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You assholes.

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 15:39:53 -0500

I’m writing this post from the comfort of my iPod so please, ignore the many impending spelling and grammatical errors.

I usually only ever blog when I’m sad and not in a state of contentment. This post shall be half-half: more towards the negative side, but oh well.

I know I’m not a generic male/masculine figure in society, and I’m not too sure if I’m fine with that. I mean, I’m happy with the person that I am and I’m telling myself to accept me for, me, but society’s persistent shunning of individuality and push for conformity is getting the better of me.

Okay so, to my 16 years of wise perception of the world and societal norms, I think I can say that majority of boys/men act in a way that sexual references and objectification of women has become so prevalent that it has become accustomed to, and accepted. In saying that, the development of homosexuality has immensely risen. It pisses the fucks out of me when someone discriminates someone else just because of their sexual orientation. There are so many people I can think of, majorly from school, that I’d hit the next time they slip a homosexual slur.

Whatever, they’re not worth wasting my time typing on. You know who you are and I don’t understand what the fuck goes on in your mindset for you to behave the way that you do, with jerkoffery to people who have done no shit to you. This doest just apply for homosexuality, but also weight, hair colour, odour, speech, and any impurities that otherwise would have been deemed beautiful before you came along, made shit ass comments, and fucked everything up in a person’s life.

If only every person that has suicided as a result of bullying, torment and torture lived, instead of the conceited asswipes who roam the earth thinking theyre king, everyone would be happy. Oh, the irony.

Eugh, it's Richard.

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 06:23:00 -0400

How do I describe myself…Well, without sounding at all conceited, I think I’m pretty funny. I mean, I do crack heaps of funny jokes here and there, but I think most of the time, people just laugh because I’m an idiot. I’m not too sure whether or not I put on the act, but I do like to make people laugh. When people, I feel good about myself. My humour is the only thing I have going for myself, and to see people laughing at the things I say and do, it makes me very happy. And I can’t exactly count on my grades. Perhaps my humourous exterior is just a coping mechanism to deal with the many many many insecurities that I have.

I’m not a person who sticks to a single friend. I jump from friend to friend because each time I get close to someone, and something extremely minor happens, I tend to put myself down and when I’m excluded out of anything that I feel I should be included in, I go into a heavy state of depression and ignore everything and everyone around me. Although, I have always been a friend-orientated person. I’ve always told myself that, if in life you don’t have friends and people you love, who do you have? Friends mean the world to me, but what I question every single day is that am I of any worth to them. Yeah, we’re friends but is it to an extent that I can talk to them at anytime of the day, or that I’m the first, or one of, person that pops into their head when something requires someone? My friends are also the people who affect my mood. If for one second that I think they’re pissed of at me, which is quite often, I go all soppy and sad, as you probably expected.

To be honest, I have friends who mean the world to me, but I don’t exactly know if I’m the sort of person they see themselves being friends with if we didn’t see each other on a day to day basis. There’s always a double standard around me. I treat people love and humility, but when the roles are reversed, they act repulsive around me and put on faces of disgust. I often jokingly ask them or state, “You guys hate me” and “Why do you hate me so much?” because I’m extremely curious as to how they answer. Most of the time, I actually do want them to act serious around me, and stop acting like I’m some hobo who just climbed out of a garbage bin and decided to stalk them. I try so hard to keep my head up, to pretend that nothing is wrong. Most of the time, I’m just extremely sad. Maybe it’s depression, or bi-polar, or both.

Off to da CT

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 04:36:03 -0400

Today, Cleo and I went to the city to get our new Herschel bags. I slept pretty late last night, so I was kind of dead during the morning- almost missed my train in fact.

We got to Central at about 11a.m and walked to to Market City first. We were keen on getting our bags first, which is why we went to Rogue. The last time we went City, we actually saw the bags in this store but didn’t buy them for some reason. Cleo saw a fugly Eggplant coloured one, which she claims is beautiful, but this time we went, it was not there. We stood in the store for 30minutes, carrying stuffed bags on our back to see if they suited us. They looked quite fat on us, but I convinced her that once we put our books and shit in, it’d look hot. So all up, we spent $220 on Herschel Bags, which were fucking worth it. Watch out people, we’re starting a new trend.

