Chat Quote #5-6, Girls…
I hear a whole bunch of crazy stuff at school and I just feel like sharing it all<(^_^)>. I’ll start off this series with a couple of quotes.
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This girl didn’t seem that naive it, apparently she is…
<Apparently naive girl>What’s a orgasm?
I then proceeded to explain what masturbation was.
<Apparently naive girl>But why do guys do that? What’s the point of it?
I can imagine on her wedding night she’ll be like…”Why do you have to put that in there? What’s the point of that?
Then on Saturday night on MSN she said the following
<Apparently naive girl>there iz a point on ur wedding nite
<Apparently naive girl>how u guyz do It
<Apparently naive girl>ders no point
<Apparently naive girl>u noe on ur wedding nite u can do that
<Apparently naive girl>but not now
<Apparently naive girl>thtz jus gross
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<Airhead girl>Girls milk babies with their boobies.
You can milk babies???
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Anywho yeah… I’ll keep more coming
Bad Habit #5, Voluntary Multiple Personality Disorder
Whoever is reading this should have probably read my last bad habit, about how I lie a lot.
That bad habit gets me into a lot of trouble when combined with this one.
I tend to compartmentalise my life. I keep my home life separate from my school life, and those separate from my social lives. I also, foolishly, try to keep my life in each of my different circle of friends separate, most of whom don’t know of my other circles of friends.
Some groups are pretty much alike so it doesn’t really matter, but others are almost polar opposites to another group I hang out with.
In effect, I act differently when around different groups of friends, in one I’m quite headstrong and very assertive, while in another, I’m more passive and meek. It would seem like I’m two different people if you hadn’t seen me with both groups.
Also, remember how I said that I kinda lie a lot?
In each group of friends I have got a different set of lies, in each set all the lies corroborate, but they don’t corroborate with the lies I had told my other group of friends.
If these groups of friends do happen to meet, a few bad things would happen, one some of them wouldn’t get along, like really wouldn’t get along.
Two, some people might get a smidge confused when I suddenly start acting very passive or very loud when they’re used to me being another way.
Finally, a lot of my lies would be uncovered. Not that this would be totally bad, most of them are just little… well not exactly little, but still really insignificant lies.
If this did happen, in wouldn’t be a totally bad thing, I guess it’d just be really inconvenient. That’s why I don’t have birthday parties
Weird Things I Do #1, Annoying Homophobes
I’ve decided to start this new list about weird stuff I do… I think it’s gonna be kinda long… So anywho…
One weird thing I do, though not that often, is that sometimes, when I’m bored in class.
I look to the person next to me, or whoever I think will be easy to get to, or some one that’s pretty homophobic.*cough*fendi*cough*
I put on this look.
The kinda look you see on someone’s face when they’re staring at their secret crush.
I stare at them, hoping to catch their eye.
And when I do, keep staring for a few more seconds until they get this confused look on their face.
Then… I crack up laughing about how easy they are to irritate.
Resolved
It’s been resolved. It only took three days, I had expected it to last at least a week.
She spent two whole days in her room, she didn’t even come out of her room to eat.
On the third day, she told him, we talked, and in the end they accepted it.
I’m just glad that they’re not as tough as other ones can be.
The Selfish Act
My mum and I got into a huge fight last night.
It started just because of a misunderstanding, apparently a word in the teenage vocabulary means something very different in her dictionary.
It escalated.
In the end she asked me a question I really didn’t want to answer.
Not because I was afraid she would get angry at me, or that I would be punished.
I was afraid that she’d get angry at herself or punish herself for it.
She asked me the question.
I told her the answer.
The true answer.
I wish I hadn’t.
It was a totally selfish thing for me to do.
It tore her heart to pieces.
I could’ve lied, sure I would’ve been punished, she would’ve been angry at me, but then she wouldn’t have gotten hurt the way she did.
There was a reason I kept it a secret.
A Bunch Of Stuff
A few things I wanted to talk about today, first, I’ve updated my Dictionary/Thesaurus page. Second I wanted to talk about one the funniest people at school, she is so lost at times, you can’t help but just crack up. And Finally I wanted to talk about my dependence on a little firefox toolbar.
So the updated page, yeah, the link is up there so have fun.
Now, that girl from school, I feel so bad writing this but… I have to. Here is something she said (I’ll be referring to her as “Fas”).
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<Fas>(to the teacher) Miss, I can’t find steel on the periodic table
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<Fas>(to me) Did you say my name?
<me>Yeah.
<Fas>What did you say!?
<me>I said, “why would I ask you?”, no offence.
<Fas>No Galih, that is offensive, I wouldn’t take that.
<me>…
<Fas>Wait… I don’t take that!
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There are tons more like this but I can’t be stuffed typing them, I hope she doesn’t find out I wrote this.
Now the toolbar thing. Whenever I’m bored, I use the stumbleupon toolbar. You click the stumble button and the toolbar brings you to a random webpage about stuff you like according to your past stumbles, and a form you fill out previously, It’s a program that surfs the web for you.
Well I found myself bored just then, and I pressed the stumble button. I got a page that said the servers were under maintenance. I thought it was a joke page. So I clicked it again, but I still got the same page. It dawned on me that I wouldn’t be able to stumble just then.
You’d think I’d find something else to do, but I didn’t. I just kept staring at the screen for a few minutes.
A blank look on my face, pertaining to the turmoil within.
It was as if time stood still for me and everything else just kept going on.
The washing machine continued to whir.
The trees continued to sway in the wind.
Yet, I was frozen.
An empty shell, used up, and now, without a cause.
Its’ dependence on the bar of tools, tools that were intended to enrich its life, had ultimately caused its undoing.
Time went on.
Seconds became minutes.
Minutes became hours.
Hours became days.
Then suddenly.
Almost as if it occurred in an instant, 3 millennia had passed.
The boy frozen in time had apparently survived many, many catastrophes.
He had been buried under sediment, excavated, examined, lost, found again and examined again many times over.
But none of the events that were happening around him, or that had happened upon him could seem to stir him from his slumber.
Much like a statue of flesh he stood there for those three long millennia.
At the end of this long period, the boy finally awoke.
He found himself in a white circular room.
There were no doors or windows
It was all empty except for two things, him, and the chair he once sat down in that long time ago.
The mac guys would really love this he thought.
He looked around, his mind racing with questions.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
Damned stumbleupon!
How did I get in?
How do I get out!?
Suddenly he heard a sound.
A sound like the deep rumble of a gentle giant.
A whole collection of these sounds.
What is that!?
He stood there confused
The boy realised that the garbled glossolalia seemed to make patterns.
Are they trying to speak to me?
With this new-found knowledge, he decided to reply.
“I don’t understand!”
Silence.
The noise stopped.
“Hello?”
The boy kept calling out hoping for a reply
Where are they?
The boy grew tired.
He needed sleep.
With his last bit of strength he cried out.
“SOME ONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!”
