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.

48 Paintballs

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I would like to tell a story. So, I am godly at paintball, like, on a scale of 1 to kick-ass I'm up there at deadly, which is pretty frickin' great. Imagine my excitement at being invited to a friend Avi's birthday party to go paint balling. YES, I get to show off while beating down middle aged men going through midlife crisis’. Only problem, I was twelve and that would be my first time paint balling, but I knew,  I KNEW that it was my destiny to go out there and cause condensed paint to explode on the bodies of the weak.

After a thirty minute car ride in the SUV of Avi's kind mother I was ready, I was fired up and ready to run into that arena guns blazing. I got two sweatshirts on and an old pair of jeans on and a mask.

Finally, we get into the arena and I'm looking around at these yellow and blue blow up barriers, mapping out my game plan. So the first of three rounds of our game starts, and both teams are on opposite sides in a small area. We all start out pretty bad, and then we begin to get better.

So, we continue playing, havin' a good time and we're all doing well, and about five or six rounds later we are running out of paintballs. We decide that we only have enough for one last game, so we reload our guns and begin. I wanted to be efficient so I'm trying to use as many balls as possible.

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I'm sure this guy had one of these

The last round comes, and I only got around five shots, so as we're switching sides my friend lends me another five. Every shot needs to count. Round starts, I run and slide behind a barrier with three of my team backing me up. They cover me as I run to a middle barrier, and I return the favor  by taking some a guy down as they join me behind this middle barrier. After taking one more enemy down there lies only one left. He is around two-thirds across the battlefield behind a large triangular barrier and nobody can land a shot. So, in the heat of the battle, I look at these two kids I don't know and the birthday boy and I shout, "COVER ME ON THREE, ONE, TWO, THREEEEE!" I rounded the corner and ran at the speed of sound, jumped into a slide, and all of a sudden everything went into slow motion. As I slid I rotated my body and propped my gun against my shoulder. I look at this final enemy and strike the fear of a thousand armies into his heart, take perfect aim, and squeeze the trigger. "TICK." I slow to a stop and realize that that "TICK" was not the sound of a paintball leaving my gun, it was the sound of a gun without paintballs. Suddenly, everything is in fast motion and this guys snaps the barrel of his gun right at me and does not stop shooting. I felt the full frontal assault of 48 paintballs explode on my body as I lay there helpless. I'm trying to raise my hands to tell this monster that he has hit, but every time I raise an arm it just gets shot out the air. Finally he gets hit, but not after 48 PAINTBALLS made contact without my body. I had a bruise on my thigh that was a FOOTLONG FOR TWO WEEKS. Least to say, I didn't do a lot of walking after that.

Eye-Opening

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Hehehehehehe, sorry, just laughing at my genius pun in the title, let me explain. Since the beginning of humanity, the sun, or "day moon" as Charlemagne would say, has risen and set. Along with it, man has awoken and slept. Only problem? Mornings suck. If there was a physical entity of morning that took the form of a human being I would ask morning if it fell from heaven, cause so did Satan. I don't know why mornings are a thing, nor do I know why they continue to be a thing when everybody hates them. No offense morning, but I mean absolute and complete offense to you.

There is nothing on this giant sphere of rock that will ever change my opinion on mornings. Let me explain, morning is a time in which we are expected to wake up, thus ending one of my favorite things, sleep. There I am, in a state of unconscious, full body paralysis peacefully sleeping away and the sun comes up and is all like, "FEEL MY HEAT AND SEE MY LIGHT!!!!!" There I am, now awake, wondering what the hell the sun is thinking, I mean, I don't want this frickin' eye-opening experience,  hehe, now do you get the title? I'm fine laying on a mattress, in the perfect position and wrapped in blankets like a human burrito, there's nothing wrong with that. My bed is the most comforting thing that I have ever known and mornings strive to destroy those eight hours of bliss that I get to spend with it.

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I don't know, except I never not know... double negative? Anyway, a lot of the reason that I hate mornings is what follows waking up. Most of the time I have to wake up, throw my rag doll body into clothing, brush my mouth with paste, barely eat breakfast and finally fling myself onto a giant yellow bus filled with miserable children on their way to a public learning facility.  Not only that, but I also have to go to school on said bus and learn about the demographic transition while I'm still 93% asleep. Every kid at school is exhausted and somewhere around half of them didn't get around to eating breakfast, you know why? CAUSE OF FRICKIN' MORNINGS, THAT'S WHY!!! That's right, three whole exclamation marks.

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Morning is the worst at yet another one of my favorite things, food. Out of the three meals a day breakfast is definitely my least favorite. One, you barely get as much food as lunch and dinner. Two, you don't have time to eat your food, and most of the time you don't get to savor it either. On most school days I don't get to eat my whole breakfast because I don't have time, and I often find myself wrapping it in a paper towel and eating it in the middle of class. And three, breakfast just doesn't have the best food of the three, I'd much rather eat burger than a biscuit.

In the end mornings suck, and to those of you who were blessed with the power to be a morning person, enjoy it, because you will never have to know the always repeating cycle of mornings. I sleep in till' twelve whenever I can just to avoid mornings, because mornings suck, fact.