xD
I always have so much fun hanging out with Keren-ha. She's awesome. And guess what! SHE GOT HER BRACES REMOVED TODAY!! YAAAAY!
I've decided I want to go to England for college :D
I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING A BLOG POST. I'M DONE. BYEEEE!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Me Notebook
So, for my birthday, I got a notebook. I had no idea what I wanted to do with this notebook, but then I decided I would fill it with my own literature. I started writing my poems in it, and short stories, but then it turned out to sort of help me channel my thoughts and simply write about life. Yeah, most of you would call that a diary, but it totally isn't. Anyways, I wanted to copy some stuff down on the computer and wanted to post them on blogger, so... yeah. (YAY FOR LONG BLOG POST!) Warning: Some of these poems/notes make absolutely no sense or don't even rhyme. I wasn't really paying attention to what exactly I was writing :P
What am I?
What do you see when you look at me?
Am I a stranger to you in this world,
Or something more?
If I came to you, would you shut the door in my face?
If I tried to get closer to you,
Would you push me away?
What am I to you?
Smoke
The smoke is thick, covering my eyes.
It's toxic, filling my lungs with filth.
I want to scream out, but I only manage to cough.
I'm blind, my eyes are stinging, my throat closing.
I try to find my way through this hell,
To get back to my sanctuary.
I battle with the smoke, losing my strength,
Thinking that my efforts are useless.
Where did this smoke come from?
Where is the fire? Does it even exist?
I'm searching for answers, my mind is storming,
And I finally figure it out.
The smoke begins to clear, I'm starting to breathe,
I'm not in any pain.
It turns out this smoke was something different.
...It was only confusion.
Stop
All these sensations
Too confusing to bear,
I keep looking for you,
But you're never there.
I try to control my feelings,
But I simply cannot,
Why can't I have a button
That has the option "Stop"?
Just give me a minute,
That's all I'm asking for.
A second to gather my thoughts,
To stop asking for more.
Stop me from drowning,
Give me a chance to sleep.
Just stop.
I am a poet
I am a poet,
Though not all things rhyme,
A master of words,
The twister of time.
I create things with my paper and pen,
I make people remember again.
I can create worlds,
And tear them down with ease.
I can write about you,
And you will do as I please.
So be weary of a poet,
The rhymer of words,
The joker of life.
Their pens don't only create words,
They also work well as a knife.
Affection
Almost everyone has someone to show their affection to, even if the other person doesn't know it. People do crazy things for so-called "love". They try to get the other person's attention, and give them little hints that they care about them. They dream. They dream that someday those two people will be together. Sometimes, you're too nervous to even talk to them, but you show your affection in different ways. But... What if that person that you "love" says something about you and they have no idea that you heard? It brings your hopes down... You force yourself to keep trying to win them over, to try even harder. But now, when you look at them, it somehow feels wrong. As if you're having second thoughts on whether you even have feelings for them. You feel like you've spent all your affection and you have nothing to hold on to. A stupid comment of "She's too tall for me" did that to me.
Get back up
If you fall, get back up.
You must stand tall and search for luck.
Don not dwell on things passed by,
Don't look back, because time flies.
Try your best, be prepared,
Do some things you've never dared.
Get back up, don't fall down,
You must smile instead of frown.
When the rain is pouring,
And you want to quit,
Think of your goal,
Make it fit.
Work hard for what you want,
Don't give up or get second thoughts.
Just get back up.
~~
Sadly, that's all I've managed to write in it so far. I'm bored. And these poems aren't that great. Blagh. I just wanted to write. Anyways, there we go. I'm happy now. Actually, I wanna go for a walk. Then I'll be happy.
What am I?
What do you see when you look at me?
Am I a stranger to you in this world,
Or something more?
If I came to you, would you shut the door in my face?
If I tried to get closer to you,
Would you push me away?
What am I to you?
Smoke
The smoke is thick, covering my eyes.
It's toxic, filling my lungs with filth.
