Yo!
The lack of respect for others and the nerve to think they are alphas in society, still there are some who despite the shenanigans of it all remain "moral". They are the people who you value above all else. These are people who you can trust, not just some average Joe of the street, but someone who you have formed a bond with, though some are still capable of, for example back-stabbing. They are the ones who keep me from going insane, that there is still hope in people to be at least "moral". Morality is a broad subject that spans many cultures and traditions. I seriously believe they are role models of society, I have great respect to them. It would be such a shame to see one of them failed at life. They're responsible, mature, and most of all respectful, they respect my decision I respect theirs, it is that simple, though I won't expect them to trade their lives for me.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
The social system at school is whack
Yo!
I don't know what to say. There are many types of people some are nice some are rude some are plain annoying, but there are people so annoying that you have to wonder what is going on in these guys brains. Decency is a first, What is decent and what is not. Let me ask you is it decent to bring "that" to a school full of children, who don't know what that is and a handful who do. You can't go around flinging that and playing around with it in a learning institution, it's just not decent to bring that out at school.
We were all born as equals none higher, none lower. I am human and so are you.
I don't know what to say. There are many types of people some are nice some are rude some are plain annoying, but there are people so annoying that you have to wonder what is going on in these guys brains. Decency is a first, What is decent and what is not. Let me ask you is it decent to bring "that" to a school full of children, who don't know what that is and a handful who do. You can't go around flinging that and playing around with it in a learning institution, it's just not decent to bring that out at school.
(I don't even know how he got that but all I know is you can't buy that at anystore until you're 18)
Respect, people are born without this, but some are quickly learn the gist of it. We are the same in status, you're a human I'm a human, but there are times when people look at another human and tell to the selves I am worth more him or her. I don't get why people put themselves higher than what they are nor do I understand why people underestimate themselves. People are so easy to subdue like a simple embarrassing thing is enough to knock your entire reputation. If your reputation is legit, it wont fall that easily.We were all born as equals none higher, none lower. I am human and so are you.
learn some respect
Yo!
The amount of people these days that have respect to one another is sickening. Not many people know this but there are a ton of A-holes in the world and I feel about half of the countries' A-holes are in schools. I was there trying to take a dump but the bidet was broken so I had to get a dipper and use that to wash my ass, in what was happening at the moment I had no chance to do so, Why? Because of the mob of 13 to 15 year olds yapping about someone taking a shit. They were coming in and out of the washroom all giggling like three year olds. Why do they do this, do they not poop. Its a disgrace to see that people are like this, a disgrace to people and a disgrace to family. You don't just walk up to a person taking a shit and laugh your balls of, that's disrespectful. What's worse is that these are 15 year olds, people who are old enough to determine right from wrong. Was there something that happened to make them these way or are they just ignorant. Parents teach their kids to respect people's privacy, these don't just apply to the washroom, I am talking general. You have to be so ignorant like a brick wall to not understand these. These people really make me lose my faith in humanity.
The amount of people these days that have respect to one another is sickening. Not many people know this but there are a ton of A-holes in the world and I feel about half of the countries' A-holes are in schools. I was there trying to take a dump but the bidet was broken so I had to get a dipper and use that to wash my ass, in what was happening at the moment I had no chance to do so, Why? Because of the mob of 13 to 15 year olds yapping about someone taking a shit. They were coming in and out of the washroom all giggling like three year olds. Why do they do this, do they not poop. Its a disgrace to see that people are like this, a disgrace to people and a disgrace to family. You don't just walk up to a person taking a shit and laugh your balls of, that's disrespectful. What's worse is that these are 15 year olds, people who are old enough to determine right from wrong. Was there something that happened to make them these way or are they just ignorant. Parents teach their kids to respect people's privacy, these don't just apply to the washroom, I am talking general. You have to be so ignorant like a brick wall to not understand these. These people really make me lose my faith in humanity.
(These people were so into seeing me that I mistook them for gay as why would you want to see someone taking a dump)
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
In memory
Yo!
Still continuing from the last entry. It would be a shame to fit all of these into one entry but I have a quota to make so, on with the story.
Many years passed and I still remember the fear I felt, The adrenaline of fear. I would often go into that compound through the front gate this time and and backtrack where I ran. I first got this Idea when I had a classmate who lived there, asked us to help in a project, so when the time to go home came I picked up my bag woe my jacket out because I wouldn't want to be recognized, this may be too late but the shopkeep was an acquaintance of my mom so she practically knows my face from others. So I back tracked using better knowledge of the geography of the compound in relevance to my house. It was an expansive compound, full of twists and turns it, it was easy to get lost in it. I stuck to the the wall,riding it out only to see the house from my memories so I ran and saw the store, still making sure no one noticed me I ran further up ahead and saw the top of my house. I jumped and ran and I swear someone saw me. it was anti climactic but oddly satisying
Still continuing from the last entry. It would be a shame to fit all of these into one entry but I have a quota to make so, on with the story.
