poems from school; from me, to you

We were betrothed today.
I bethought back to the day...
In the market, a meat besmeared
We sit blithed.
Our mouths beseeched with bilateral.
the mind breached;
bosoms bide to be groped, to bloster a mans many personality's.
a breech release a bray, Bombastic it was!
The bolls lifted in the wind.
The bole rotting with the broken-wind.
We sit by the brae, an appearance almost brazed to the ground.
Bereaved, the flowers brusque, A poem bowdlerized.
The scene ends.

  P.S. My teacher pointed out that bilateral is an adjective  that means two-sided.  So the sentence, "Our mouths beseeched with bilateral" does not make grammatical sense. 

Punishment

1. I SHALL BECOME A MORE TACITURN PERSON.
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This is dedicated to my ever growing stupidity. In hopes of changing it for the better, and giving my self less of a chance to be an ass.

The toothpick bridge

I was always a deep south kid; I was born in Louisiana, New Orleans. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my childhood memories from the age of ten and below. The only memory I can remember from when I was young is when my family was moving from Louisiana I was bidding my adieus to my best friend, Grasping my pink bunny named Flopsy, waving good-bye as my sister led me towards the car. I believe that's when my love for bridges came to be.
New Orleans is full of bridges, and as I have been told by my family we crossed over this large bridge so that we could come to where I currently live, Texas. Texas is where seemingly my whole life started. I went to elementary school, I made friends, I started to see life truly come to life. I noticed the butterfly, the flowers, the clouds in the sky. It's when I became aware to what was physically taking place. That's when my love for music started, and I came to know most of my habits, such as, how i am easily amused, how my hand writing wasn't good, I had a bad temper, I asked a lot of questions, and how distant I was from people. I did most of my thinking when I went on walks; the twist is that I too enjoy heights, so I would often try to walk on paths that involved bridges. Looking down gave me a sense of how fragile I really was. It reminded me of how gravity pulled everything down and how every thing was so fragile, if I knocked a rock of the bridge and it hit a hard surface it too would break.
I always had a deep fascination for worldly sciences; I wanted to know why gravity existed, why the sun shone, why I could hear, how I learned, and so I spent the year of my childhood that i can remember being a walking fact database. I knew that a Jiffy is 1/100th of a second, I knew that E (energy)= M (mass) c (light) squared. I knew it was a formula to describe the relation of energy and matter, I knew thing that most people my age did not. It was because of this that the amount of friends I had was minimal. People felt uncomfortable around someone who always spoke about something they did not care about. Thus I confided in bridges. I would go on walks and talk to my self, I would watch the leafs fall from the trees and admire their ability to store light, and change it to energy to live off of. I would look at grass as little cites; every one worked hard in that on a blade of grass to keep it alive and somehow all those blades of grass became connected to form what my seem to the people living in the grass their whole world. So I didn't like stepping on the grass much, I felt like I was stepping on peoples homes.
My love for music came from a very early age. I have family videos of me playing on a small electric piano that was purple. I would write down what I played on a piece of paper that lied next to me. My love for music was born. since then I can most often be seen with a pair of headphones always attached to my head, like a permanent fixture for my cranium. I study while listening to music, I eat while listening to music, fall asleep to music, wake up to music, clean with music playing in the back round, read, anything you can think of doing I do with music. And if I cant bring my headphones not to fear! I sing or rhyme, or I'll just hear songs in my head (A built in music system just for me, eh?). The only time I don't listen to music is when I walk. I don't like to walk while listening to music for then I don't hear the birds. I also don't like listening to music when it's raining or thunder storming, I enjoy those sounds.
But enough of the me; I don't want to be too narcissistic, now do I?

Life is an adventure!

So treat it like one! I was reading farfella's blog post "Champions" And I felt like blogging afterward. So, thanks Farfella! While reading her post, I came across a few quotes I liked a LOT.  Top one that almost made me cry is:

When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world.  I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation.  When I found I couldn't change the nation, I began to focus on my town.  I couldn't change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family.  Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family.  My family and I could have made an impact on our town.  Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.

-Author Unknown
  The other one is :

Now the real adventure starts
A challenge that will truly test the best that's in your heart

Find the courage within

And then begin

To make the world right again,

To make the world right.

-"To Make The World Right Again" from the musical Narnia.

So the first one almost, ALMOST, made me cry; but that is because my life goal has always been to change the world, even if it's the smallest thing.  I can't explain why, maybe I just watched too much PokÉmon and Samurai Jack as a little kid. But that's why I want to become a physicist/mathematician/chemist. Because I want to come up with some crazy idea that just might work. I want to better mankind. 

