participate in the Spelling Bee with stage fright. That is a fate truly worse than death. Some teachers don't realize that they are simply 1/8 of my educational experience at school, so, FOUR PROJECTS ASSIGNED IN ONE CLASS IS NOT OKAY. I'm fine if a teacher assigns these a month or two ahead and I procrastinate it, that's on me, but some teachers thinks it's okay to give already stressed out, hormonal, children several tests and multiple projects assigned in ONE DAMN WEEK.

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Now, I know I've written about this before, but right now my problem isn't so much having to manage my tests and projects, I mean, who needs sleep, right? My problem is being a stereotypical Asian kid who needs to be... THE BEST AROOOUND! NOTHING'S EVER GONNA KEEP YA' DOWN... sorry.... Not to brag, but just to brag, I have never gotten anything less than an A, I'm that one kid that everybody hates because he can't handle the pressure of that little minus on the end of what I wish was simply an A. Hey, I'm Asian, not Basian (actually Wasian). To brag again, I've never really struggled with achieving the gold stars, but now, at the end of the quarter, I have two B+'s, TWO! I'm kinda freakin' out, both of these classes have little to no assignments left to bring my grade up and one doesn't offer extra credit. AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I can feel your hate towards my complaining. I don't know, a lot of why students hate school, trust me, everybody hates school, is because not only do we have to wake up at ridiculously early times, but we have to go to school for seven hours, spend two-four hours of homework right after, all while attending after school activities. Not to mention, I kinda suck at being on it. I'm sitting there on Netflix and suddenly, I remember my assignments, I then continue to stressfully watch Netflix. I try to get out of this viscous cycle, the only problem is, I don't want to. Motivation is one of the few things I lack, if food, sleep, or entertainment is not involved, I barely get to it, and the only reason I do get some things done is because I have to and I care about my future.

It's alllll just bad biscuits.

Everybody Talks Too Much

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Ever since my post on the gaming world I kinda dig the two posts on one subject back-to-back. This post will be one of those posts, and possibly my next one will too, I find these two part blog posts to give me more room to write about topics I am... "passionate" about.

So, as a freshman in high school I have a lot of classmate who CARE ABOUT NOTHING. For a lot of high schoolers, this four year period of time is apparently the only thing that they'll have for the rest of their lives. Guess what? IT'S NOT. Little do they know that they have a whole 60-100 (possibly) years of their life left, you know, depending on if humanity completely screws itself over or not, we'll see. If you listen to kids of my age, they believe that they have soooooo many problems, "I gotta be popular, and keep up with track, and get a grade (doesn't even have to be a good one), and be cool, and maintain a relationship with Robert, and please my parents, and maintain my reputation, and make sure that I have so many friends that I can't name them in one sitting (I did, in fact, have a girl tell me that I didn't have any friends if I could name them all in one sitting), and I haaaaaaave to look good while doing it, and..." and so on, and so on. I get it, except I don't, people (and not just high schoolers) need to learn how to look at the big picture, not too big though, as that will lead to the realization that on a universal scale, nothing you do matters, but don't think like that, nihilism is not fun (trust me). They also have to realize that these problems DO NOT MATTER. I know that a lot of people have problems at home, but let's admit it, a lot of us have it really good, and there is always somebody that has it worse.

KAMEHAMEHA!!! sorry...
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Now, being half Taiwanese, the little island South East of China that seems to not exist, yeah that's us, I have experienced racism, and let me tell you, I really think it's dumb. Let me just say, I am aware that there is some bullying that is ridiculously extreme, I am not talking about this kind of bullying. A lot of people complain about rumors, who says what about somebody else, or people talking crap about them online. My question, WHY DO YOU CARE? Again, back to high school apparently encompassing your entire life, so many people don't realize that most people you know, will be nonexistent when you grow up. If someone insults you, that doesn't make you a bad person, that makes the arse who insulted you a monster who somehow detached themselves of the body of another human being and learned how to talk because that person is most definitely, an asshole who deserves to get Super Saiyan 4 Kamehameha'd to the face (view photo if confused). As much as people want it to happen, trying to stop bullying is like trying to stop a freight train with a pebble, it's not gonna happen.

In the end, I guess I'm just sick of having to physically be around people who care so much about so little, but you'll hear a lot about me below.

Talking Heads

In Da Club Like

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SELF FIVE! Sorry, but do you see what I did here? I posted the post I wrote first, last. This way these pair of posts are in sequential order! Imma genius, GO ME! That up there is my victory dance. Anyway, so my last post was about everybody else, this one's about me.

First, I mentioned in the post above that I experienced racism due to my Asian complexation. This is in fact true, and to be honest, it didn't hurt me at all. I am awfully witty, if I were to ask myself, and if there's one rule to absolutely destroying somebody at a game of insults that they started, it's to be the smarter person, luckily, being the overconfident, cocky, genius, this was pretty easy for me. Yet, I never had to use this ability to brutally destroy my enemies when racism was applied. It actually ended up helping me out. If you know me personally, you know that I am the biggest racist that I know (against Asians, specifically Asians). A lot of people ask me why, and the reason that I do so is to create an impenetrable shield, how are you going to be a racist when I can be a better racist. That's right, I'm smarter than you and a better racist. In terms of just general bullying, I used to go through the effort of actually snapping back, but as the years went on I realized that I don't and will never care, and they realized it too. I mean, if you don't like me, that's a lose lose situation, you actually have to spend energy on not liking me, and your missing out on allllll of this. Insulting me was like insulting a brick, a cool brick though, like, playing smooth jazz cool brick.

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Now, this is my first year of high school one of the things that I have enjoyed the least, was those around me who cared. I used to sit there and listen to, "The problem is, Rachel likes Kent, but Kent likes Tiffany, and nobody knows who Tiffany likes, but rumor has it that John has his eyes on Tiffany too, but Kent and John are best friends, and last Summer Kent kissed John's sister, who is actually Tiffany's step sister, and and and.." Now, I am glad to say that anytime I even sense that somebody is about to go on a ridiculous rant like that, I bluntly tell them to stop emitting sound. People believe that I am extremely bitter, but, sociopathic traits aside, I just took the whole "honesty is policy" rule to the extremes. People wonder why I forget their names, or even their existence, it's because I don't know you outside of the building that I am forced to attend five days a week. Therefore, my brain assumes that it's useless information, as Sherlock Holmes once said, "Listen. This is my hard drive and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish. And that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters. Do you see?... Oh! How? What does that matter? So we go 'round the sun. If we went 'round the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear it wouldn't make any difference. All that matters to me is the work. Without that my brain rots. Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world." If you haven't watched Sherlock definitely watch it. I admire Sherlock in a way, he reminds of... well, me.