So next, we went to the Marigold to eat Yum Cha. Cleo said they have the best Mango Pancakes ever, so I really wanted to try it. The Mango Pancakes actually came pretty early, so Cleo took a plate in case it never came back. We realised that we may not have enough money to pay for the food, since both of us only had debit cards and apparently they didn’t accept EFTPOS, so Cleo ran down to the ATM to withdraw some cash. At this point, we had ordered about 3 dishes and when she left me, I looked like a fat shithead eating Yum Cha alone. Story of my life. Anyways, so she came back and by that time, I was still hungry. We ordered some “Footballs”, at least that’s what the waiter called it, and some Salt and Pepper Chilli Squid. After the 5th piece of squid, I was so bloated and full. I couldn’t take anymore, but the Mango Pancakes hadn’t been touched yet. I tried so hard to push them down, just because Cleo said “they’re good as, deadset”. We finished eating and so we asked for the cheque. Cleo and I expected the meal to cost about 30-40 bucks, but when the cheque came, we were like holy shit. $56 bucks. On what? 5 dishes? Fuck you Marigold!

After that,we walked around Paddy’s Markets in search of random shit. Cleo bought a Varsity Jacket with her initial on it (C) and 3 for $10 bracelets. She also wanted a watch, but they were all fugly. Then, we went back around Market City to look for Laurence’s birthday presents. It was hard because neither of us really knew his likes/dislikes nor style. So, we just got whatever looked good, for a decent price of course. That took up about 1 hour.

By this point, our legs were hurting like fuck. We went up to the food court and had Ice Kecang. Mine turned out retarded and Cleo didn’t even eat all her toppings. Fucking bitch, what a waste. After that, we decided to go to the station. We reach the park (no idea what it’s called), we just ran towards the benches and sat the fuck down. I looked up train times on TripView but the closest time was 31minutes. So, I decided to go back to Paddy’s to buy 3 more bracelets. That’s when our fart war began. We discussed that when you run, you can’t actually control your gas, so you just uncontrollably fart. We searched all around Paddy’s for that store and by the end of the day, we knew were everything was. We walked around THAT many times.

End of the day, we made it on time for the train. Looked 5minutes for a seat. I saw an old friend, didn’t get to say Hi though. Train ride was normal…Limped home because my hip, legs and foot was in so much fucking pain. Got home, wrote this long ass post. Sorry for making you read this shit, if you did. Me go shower now. Adios Amigos.

Maybe it's me at fault.

Fri, 14 Oct 2011 06:13:00 -0400

You can probably work out who I’m talking about/to. And yeah, we haven’t been on the best of terms lately- but why? I asked myself this question today. Nothing drastic has happened during the span of our reforged friendship, so what the hell am I so worked up about? Yeah, you changed. I can admit that’s probably not a good thing. But being your friend, I should be able to accept- except I’m choosing not to. I had a serious talk with the two who shall not be named (Renee and Anita) and we’ve concluded that we have been quite jerkoffs lately, about the whole situation. If it’s any consolation, I am sorry for everything that has happened between you and I, and you and everyone else.

What I don’t understand is how you can justify your actions. You have new friends, great for you. People may not approve of your new bling, but you’re wearing them like you’re out on the streets of downtown Boston trying to prove you have the biggest jewels- great analogy, I know. But seriously. Everyone’s probably hating on your right now, but that may not necessarily their fault, or yours. We’ve all said things we [may not have] meant. I think I know you well enough to say that everything you’ve said is just a tough exterior you put on. You push everything and everyone before they’ve had the chance to be your friend- I guess that was my case. Honestly, I don’t see how you can jump from friend to friend but if you’re happy with the way you’re living your social life, I’m fine with that. Just remember that there were, and are, people who do care about you and if you keep saying shit about us and try to push us away, you may very well succeed. I’ve said it earlier; I’ll be on your side, I’ll be there for you, I’ll be your friend, only if you want me to. Why I’m not saying this to your face, I don’t know. It’s so much easier for me to put things into words over the net than face to face. You know I’m a social awkward retard. Why shan’t we be friends? After all, I am pretty awesome.

Wow I’m so conceited. I do feel sad, and sorry for you, for everything that’s happen but I guess that’s that. Anyways, you, person this blog is directed towards, you should wake up from your delusion. Yeah, that sounds cliche but it’s true. Taking your friends for granted gets you no where. Stop treating them like a pad (using them then disposing them when you’re done), cause then all you have is blood- and by blood I mean hurt.

Thank mother that’s off my chest.

Please Don't Go

Sat, 17 Sep 2011 06:59:05 -0400

Baby please don’t go. If I wake up tomorrow, will you still be here?

Before anyone starts reading, just beware that this text has no purpose other than telling the ones I love that, I love them.