Now, having covered the first quote; let's move on to the second one! The second reminded me of why I'm so childish, and why I imagine everyday as an adventure for me (the hero) to conquer. Because life IS an adventure! (at least to me.) I before reading farfella's post was feeling kind of down in the dumps, Forever alone, ya' know the feeling? But after reading it and thinking, I got thinking about the bigger thinks, the smaller things, and the things that always dry my tears. I haven't forgotten about being forever alone I just remembered that someday, someday if far away or near in sight, I won't be forever alone. And until then I have my ideas, the outdoors, my art, and my friends to keep me company. So how could I possibly be alone? I also do think that this feeling arose from a so called "mood-swing" so I feel that it should pass. ( that stuff happens when your my age.) But, back to the point. All this gave me a quick remainder of why my life is an adventure and I am the hero. (yes, maybe a little narcissistic.) I hope who ever reads this can feel the same, Cuz damn it feels good! 

I feel as if I have gotten a little more personal with my blog; I guess thats a good thing.

The Heart (it's complicated) *rant*

 I love that picture!

So whats up with people relating love to hearts? why are hearts so sensitive? (IT'S STUDYING TIME!)
Why is it so easy for people to hit your heart, but it's just not as easy when they get up and leave your heart with a hole in it? My school tells me a heart is the strong muscle which pumps blood throughout your body. It is a hollow muscle, about the size and shape of a fist. It is actually made up of two separate pumps. It is called an involuntary muscle because it works without you ever having to think about it working. But my friends tell me the heart is the focus of feelings and intuitions. So how can it be both? How can my heart keep me alive but also be what makes me love? Don't you think thats a little dangerous? So if you got your heart broken does that mean you would die?! (lets not get carried away now...) But, yeah, when i was younger i alway thought that i could just forget about love, ya' know? Just hide under a rock and never hear anything about love. But now that im older I find that a lot of thing in the world are about love. Music, art, books, blogs, conversations. just a lot of things. I find it harder and harder to just ignore this.
So i decided that i'd take the time to sort it through here on my blog.

So, heres my storie for today. When I was little I experienced two crushes in the whole 12 years I was alive. Not many. I remember hearing my friend talk about crushes' and dating all the time, but I just never payed attention. I always took those types of conversations as a waste of time. I still do to this day. I just look at it differently now. But I almost think I cursed my self now because so far anyone Ive taken interests in don't take an interest in me. It has affected my opinion of my self. It has forced me too look at this love situation. It makes me wonder why. Am I not lovable? Of course I am! for my theory in life is everyone in the world has someone even if just one person that will love them. so then why am I mocked at? why do people make fake love notes tell me about them and make me run for them? Si that in the end I could realize I was willing to go through a lot more just to see the name in the note?  Or just so in the end I could feel pitiful for chasing after that note, like a dog chasing a mirage of water in the desert? Is that why? To make me mad? To beat me down? Why? Why must I be taunted like this? I don't like the love game, I don't like having to ask my friend to ask the guy i like questions for me so he doesn't know it was me. I don't like it. Is that why? My next question is why does it bother me so much? why does it get under my skin so much? why is it becoming my achilles heel? Or is it just cuz of my age, because im a teenager? It could be. Ahh im ranting AGAIN! see? This stuff makes me rant! And you know what? this whole situation is making me pretty ballsy (for those who don't know what that mean look it up.) You know what? i feel left out. I don't want some boyfriend for a week or a month. I want something that will be hard to obtain, something that will be like a flower made from crystal. fragile, beautiful, worth the chase. But how long will I wait? How can I wait? Just with the thought of how it'll be worth it in the end? But what if it isn't? What if it ends up in a dead end? what happens if im just left gasping for air in the end like a fish out of water? Am I willing to take the risk? I am. I want to feel the rush, have the good memories to fill space in my mind. I want to feel the pain if it ever comes. I want to play dodge ball. I want to take risks. I'm tired of being on the side watching how to play the game. I want to be pushed into the game. I want to get hit with a ball. to only try again. I want to feel the love. But in the end I feel silly. for wanting a boyfriend for wanting to hold someone hand. I feel stupid for wanting something so animalistic. But at the same time I feel like I can't judge it until i experienced it just once. I want to be in a lab running tests. but i want to be able to go home and have someone to ask me how my day was. It's a simple want, right? But I don't want some body around just to ask me how my day was I want something different. someone who pays as much attention to me as i do to them some one who will stand up for me respect me but want to walk with me. be with me, tell me that my music election sucks and suggest other artists to me. I want that. I don't know what it is. I think it's what you call love. but I am not sure.

