Randomness

The extra B is for Bastard

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 02:17:20 -0400

There is always someone in your life who inadvertently screws everything up for you. They are often family, but many times its also a friend you’ve known for a long time, and intermittently they show you a side of them few others see; a person. But those moments are far apart, and for much of the time, all you see is a bastard. The person who perpetually insults others and not only fails to feel guilt or see how he hurts others, but the one who takes pleasure in hurting them. To a certain extent, one can make excuses for his behavior and remain his friend, but after a certain point, excuses are no longer viable. There comes a point where he does something, he ruins something, that was once so pure to you. Something that you could turn to in dire situations and know that it would lift your spirits with out fail. Something that was more of a constant in your life than a best friend or family could ever be. And although it will still be there for you, it’s affect wont be as complete, its aura won’t take your mind off your troubles as efficiently, all be cause he had to open his mouth and state something that changed your perspective, no matter how much you try to keep it from doing so.

Coping

Fri, 19 Mar 2010 03:27:56 -0400

Traditionally, women attack rejection with lethargy and copious amounts of sugar. One such rejection usually sends them into this blithering mess for at least a week, many times even longer. However, when the rejection isn’t due to a man, it seems less acceptable to cope in such a manner. Inanimate objects shouldn’t be able to hurt us with a letter stating we are unwanted, but somehow they seem to hurt more than anything else. Normally, we can console ourselves with a statement synonymous with, “There’s more fish in the sea.” But a specific college cannot be recreated with another name. Its environment and its programs are unique, and despite the lengths you may go to convince yourself that its just like any other college, you know every single difference that makes the college you got into different from the one you want. And, much like men, the most significant reason isn’t the dorm food or the fact that you can’t see the sunset on the ocean from your room, but that it simply isn’t the right one for you.

Happy Endings

Sun, 28 Feb 2010 19:48:08 -0500

These days, beautifully written happy endings seem a thing of the past. They always come out as contrived or written to satisfy the audience and not to complete the story. The series I’m referring to is obviously the Harry Potter saga, where Harry is forced to drop unconscious before saving the world from evil. Lately I’ve noticed that the endings that touch my heart are those where two lovers part under unforeseen circumstances to pursue their dreams, promising to remember each other forever, or two friends triumphing over their adversary at the cost of a someone special.

For some reason, trying to cater to everyone’s tastes satisfies no one. Those authors who chose to write for the sake of their characters, whom they have inadvertent fallen in love with [yes, even with the villain], seem to know that life has very few happy endings. For the first 18 years of our lives we dream of going to college. However, as the moment approaches, we begin to look closer at everything we’re losing as well. The numerous friends who will be faint memories or updates on our facebook feeds in ten years, the home that will no longer be home by the time we return, and most of all, the disconnect from our families that many of us have not assessed the magnitude of. Many of us have spent a summer away from our parents in camps as far away as England and China, but we know that at the end of August we will return home to the familiar landscapes and kind faces. College may guarantee a visit home during Christmas or summer, but in four years, our college dormitories deem the name of home and Fremont is just the summer camp we went to as teens.

Similarly, authors must understand that contrived happy endings give us no sense of satisfaction since we cannot imagine such occurrences in our own worlds. It fills us with a plastic sense of joy while bittersweet endings give us hope of brighter futures and new tomorrows.

A desperate [and rather pathetic] cry for help

Wed, 17 Feb 2010 22:33:44 -0500

After a year [or maybe it was six months] of reading novels solely for English class and outside reading [again for english class], I have finally started reading again. The only problem is that I can’t seem to sit still long enough to read more than two pages at a time. During Christmas break, I checked out the 3rd in the Icemark series by Stuart Hill, a trilogy I began reading freshman year. Instead of finishing in record time, I read two pages, got bored out of my mind, and set the book down on my desk [which is indefinitely out of commission]. And there it stayed there for the better part of four weeks [excluding the two days my 12 year old brother took to devour it].

It seems that between freshman year and senior year, I went from reading four or five books a week and watching jeopardy on tv during competition weeks to reading nothing by my AP Lit novels or my APUSH text book and following 10+ tv shows regularly [half of which are cop shows with annoyingly repetitive and predictable plot lines].