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I think I’m just numb from the news. Four years. For four years we’ve ridden to and from school, five tedious days of the week. We’ve shared food, drinks and for girls, pads and tampons. We’ve sat through tests together, forged mainly plagiarised assignments together, filmed each other for a stupid assessment, made props for plays. Year by year, we watch as another beloved friend leave for a another, supposedly better school and now it’s your turn. I’m not saying that your friends should be the anchor that holds you down, but with your competitive Asian parents constantly striving for you to be the best, the most successful, I understand. The things we’ve done together, I won’t ever forget. I promise all of you that I will commit a huge amount of effort in staying in touch.

But this post isn’t to make you cry- or myself. I want to relive the memories we’ve forged in text. I want to remember the stupid, childish, ignorant days.

Renee Ongpaov, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been friends. Heck, I don’t even remember how we even started talking. I can happily say that for the past four years, you’ve made my life worth it. Almost every single day, we laughed. I remember when all your hair was tied down to a pony tail, and your fringe was pinned up with a gazillion bobby pins. I remember Wednesday arvos, when we’d always try to make the early train and Thursday arvos, when we rushed just to get chipps. I remember riding to Ingleburn, just for cheap, soggy, hot chips. I remember when you got your speech bubble chucks and how I was like “are they strawberries or cherries?” I remember 7/8FD2 and the first thing we ever cooked in high shcool was Crunchy Munchy Chicken. I remember in Art, when we always had the radio on and we’d have competitions on who could name the most songs correctly. I remember when we played Ping Ping Pong, Ming Ming Mong and Ding Ding Dong on the train. I remember all our stupid little fights, how we wanted to kick someone out of the group, how we hated Helen for over 2 weeks. All that seems stupid in retrospect, but to me, they’re the most cherished memories I hold. It just hit me that you’re leaving. Yeah this message is long, but how much you mean to me can not be expressed in a single paragraph. All this crap sounds cliche, but honestly, I’m speaking the truth.

Kimberly Nguyen, you’ve been like a sister to me. What can I say? I don’t know about you, but you’re honestly my best friend. I know that we won’t lose contact but you going to another school doesn’t give me excuse to come over to your house anymore. You’ve been the greatest friend a person could ask for and I hope you find the same happiness in your school, equivalent to that you have provided me. Everything I’ve asked of you, you’ve fulfilled, greater than I can imagine. We’ve ridden the train at 7 oclock in the morning, just to be 30minutes early for an excursion. I remember our first History play, when we went over to your house to make props. We don’t carry many memories but your friendship makes that all worth it. Your jokes are so stupid and lame, they make me laugh all the time. I can personally say that you’re the smartest person I know. If I never needed anything, I came to you. You’ve taught me Maths, Science and English. You are one of the nicest people I know and would sacrifice anything for those she loves. You are so cute, especially when you cried because of stage fright before our dance performance. But you trooped on, and strutted your moves. I love your perseverance, your enthusiasm and you in general. I wish that you weren’t leaving me, but it’s for the best. The first night I found out you were leaving me, I cried myself to sleep, and don’t even mention the morning after that. I don’t usually cry but when someone like you is about to leave me, I will get emotional. Kimberly, just remember that whatever happens, I will love you. I hope my friendship means as much as yours means to me.

Sorry for making you read through that, but I just had to say it.

Fuck you.

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 03:02:00 -0400

Okay seriously, you need a reality check. Who the fuck do you think you are going around treating people like dirt. You act you’re fucking superior but when deeply, you’re so fucking insecure about yourself, you make everyone else pay. I’m sick of it, everyone’s sick of it. Get the fuck over yourself, your new plastic friends that will probably leave you too when they get bored of you and get a heart. You honestly think no one notices the fact that you try to act all cool and tough, when you’re probably going home every day thinking “How do I make people like me. Oh, I know, I’ll start putting on some stupid exterior that makes me seem as though I’m so hip and awesome”. Yeah, fuck no. The worse yet is that, for four fucking years, you’ve made friends. These friends, I can assure you would’ve been there for you through everything; talked to you when you needed it; gave you a helping hand when you needed it. Yet, you go around choosing other people over the ones that are true. I don’t understand why the fuck you’d trade that for stupid cock sucking, potato sack wearing bitches. I can give you so many reasons and examples as to why you make a shit friend, and person, but that list would go on for days. I’m sick and tired of you going around trying so hard to make people like you, like as though you live for their approval. To think that next year, a lot of my close friends are leaving, and that you will be one of the few people that I do have left, is just shameful. I wish I left this school. At least that’d save me all this time with your drama and bullshit. You were so much better 2/3 years ago- but you’ve changed, and no one fucking likes it.

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