Is it? I don't actually expect you all to understand what im say or even to have read this whole post, i don't even expect you to care. But, I... I... am only questioning all this because of this kid. this kid Yeah call it what you want. but... It's left me speechless, I cant even finish my series of thoughts. but honestly i want more action than I do words. I want silence with so much meaning in it, it couldn't be redone, recorded, or replayed. So i have been wondering if this person has ever read my blog do they read it? have they ever read it? I don't know but if they do i wonder if they know who i am. I bet they don't. ima go back and scratch out their name. or maybe replace it with something else. but in the end im left wondering. i could spent hours just typing what im thinking, writing my thought on to my virtual diary, for all to read with all my bad grammar and run on sentences. but I have to sleep some time (sadly.) so i think i'll just leave it at this. for now...
Hearts, they are confusing.

Mental shocks ( awkward moment #1)

Have you ever been in the same class as someone you think you don't know at all? (Like never seen before.)
And you're in the class for about a a month, then all the sudden you realize you've seen that person before.
(shocker!!!)
You're mentally shocked, wondering if they remember you from then. The worst thing of all is you're not even certain it was who you think it was. Because when you look back on to that memory you cant remember their face.
Frustrating, isn't it?
Well, now think you asked the person if they remember the advent, if they were there. and they say "no" you feel relieved. Until of course they ask "why?", then your answer "no reason" seemed stupid. (everyone knows their was a reason.) And you're left to making your little origami boxes. ( that was awkward moment numbero uno.)
It's terrible, right??
Or am I the only one who has moment like that? (awkward moment #2)
*FOREVERALONE* (FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU)
Don't understand my memebase references? NOT TO WORRY! GO HERE.

On a lighter topic... yeah ain't got one right now.
Talky to you all later. BAI!
IN-AND-OUT-¿나디아?

Creativity or the ability to be analytical, that is the question

So It's monday, the first day people think of on sunday. And my question to you on this, maybe fine, monday is how was your monday? (leave your reply in the comments?)


on another, more related, topic to my title; what is skill do you think would be the best to have? Creativity, or the ability to be analytical?
I think creativity is one of the best things to have in life! why? Because without creativity you can't think of new ideas, you would constantly be bored, and you most likely would be depressed.
Plus I guess for me because my world runs on creativity it would be pretty empty without it. I need creativity, it is apart of me, of my life, of the way I think, act, react, it is in everything I do. Without creativity I would be empty... (Creepy thought.) I also think being analytical is important in life too, for without it one would not be able to make sound decisions. So while they both go hand in hand, which do YOU think is most important?

Question of the week: Have you ever had a wish come true?
From your favorite little blogger,
나디아.

The sudden realization...

Of, piercing eyes. Also known as penetrating eyes. I had always wondered what exactly were piercing eyes.
One of the reasons I had always wondered was because I have/had been told many times that I have piercing eyes. So today I set out on a mission to find out what exactly are "Piercing eyes". At first I reached for Google. (Like always Google's like the almost all knowing brother I never had.) Google in return gave me images of so called "Piercing eyes". I looked at them, stared at them for a little while and was found dumbfounded. I noticed nothing different. After a little while of wondering in my mind i hit a thought of " Well, what do normal eyes look like?". And once again reached for my almost all knowing brother, Google. And I was faced with millions of images. So naturally I sorted through about 1 page worths of pictures and picked one I thought suitable.

This was the image:

I find it a good close up of an eye, don't you? Then in my quest i when back, looked up penetrating eyes. And found this image:

My next step to try and understand the meaning of penetrating eyes was "let's look up web definitions!"
I did; and this is what the Internet has to say:

"pen·e·trat·ing

/ˈpɛnɪˌtreɪtɪŋ/ Show Spe[pen-i-trey-ting]  Show IPA

–adjective

1.

able or tending to penetrate; piercing; sharp: a penetrating shriek; a penetrating glance.

2.

acute; discerning: a penetrating observation.

3.

Surgery . noting a wound that pierces the skin, esp. a deep wound entering an organ or body cavity."- From dictionary.com

 

"

• acute: having or demonstrating ability to recognize or draw fine distinctions; "an acute observer of politics and politicians"; "incisive comments"; "icy knife like reasoning"; "as sharp and incisive as the stroke of a fang"; "penetrating insight"; "frequent penetrative observations"
• penetrative: tending to penetrate; having the power of entering or piercing; "a toxic penetrative spray applied to the surface"; "a cold penetrating wind"; "a penetrating odor". "
  From- wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn

 

Then after this I just when back and forth between the two images, trying to see what was different about them. Then, while looking at the so called "piercing eyes" picture,  it hit me like I was falling from the sky. I suddenly felt a chill, I felt the need to look away from the pictures eyes. 