So after assessing my rapid intellectual decline, I figured it was time to try reading again [legitimately]. So now I’m in desperate need of novels that’ll hook me at the beginning and keep me reeled in until the end. Sadly enough, I’m pretty convinced that I’ve read all of those so…dare to prove me wrong [please].

[Ironically, I wrote an essay at the begining of Junior year about how I feared that I would no longer have time to read anymore. My teacher commented that it would never happen to such an avid reader. heh heh. right]

You're a 90's kid if....

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 18:57:47 -0500

You can finish this ‘ice ice _’

You remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, Bobby’s World, Felix the cat, The Tick…AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word “PSYCHE!”
You just cant resist finishing this … “Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised …”
You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
You remember reading “Goosebumps”
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You still get the urge to say “NOT” after (almost) every sentence … not
If you remember seeing hot tub bubbles make bubbly sounds before every music video on VH1.
when everything was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish…eeny meeny miney mo…and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.
“Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?” was both a game and a TV game show.
Captain Planet. He’s a Hero.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America’s Funniest Home Videos … but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 … and tried to pull the pranks on “intruders”
You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where’s Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads.
You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.
You remember Ring Pops.
You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.
If you remember when every thing was “da BOMB!”
When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.
You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.
Making those little paper cootie-catcher things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected “Pogs”
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.
… Furbies
Saved By The Bell was the coolest show ever!
You haven’t always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.
And Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.
Michael Jordan was a king.
YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!
All your school supplies were “Lisa Frank” brand.
You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Mortal Kombat was awesome—the game and the movie
Carebears
Gak was the coolest stuff invented.
Lambchop’s song never ended.
The old dollar bills.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
You remember a time before the WB.
You collected all the Troll dolls
You had to read Weekly Reader’s in class.
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.
You’ve gotten creeped out by “Are You Afraid of the Dark?”
You know the Macarena by heart.
“Talk to the hand” … enough said
You always said, “Then why don’t you marry it?!”
You remember trying to collect all 150 original pokemon cards but never could and if you did you thought you were all that!
You remember Highlight’s magazine.
You went to McDonald’s to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy …
Before the Internet & text messaging …
Before Sidekicks & iPods …
Before MIKE JONES …
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX …
Before Spongebob …
Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was 0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was The new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.
When gameboy was a brick.
You did MASH to figure out your future
When you weren’t cool unless you had a Starter jacket.
Way back.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.
Who would have thought you’d miss the 90’s so much!!
Post this in your profile if you remember these days … .
or if you smiled at one of these things.

Asian girl gets busted for dating a white guy

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:25:00 -0500

So this is my favorite scene out of ever single fictionpress/fanfiction story I have ever said. Probably because my community identifies with it so much xP.

This is from Myrika’s Trouble Starts with a Q which is only available on livejournal at plagiarismhaven.

It surprised no one that Quentin received two months of detention for baring his chest. “Public indecency, disturbing the peace, performing an act of lewdness, encouraging unruly behavior from the student body, and breaking the Code of Honor,” or so Dean Schlosser had phrased it. And by the time Devon had gotten home, her mother had already heard about it, thanks to the other Korean kids who attended River Valley High.

Instead of the slapping and lecturing Devon had half-expected, her mother did something worse: she pulled a classic Asian-mother guilt trip.

“You selfish girl,” Mrs. Kim said in Korean, hands on her hips. “We work so hard to get a better life for you and your brother, and now that sexual pig of an American boy parades around with your name on his chest!”

She pretended not to notice Devon’s efforts to explain. “Oh, how can we hold up our heads in church? What will your grandmother say?” she said. “To think that my daughter, my own blood and flesh, could betray her parents like this! Consorting with that filthy boy. What did I do to deserve this? Surely God is punishing me.”

Guilt and exasperation warred in Devon’s heart. “Mother…”

“Look at my hands!” Mrs. Kim said tragically. “Me, I was once pretty, but now I am ugly because I worked myself to the bone for you and your brother. Me, I washed your clothes, cooked you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, put a roof over your head… all we ask is that you study and do us proud. Is that so hard? So little we ask of you.”