I want to scream out, but I only manage to cough.
I'm blind, my eyes are stinging, my throat closing.
I try to find my way through this hell,
To get back to my sanctuary.
I battle with the smoke, losing my strength,
Thinking that my efforts are useless.
Where did this smoke come from?
Where is the fire? Does it even exist?
I'm searching for answers, my mind is storming,
And I finally figure it out.
The smoke begins to clear, I'm starting to breathe,
I'm not in any pain.
It turns out this smoke was something different.
...It was only confusion.
Stop
All these sensations
Too confusing to bear,
I keep looking for you,
But you're never there.
I try to control my feelings,
But I simply cannot,
Why can't I have a button
That has the option "Stop"?
Just give me a minute,
That's all I'm asking for.
A second to gather my thoughts,
To stop asking for more.
Stop me from drowning,
Give me a chance to sleep.
Just stop.
I am a poet
I am a poet,
Though not all things rhyme,
A master of words,
The twister of time.
I create things with my paper and pen,
I make people remember again.
I can create worlds,
And tear them down with ease.
I can write about you,
And you will do as I please.
So be weary of a poet,
The rhymer of words,
The joker of life.
Their pens don't only create words,
They also work well as a knife.
Affection
Almost everyone has someone to show their affection to, even if the other person doesn't know it. People do crazy things for so-called "love". They try to get the other person's attention, and give them little hints that they care about them. They dream. They dream that someday those two people will be together. Sometimes, you're too nervous to even talk to them, but you show your affection in different ways. But... What if that person that you "love" says something about you and they have no idea that you heard? It brings your hopes down... You force yourself to keep trying to win them over, to try even harder. But now, when you look at them, it somehow feels wrong. As if you're having second thoughts on whether you even have feelings for them. You feel like you've spent all your affection and you have nothing to hold on to. A stupid comment of "She's too tall for me" did that to me.
Get back up
If you fall, get back up.
You must stand tall and search for luck.
Don not dwell on things passed by,
Don't look back, because time flies.
Try your best, be prepared,
Do some things you've never dared.
Get back up, don't fall down,
You must smile instead of frown.
When the rain is pouring,
And you want to quit,
Think of your goal,
Make it fit.
Work hard for what you want,
Don't give up or get second thoughts.
Just get back up.
~~
Sadly, that's all I've managed to write in it so far. I'm bored. And these poems aren't that great. Blagh. I just wanted to write. Anyways, there we go. I'm happy now. Actually, I wanna go for a walk. Then I'll be happy.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The importance of Chocolate
Me:
If you don't understand how important chocolate is in the society of girls, you need to read this.
CHOCOLATE IS IMPORTANT
IT'S THE FUEL OF LIFE!
IT'S THE ONLY THING IN THIS WORLD THAT SAYS "I STILL LOVE YOU. I WILL COMFORT YOU FOREVER WITH MY CREAMY CHOCOLATEY-NESS AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU"
IT IS THE GLORY AND PRIZED POSSESSION OF A WOMAN
WHEN MEN FAIL HER AND SHE NEEDS LOVE SHE WILL TURN TO CHOCOLATE :'D
Chocolate... Is our friend.
That is why a man should always give a woman chocolate.
A man:
Hah! You're kidding, right?
Me:
No way!
I'm completely serious
100%
Chocolate is not a thing to joke about
It is a great DECLARATION OF LOVE! :'D
Men turn to a woman when they need comforting, but a woman cannot rely on a man. So she turns to chocolate. And the chocolate comforts her without questioning her or thinking she's lonely and needs a social life.
WHEN MAN FAILS, A WOMAN TURNS TO CHOCOLATE! IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR HER
A man:
You make it sound like we're lazy and heartless. Not all men are like that!
Me:
If not all men were like that, we women would not need chocolate. But we do. And you are.
~~
Okay, not *all* men are like that. But chocolate is very important. This is my perspective on chocolate. xD No offense to men.