Penetrating eyes are fearsome eyes, they look right at you. They feel almost like they touch you. They are, well, penetrating.

This lady and gentlemen was my realization. I hope It was some-what helpful!
-from you favorite little blogger,
-나디아

Nervous energy

A chronic mental state in which one wants to chew through a wall. It affects millions, every day.
Does it affect you? I know it affects me. Especially when my friend keep squeezing me for answers to questions.
What kinds of "questions"? Questions I find uncomfortable to answer, such as "Who do you like?" "I think this guy likes you!". I find them uncomfortable to answer why? Because I don't like to talk about those things, I don't like to think of romance. I don't like the thought of boyfriends, why? Because I like to think it's best to spend my school days enjoying the simple life. No drama, no complications. Just friends, fun, school. Simple, right?
Wrong! Apparently I am going against every bone in my body. I am going against every law for people my age.
So I am being squeezed, like a little hugs a teddy bear. How is that? Because every corner I turn I see romance People in relationships, it is incredibly hard to forget something when you see it quite often. Let not forget that that takes up a large portion of the conversations my female friends have. (Maybe that's why I have more guy friends then girl...) Now don't think I'm being a small fry and whining over nothing. For you see, I do like someone. And it is quite difficult to not cave in to your whims. And to control your emotions. (It is also quite hard to fight back the urge to blush.) Or to stop your heart from racing. So, yes, I seems the usual teenage drama situation. But in this story the girls resisting relationship, resisting her bones.
Why do I say "Bones? Because every time I find my self looking at this person without realizing where my eyes take me. I walk towards this person, without knowing where i'm going.
And because every time I look at this person I'm happy.  Yeah, I know putting this out on the internet attracts attention. But I just want a place to write.
So, from your favorite blogger.

-나디아

Rhymes, and times of hard ship are the best

Have you ever tried to find the solution for a problem that seems impossible? Has it ever put you in a position that you just don't know what to do anymore? Or have you ever just thought that you should just let things rip, let them roll. Untouched by human hands.
I find it's those times that I am willing to play the part as to sit back and watch. Even if I don't want to; it's like watching a bad TV show. You don't wanna watch it, but you wanna know whats happening. It's also those times that are the hardest. And I like that. I like having to figure out a solution; Weighing out the options... Until there is just one left. It gives me something to think about. (But, I does pull me away from school a little.) I like that feeling of going insane because I just don't know what to do. Why? Because it then gives me the chance to do everything. It gives me the chance to do everything I can think of. How? Because the only logical thing to do when you can't find an answer to a problem is to go on continuing your search. Now, I don't go running around doing stupid thing (at least I try not to...) I like to weigh out my options until I am left with the thing I will try. Really? NO!
Actually I have taken in this atitude that just make life so full of life. (Are you catching my drift?[ If there even is a drift.] )
I have suddenly stopped weighing out my problems and just done what I would never do before. I have decided to let thing roll; untouched by my hands I just sit back and watch which way it's going. I just have decided that lifes no fun if I'm to busy trying to control everything. So instead I have lived! And you know what?
I think it's the best decision I have ever made. Why? Because I have never been so alive! I have never lived with such openness to others. I have never wanted to be around others, I have never let other people truly in. (Yes, you my bloggers get the special seat. You get to read all my thoughts.)
So, I guess you could say I have finally warmed up.
My lifes dodge ball; I have always been on the outskirts just never being in any danger, never risking getting hit by a ball. Never being with the other people. I was onced told to stop being a sissy and get in the center of the square. And I finally did. I'm now with all the other people dodging the balls, having fun, joking around, just doing what I always observed others doing. I am now not only insane to my self, but I have suddenly decided to come out of my cave (CAVE?! Yes, cave I used to be like a hermit.) and spread some of my insanity with the world!
So, hope your okay with someone who walks the world upside down!
From you favorite blogger,

-나디아

the simplicity's of life are complex

What ever happened to being satisfied with fools gold? Why must everyone only want the "pure" gold? Why cant they appreciate this impostor as a good actor? Why must they instead insult it as to name it "fools gold"? Why can't they appreciate this impostor as a amazing thing to find such a very good actor? Why are the simplicity of life so complex? Why does everyone strive for the pure source? Why does life have to be in such a hurry? Why does everyone have to come to a midlife crisis? Why can't we just accept that we grow old and be proud of all the time we have spent here learning, gaining wisdom to match the gray hairs we have earned?
Why must people always think in such a negative way? Why can't the world be happy? Why must I be upside down and you be right side up? How come your not upside down and I'm not right side up?

