WHOOOOOOO BACK TO SCHOOL...!!
Consider that a slightly delayed reaction to the extremely excitng prospect of year eleven.
In short, what I have learned about year eleven so far...
+ teachers like giving you lectures about how mature and responsible and smart you're supposed to be, which works like reverse psychology on me, so now I feel like I have to be extremely kiddy. Or maybe not. I think I'm typing more maturely. Or...yeah it sounds less...strange. And thus less fun. Please everyone, hold a millenia's silence for this tragedy. And all the other tragedies which happen in the world.
+ english class is daunting when you have to think during it.
+ senior skirts are pretty strange things.
+ weirdly enough, I still haven't gotten homework yet.
+ I'm happy enough with my classes so far. So far. *ominous cheery music plays*
I think that was all that happened...damn, first day of school was exciting.
Oh, and I decided that this will be the last post I'll post for a while, so treasure every single word. Like, stare at that single and love it!
I'm also going to put extra enters everywhere in an effort to make this post seem uber-long for no particular reason at all. (:
Um...so...
What's the topic of the month? How people are changing/will change/have changed?
I cbb to talk about that...
...so I'll put in a cool quote to replace it.
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”
~some really smart person.
I don't want to write more crap here because it'll be boring for you to read and boring for me to write.
So I'll put in a quiz about me full of extremely deep questions for all the nosy stalkers out there.
Oh and if you read it, do it.
If you don't read it, do it as well.
Here are 25 (actually, there’s 21...some questions just mysteriously flew away…) deep questions that will really tell you something about me - not stupid questions like ” what is your favourite lip gloss?”.
[You know, I take offense on behalf of the lip gloss question at being called stupid ‘cause I actually think it might reveal more info than one of those silly love vs. trust or whatever ones. See, the favourite lip gloss thing could provide information on…my ethical values, if I have any love for organic whatever, general favourite flavour of lip gloss if there is one, colours, if the lip gloss is visible once worn which then might give indication of my personality…yeah, I’ll shut up now…and I don’t like lip gloss anyway.]
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1.) What is more difficult for you, looking into someone’s eyes when you are telling them how you feel, or looking into someone’s eyes when they are telling you how they feel?:
Feel about what, cheese?
Well…I’ll take the general cliché and go with the thing of how I feel about the opposite person/how opposite person feels about me...
Eh.
If they’re expressing feelings of limerence or something a little weaker…it’ll probably be easier for me to look at them if I like them. But if I don’t like them, then looking in other person’s eyes while I tell them how I feel would be easier. I think.
If this is about feelings of hate… dunno. Either sounds just as hard/easy.
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2.) Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?:
REALLY angry?
Not sure.
But for just normal angry…lovely little brother who always seems to be the default answer for these anger questions. Not angry anymore, mostly because I think I got revenge in some boring way…
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3.) You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago nonstop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?:
The people/plane-saving-heroes to come and hopefully save us?
Knee-jerk reaction would probably call mother though. But might change as I ageee…and get even more jaded…etc…
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4.) You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days?
Would you be afraid?
Everyone? No. What am I supposed to do, go on SBS and scream ‘HEY EVERYONE, I’M GONNA DIE IN A MONTH!’
Anyone…yeah, a few people.
Remaining days…do some of the stuff that I would have wanted to throughout my life, but condense it into the month. Something I definitely want to try to do is eat 300 lychees in a day.
Yeah, I’d be afraid. Innate fear of the unknown/death and all that.
Reminds me in Brave New World how they take little kiddies to hospitals, let them watch people die and then give them treats afterwards so that death can have a positive, or if not positive, a non-negative connotation..
Oh and if you haven't read Brave New World, read it!
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5.) You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust:
Love. For the stereotypical trust in love reason. Exciting, really..