If you don't understand how important chocolate is in the society of girls, you need to read this.
CHOCOLATE IS IMPORTANT
IT'S THE FUEL OF LIFE!
IT'S THE ONLY THING IN THIS WORLD THAT SAYS "I STILL LOVE YOU. I WILL COMFORT YOU FOREVER WITH MY CREAMY CHOCOLATEY-NESS AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU"
IT IS THE GLORY AND PRIZED POSSESSION OF A WOMAN
WHEN MEN FAIL HER AND SHE NEEDS LOVE SHE WILL TURN TO CHOCOLATE :'D
Chocolate... Is our friend.
That is why a man should always give a woman chocolate.
A man:
Hah! You're kidding, right?
Me:
No way!
I'm completely serious
100%
Chocolate is not a thing to joke about
It is a great DECLARATION OF LOVE! :'D
Men turn to a woman when they need comforting, but a woman cannot rely on a man. So she turns to chocolate. And the chocolate comforts her without questioning her or thinking she's lonely and needs a social life.
WHEN MAN FAILS, A WOMAN TURNS TO CHOCOLATE! IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR HER
A man:
You make it sound like we're lazy and heartless. Not all men are like that!
Me:
If not all men were like that, we women would not need chocolate. But we do. And you are.
~~
Okay, not *all* men are like that. But chocolate is very important. This is my perspective on chocolate. xD No offense to men.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
November
Yesterday I decided I really wanted to write a blog post. I'm not sure about what, but I just did. I can't believe it's already November. Time seems to pass so fast... I'm starting to see why adults tell you to enjoy childhood while you have it, because before you know it you'll be totally grown up. It's kind of scary. So, I've decided I'm going to enjoy the little amount of years of teenage-hood that I still have. I also can't believe I'm 14. Well, I guess I have an entire year to process that. But like I said, time passes by quickly. Ugh, I'm just running around in loops right now.
I've started reading the Percy Jackson series, and it's amazing. I need the next book! Today someone asked me if reading was my passion. I contemplated this, and it's definitely one of them. I have others, such as drawing and taking pictures, but reading's definitely up in my favorite 3. I really approve of reading. I need more books x3!
I just looked up lists of emoticons. I was so overwhelmed by the awesomess of so much EMOTICON INFO! xD
I'm losing the little bit of inspiration I had to write a blog post. I shall put this to an end. Tootles.
I've started reading the Percy Jackson series, and it's amazing. I need the next book! Today someone asked me if reading was my passion. I contemplated this, and it's definitely one of them. I have others, such as drawing and taking pictures, but reading's definitely up in my favorite 3. I really approve of reading. I need more books x3!
I just looked up lists of emoticons. I was so overwhelmed by the awesomess of so much EMOTICON INFO! xD
I'm losing the little bit of inspiration I had to write a blog post. I shall put this to an end. Tootles.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Come on.
Oh brother. My last post was... Spontaneous and I felt like writing it. You guys are weird to be weirded out. Hmph.
I don't usually write something like that and it's not really something people write about (unless it's Lily because she can always write about her boyfriend without anyone going o-O)but I felt like writing it so there. And I really needed to write that down.
So there you go.
I'm not a robot.
I don't usually write something like that and it's not really something people write about (unless it's Lily because she can always write about her boyfriend without anyone going o-O)but I felt like writing it so there. And I really needed to write that down.
So there you go.
I'm not a robot.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Theories not good enough to prove
Ah, school... You go to school on the very first day and you have no idea what's going on. Who is who and what your classes are.