Many years passed and I still remember the fear I felt, The adrenaline of fear. I would often go into that compound through the front gate this time and and backtrack where I ran. I first got this Idea when I had a classmate who lived there, asked us to help in a project, so when the time to go home came I picked up my bag woe my jacket out because I wouldn't want to be recognized, this may be too late but the shopkeep was an acquaintance of my mom so she practically knows my face from others. So I back tracked using better knowledge of the geography of the compound in relevance to my house. It was an expansive compound, full of twists and turns it, it was easy to get lost in it. I stuck to the the wall,riding it out only to see the house from my memories so I ran and saw the store, still making sure no one noticed me I ran further up ahead and saw the top of my house. I jumped and ran and I swear someone saw me. it was anti climactic but oddly satisying
Run through the dark
Yo!
Continuing from the last entry, because I though it would need its own entry, so there I was running through the dark. I remember most of the way back , our landmark was a house I think and it would be straight from there. So In the dark I ran with cold sweat I saw it , it was the house. I ran as fast as I could, the only thing that would make me run fast without the care in the world was fear. Weirdly enough fear can be F*** Everything And Run. F.E.A.R. so I saw the shop that we would buy from and I would climb the ladder and go home. I had passed by their house and screamed that they should die. I went home with seat and partial tears ; I would say that was a good night and memory.
Continuing from the last entry, because I though it would need its own entry, so there I was running through the dark. I remember most of the way back , our landmark was a house I think and it would be straight from there. So In the dark I ran with cold sweat I saw it , it was the house. I ran as fast as I could, the only thing that would make me run fast without the care in the world was fear. Weirdly enough fear can be F*** Everything And Run. F.E.A.R. so I saw the shop that we would buy from and I would climb the ladder and go home. I had passed by their house and screamed that they should die. I went home with seat and partial tears ; I would say that was a good night and memory.
I have not grown, well at least my mind hasn't
Yo!
I had these friends that the were cool. One was a troublemaker, one was this cool older brother type. Let guise them under the names Don and Carl. Don would often get in trouble while Carl we only saw a couple of times ; One of there schemes was they made a ladder to the nearby "compound". The walls were so small, but now they put wires up so that's a no-no. When we go to the other side we would run all the time. We'd buy drinks from the nearby store. We'd go to the playground until it reached dusk and when it did we'd all run towards home as if someone would kidnap us. One time we were walking down a street. Don would call a house haunted and we would go near it. The little brat then screamed off the top of his lung that he saw a ghost. They ran away whereas I ran in circles screamed and finally runaway from the house only to realize I took the wrong path and ran through the street with the house again and It was night,I mean dark. I still remember the path I took to go back because of the constant fear.
I had these friends that the were cool. One was a troublemaker, one was this cool older brother type. Let guise them under the names Don and Carl. Don would often get in trouble while Carl we only saw a couple of times ; One of there schemes was they made a ladder to the nearby "compound". The walls were so small, but now they put wires up so that's a no-no. When we go to the other side we would run all the time. We'd buy drinks from the nearby store. We'd go to the playground until it reached dusk and when it did we'd all run towards home as if someone would kidnap us. One time we were walking down a street. Don would call a house haunted and we would go near it. The little brat then screamed off the top of his lung that he saw a ghost. They ran away whereas I ran in circles screamed and finally runaway from the house only to realize I took the wrong path and ran through the street with the house again and It was night,I mean dark. I still remember the path I took to go back because of the constant fear.
You just activated my trap card
Yo!
Once there was a time when I had owned two 2 feet stacks of pokemon cards. I didn't know how to play them back then so I just hoarded pokemon cards. Yu Gi Oh cards were also the rage back then, I remember my friends giving me some when they got home from school. I also have a brother in law who does Magic for a hobby. He goes to tournaments a cross the continent and sometimes goes home with souvenirs. The last time was when he got home from Hong Kong and he got me a hat with a queue. I had read that a longer queue would mean nobility, I think.
When there was a occasion my cousins and I would play cards; I would always lose as I have no skill and almost no luck besides bad luck.
Once there was a time when I had owned two 2 feet stacks of pokemon cards. I didn't know how to play them back then so I just hoarded pokemon cards. Yu Gi Oh cards were also the rage back then, I remember my friends giving me some when they got home from school. I also have a brother in law who does Magic for a hobby. He goes to tournaments a cross the continent and sometimes goes home with souvenirs. The last time was when he got home from Hong Kong and he got me a hat with a queue. I had read that a longer queue would mean nobility, I think.
When there was a occasion my cousins and I would play cards; I would always lose as I have no skill and almost no luck besides bad luck.
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