She paced around the family room, a small figure a few inches shorter than Devon. “Harvard! Yale! Princeton!” she moaned. “We had such great hopes for you. We spent all of that money, buying you a fancy car, a fancy computer, a fancy laptop… Hah! Only a community college will take you now. Oh God!”

The prospect seemed to be too much for her heart, and she collapsed on the couch. “I bragged to my friends about what a good girl you were. Always so obedient, so helpful. Now you’re running around with that sexual predator. Before I know it, you’ll be pregnant and dropping out of high school. Your father and I will have to move away from this town, to hide our eternal shame-“

“Mother!”

“Now you speak?” Mrs. Kim said. “Mother, you say? You don’t seem to have thought of your father and me! Your little brother! You know what Aunt Daisy said? She thinks it’s ha-ha funny, that boy flaunting his naked body in school. Other friends say they be so sorry for me. People laugh in the Korean grocery store today. What could I do? Mother, you say?”

“Please listen to me-“

Her mother sprang off the couch. “Hah! Did you listen to your parents? Did you? God takes two of my babies, and now a debaucher steals another of my babies. Now I only have your little brother. Pray to God he is not taken too.”

Zach had been eavesdropping shamelessly, hanging around the corner, poking his head out, his eyes bright with interest, but now he spoke. “Quentin’s very nice,” he volunteered in English. “He’s funny.”

Mrs. Kim moaned again. “Look! Look! Oh, what did I do to deserve this? I should have stayed home more, handcuffed myself to your wrists. We should have stayed in Korea! This is what happens when we move to a white country. Look at what those Americans are doing - that stupid war in Iraq, boys kissing other boys, girls getting pregnant before marriage, moral depravity everywhere-“

“Mom!” Devon said.

It was too late, however, since her mother was on a roll. She extolled the virtues of the Korean race, sadly proposing that Devon had clearly lost all of her Korean identity (but Devon could get it back, if she somehow renounced Quentin and received an acceptance letter from Harvard), and dwelled on the subject of Quentin’s character with some considerable displeasure.

“He’s a godless infidel,” Mrs. Kim said a wearying hour later. She hadn’t yet reached for a cup of water, and Devon didn’t even think she needed it. “What religion does he have? Sex? That boy must be crawling with a dozen diseases.”

By then, Zach was huddling with Devon on the couch, both of them cowering under the maternal gaze, as she paced back and forth, slower now, as if to suggest they had made her motherhood duties an intolerable burden.

“I will have to tell people I am your stepmother,” Mrs. Kim moaned. “Stepmother! No, no. I must summon the necessary strength to carry this toil of trouble you have brought on my poor graying head. Me, I am so ashamed to be your mother, but I must not abandon you. Even if I die from this dishonor, so be it.”

Tears filled her eyes, as she lifted a hand to her cheek. “How your great-grandparents must be happy they could not see this day, see their ungrateful descendants betray the family name and all it stands for. The Kim surname used to mean something. Honor, family, duty, respect - all gone now. Pfft!”

She clasped her hands and extended them towards Devon in a beseeching gesture. “How could I have failed so badly with you? Look at Sam. What a proper boy he is, all straight A’s, making his mother proud. He’s never given Aunt Daisy a moment of trouble. Never! No dirty white girlfriends, no babies. You could have had him! Given me proper grandchildren after college. But no, you had to spurn him and break his heart, all for a diseased playboy with an ill-gained fortune and no brains.”

Devon bit her tongue. It throbbed, as it had for the last hour, but she knew if she interrupted her mother again, it would only make things worse.

“Even a rat-faced Japanese boy would be better!” Mrs. Kim said. “At least he would be Asian, with a rudimentary understanding of our culture. A Taiwanese boy! China has a billion people, you couldn’t find someone from there?”

Things might have deteriorated past that point, if Devon’s father hadn’t arrived home from work. He strolled into the family room, surely having overheard some of the one-sided conversation, but his voice was mild.

Ten Reasons that Being Gay is (Not) Wrong

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 21:18:03 -0500

01) Being gay is not natural. Real people always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can’t marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn’t be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren’t full yet, and the world needs more children.

07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That’s why we only have one religion in the country.

09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven’t adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.