Time passes, you're meeting new people and getting acquainted with others that at the beginning of the year you never thought you would have anything to do with them. But time goes by, and you get to know them better, and realize that they're really awesome people. You start taking an interest in them that could be for the better or for the worse. You find little ways to get to know them better, to hang out with each other. And then a hint catches your eye. And then another. You're so excited about these hints, but warn yourself not to think too much of it and get your hopes up. So you decide to give little hints back, easy enough to be mistaken for just friendliness. Days go by, and you're catching any little action that could be interpreted as something more than just being nice. From the beginning you thought they might actually like you. So you observe. And then, after a couple of weeks or so, you realize that you're starting to like them. It's unbelievable that you let yourself fall for them so easily. But you can't help it. You feel happy, yet tortured. It takes all your energy to resist blurting out something you don't want them to know... yet. And you realize, that even though your theory isn't good enough to prove, you feel content with the little level of friendship that you have together. And you realize that you can wait, although every day you're starting to like them more and more.
Time passes, you're meeting new people and getting acquainted with others that at the beginning of the year you never thought you would have anything to do with them. But time goes by, and you get to know them better, and realize that they're really awesome people. You start taking an interest in them that could be for the better or for the worse. You find little ways to get to know them better, to hang out with each other. And then a hint catches your eye. And then another. You're so excited about these hints, but warn yourself not to think too much of it and get your hopes up. So you decide to give little hints back, easy enough to be mistaken for just friendliness. Days go by, and you're catching any little action that could be interpreted as something more than just being nice. From the beginning you thought they might actually like you. So you observe. And then, after a couple of weeks or so, you realize that you're starting to like them. It's unbelievable that you let yourself fall for them so easily. But you can't help it. You feel happy, yet tortured. It takes all your energy to resist blurting out something you don't want them to know... yet. And you realize, that even though your theory isn't good enough to prove, you feel content with the little level of friendship that you have together. And you realize that you can wait, although every day you're starting to like them more and more.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Huzzah!
My birthday gifts:
PLAY-DOH! :D
The AMAZING FIRST SEASON OF GLEE!
KT Tunstall's new album!
A sweater!!
Tie-dye kit!
A notebook!!
20 PESOS!
Bubble wrap! :D
And A FREAKING LAPTOP!
And I am soooooo freaking grateful for all of these gifts! Every one of them means soooooo much to me. I really, really love them all.
Thanks, family! ^.^
I had an extremely amazing birthday.
PLAY-DOH! :D
The AMAZING FIRST SEASON OF GLEE!
KT Tunstall's new album!
A sweater!!
Tie-dye kit!
A notebook!!
20 PESOS!
Bubble wrap! :D
And A FREAKING LAPTOP!
And I am soooooo freaking grateful for all of these gifts! Every one of them means soooooo much to me. I really, really love them all.
Thanks, family! ^.^
I had an extremely amazing birthday.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Best lines from Filmcow Cartoons
Mr. Happy Face: I'm gonna cut your throat open and use your blood as syrup on my pancakes! Yaaaay!
Don't run, Timmy! I wanna cut off your skin! I wonder what's inside your dog, Timmy! Mmm Organs! Look Timmy! I'm cutting up your dog! Mmmm, look at all these organs! They're so slippery! You're so soft, Timmy!
Note: I would have added more, but the video was extremely unsettling and I got grossed out.
swiffer!: What is all this music and singing?! No, surely you jest! How can the cleaning be done?!
I'm breaking up with you, Meredith. You and your old mops and brooms. Me and swiffer are running away to Santa Monica to become street musicians! What?! How can this be? I've never wanted you more! Well, you could say I've been swept off my feet! Haha, jolly good!
How to play the violin: Johnny, you have been given a violin, now play it. Do it johnny! Yes, yes Johnny! Play the violin! Play it forever! Mama, help me! But the boy has to learn! stop it, Ron! Fine. stop playing. Play the violin, Johnny....
John McCain and his vegetables: The whole freaking song. What are you doing in here John? I'm singing to my vegetables... Don't do that.
The interview: Take a seat. Uh... There's no chairs. Have you ever poisoned a fellow employee? Are you serious? Yes. Have you ever followed a customer home? No... And hidden in their closet until they fell asleep? Sam, have you ever performed sacrificial murder on one of our customers?