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6.) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the
time to save the dog’s life?:
It’d be nice to say yes straightaway, but I’m not that nobly self-sacrificing…
I wouldn’t do it if I actually truly needed this job ( like someone’s life depended on it ), or if…you know, there was a cartoon-like people sucking whirlpool or something as dodgy in the middle of it…
…but I would probably save the dog in any other situation…?
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7.) You are unfaithful to your spouse/significant other. Do you tell him/her? Why or Why not?
Literally unfaithful, or in thoughts like the married people having fantasies of life with a certain sparkly vampire o.0
I think I’d tell if it’s actually unfaithful...because…I don’t know, it’s morally correct…?
If just in thoughts…eh, probably not tell.
‘Hey honey, I’m sorry I cheated on you in my thoughts with Edward Cullen…’
Just too strange.
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8.) Your friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you do/say?:
Is it a girl or boy?
If girl…I think I’d just be like…nopee…sorry…
If boy…eh. Do I like them back?
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10.) Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?:
Once in a while. Level of self-like fluctuates.
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11.) Does love = sex?:
Yeah, of course.
…not.
Dum dee dum dee daaa…who makes up these questions anyway…
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13.) When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?:
Today, mother, told her that I honestly thought that hundreds and thousands weren’t poisonous in the bad for you way.
She is still convinced I will die one day of hundreds and thousands poisoning. Wonderful.
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14.) What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a friend, you love them or that you do not love them back?:
Too much romance, this question’s going to be based on platonic love.
I think neither is dreadfully difficult to say…but that’s because we kind of trade I love you’s like rare candies…
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15.) What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?
Life?
Happiness?
Take your pick…
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16.) Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them? Who were they to you?:
Not too sure...either friend or parent…
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18.) Imagine: it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?:
Don’t really care. Someone entertaining and hopefully not scared of nights like those. And if it’s a bad guy outside, I want to be stuck with someone who can bash up the guy.
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19.) Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?
If I know how to, because…I have some passive hero complex…or maybe it’s called human desire to help others. Hm.
You know that sounds like the beginnings of a murder/rape plot, someone pretending to be dying, lure victim to try and help them and so yeah…
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21.) You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your reason for making the decision?:
Knowing me and my unco-ness, I’d probably slip and all three of us can tumble down to our gory deaths.
But because this is a very unlikely hypothetical…
…won’t the newborn be like, scarred/squished dangling over a cliff while only being held by the hand? They have soft cartilage bones and all that don’t they? And my grandma’s heavier than me, how am I holding onto her anyway.
Um…I’d probably save the one who’d recover with the least damage, assuming that injuries will be sustained to both.
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22.) Are you old fashioned?:
Kind of?
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23.) When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?:
I always expect something in return. :]
Nah, I think it was when uh…wow, am I never nice o.0
Does peeling a lychee for someone count?
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24.) Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?:
Um…
I’m going to scrap the philosophy about how true love = selfless because it’ll get too complicated and because I think I’m woefully still too human to do the whole light non-jealous/sad thing.
Is the assumed answer true love with a guarantee of a broken heart?
Because…well…if you’ve never been loved at all, you wouldn’t know any better…and you wouldn’t have the major high and the crashing low...
…and how does this broken heart come to be anyway, does the person die? Or is the love unrequited. Or…what?
But all these other factors aside…I suppose true love.
Thank you very much, surfeit of Disney films…
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25.) If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?:
For everyone to be happy.
But that probably wouldn’t work on the huge global scale.
So the whole no more poverty/pain/abuse thing would be fairly nice as well.
There we go, now the blog post is sufficiently lengthened...
miscellaneous stuff
+ I've been seeing roll call everywhere. So I'm doing one. Hm...how to alert me that you're reading my blog...open up a msn convo with me and include the words comatose almonds in your greeting. Or if you're a normal person, shoutbox is...somewhere on this page..
+ congrats lia on 100-th post. now everyone should congratulate me on my seventh post! never mind that there were eight yesterday..
+ I have this urge to go bowling...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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