No! Samuel, Sammy, can I call you sambo? Have you ever taken a hollowed out skull and sipped blood out of it in the glorious name of Satan? sataaaan! This is kind of ridiculous. Have you ever played an organ constructed out of human meat? That... That isn't even possible! Yes it is! I've played one. It sounds terrible. This is... Well then wrap your mind around this! I have no butt, Sam. I have no lower body of any kind. You could say I'm a merman. Is that why you have no chairs? Tell me please! Are my eyes bleeding? It feels like blood is dripping out of my eyes! Why did God take my butt? It wasn't a gradual thing, Sam. My butt just walked off and left.
Meh, I would put more, but this has been a draft for waaaaay too long.
Don't run, Timmy! I wanna cut off your skin! I wonder what's inside your dog, Timmy! Mmm Organs! Look Timmy! I'm cutting up your dog! Mmmm, look at all these organs! They're so slippery! You're so soft, Timmy!
Note: I would have added more, but the video was extremely unsettling and I got grossed out.
swiffer!: What is all this music and singing?! No, surely you jest! How can the cleaning be done?!
I'm breaking up with you, Meredith. You and your old mops and brooms. Me and swiffer are running away to Santa Monica to become street musicians! What?! How can this be? I've never wanted you more! Well, you could say I've been swept off my feet! Haha, jolly good!
How to play the violin: Johnny, you have been given a violin, now play it. Do it johnny! Yes, yes Johnny! Play the violin! Play it forever! Mama, help me! But the boy has to learn! stop it, Ron! Fine. stop playing. Play the violin, Johnny....
John McCain and his vegetables: The whole freaking song. What are you doing in here John? I'm singing to my vegetables... Don't do that.
The interview: Take a seat. Uh... There's no chairs. Have you ever poisoned a fellow employee? Are you serious? Yes. Have you ever followed a customer home? No... And hidden in their closet until they fell asleep? Sam, have you ever performed sacrificial murder on one of our customers?
No! Samuel, Sammy, can I call you sambo? Have you ever taken a hollowed out skull and sipped blood out of it in the glorious name of Satan? sataaaan! This is kind of ridiculous. Have you ever played an organ constructed out of human meat? That... That isn't even possible! Yes it is! I've played one. It sounds terrible. This is... Well then wrap your mind around this! I have no butt, Sam. I have no lower body of any kind. You could say I'm a merman. Is that why you have no chairs? Tell me please! Are my eyes bleeding? It feels like blood is dripping out of my eyes! Why did God take my butt? It wasn't a gradual thing, Sam. My butt just walked off and left.
Meh, I would put more, but this has been a draft for waaaaay too long.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Imaginary conversation
Heyoo.
I'm Maya.
What's your name?
Nice to meet you, _____.
Do you like drawing?
Awesome! Me too. What type of stuff do you like to draw?
Wow. That's pretty cool. If you want, I could help you with some drawing techniques.
Ok! Great.
I saw you bring that yoyo to school the other day.
Haha, awesome. I really like yoyos too. Do you know any tricks?
Cool! Can I see?
Whoa.
Very cool! Could you teach me some of the tricks?
Thanks!
so what are your hobbies?
Haha, cool.
That's as far as the info for my imaginary conversation gets.
Maybe I'll use it someday.
With a real person.
In real life.
At school.
Maybe.
._.
I'm Maya.
What's your name?
Nice to meet you, _____.
Do you like drawing?
Awesome! Me too. What type of stuff do you like to draw?
Wow. That's pretty cool. If you want, I could help you with some drawing techniques.
Ok! Great.
I saw you bring that yoyo to school the other day.
Haha, awesome. I really like yoyos too. Do you know any tricks?
Cool! Can I see?
Whoa.
Very cool! Could you teach me some of the tricks?
Thanks!
so what are your hobbies?
Haha, cool.
That's as far as the info for my imaginary conversation gets.
Maybe I'll use it someday.
With a real person.
In real life.
At school.
Maybe.
._.
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