I guess what I'm really trying to get at is the simple questions that has been asked by many, and answered by so few. Answered by so few because often the answer requires a simpler way of looking at it; and most often people don't really want to search for an answer. They just want it to come to them. They want it to be easy. But their is that saying nothing worth pursuing will ever be easy. (Of course I am paraphrasing and I don't recall who said that but I think it gets the point across.) Some of you may be wondering why do I write of such things why don't I write about; I don't know, other stuff. My answer to whom ever asks; because I write to hopefully make a small difference. To hopeful change who ever reads this, look on everything to something different.
Why? Because since the day I completely understood anything I immediately wanted to teach it to someone, anyone willing to listen. I have this compulsive need to help others. I pry my self on teaching someone something at lest trying to, to my fullest ability.
And just as I like to teach I also like to be taught. I appreciate a complete thought, I feel fulfilled when I see someone save a cricket from drowning in a pool. Or when someone has the understanding to set aside their differences for the better.
In other word I just appreciate it when people are loving. I understand that I, nor anyone else can be completely loving and nice and all that crap all the time; but, I feel that one should at lest try to. That doesn't mean being someone prissy who doesn't fight back, no it means that you are willing to reason when the situation can be reasoned with.
It means being able to love with out having to go around hugging and kissing every thing. It doesn't mean having to wear your heart on your sleeve. It doesn't mean having to be loved by every one, in fact it mean some times being hated. But it means  to accept why their is animosity in the world; and to understand and move on. You don't have to always be smiling (in fact I almost always have a strait face...) it means being able to have compassion; not pity, but the genuine want to help someone. To genuinely care, to be able to wait for as long as it takes, and when it comes around to be able to forgive. It means being quiet sometimes, it means being mean sometimes, it means having to to the hardest things sometimes. But to always to understand the other parties perspective. Even though you do have to wait for a lot in life, you should never put your life on hold; your life should always be in motion. Never still. Not to dwell in or on the past. to accept that when the news announces the death of 20 people to understand that people are always dieing, for every reason imaginable but people are always being born, not to get sucked in. but instead let it roll off you skin. Because no matter how bad the world may be, it is always equally good. Even if you chose to believe the world is hell it is still heaven to some one else in the world some where else. (possibly even in the same room.)

So, today my bloggies I leave you with this food for thought, consume it, digest it, and decide if you like it.
From your favorite little blogger,

-나디아

Thursdays thirst

Long time no see; your probably wondering if I was eaten by zombies and have been repossessed. The answer to that question is, No. I have not been devoured by zombies in some elaborate scheme to escape the world. Quite the contrary, I have been making elaborate schemes to insure my survival.
Plans for this weekend. Deep thoughts to come up with a reason. A reason for what? Ahh, that is a question I can't answer; It's too deep to mention. (actually it's to mean to mention...) Your probably like "what?! mean? How, why, why would YOU think of something mean? You seem so nice!". And my answer to you is Yes, I am nice. But I am also a little bit of a snot nosed punk, Who too likes to plan and see things through all the way. Is that true? Yes, a little but thats not the case this time. I was just pulling your chain. (Why yes, you are now tied to a tree, don't like it? then I'll just have to get the key won't I? Alright I'm going to get it. *2 minuets later* Here you go! *throws it in the pond.* Oh well guess I'll just have to keep pullin' you chain won't I?) I can, and will tell you "why" I am planing.
I'm actually planing to try and help my friend confess her feelings to this guy. (And it is NOT fun, its unnecessary "teenage drama" I am adding to my life.) But I am ever so tired of hearing her talk about him in the strange, almost bipolar way. Let me give you an example. She says the likes him but she find him really short, ugly( meaning unattractive,), and mean. so my question to her is well you have just ruled out personality and looks, so why do you like him? her answer "I don't know! I just do even thought he is really ugly...". So, I have taken it under my serious thought of how she will tell him , the after affects, and if it will fix her bipolar-ness. (Yes that's right BIPOLAR-NESS!) And one of the factors I must consider is how I can manage to get as far away from my family as possible. Because they are the most nosy, meddling people I have ever met. (And only my grandmother is this way. The rest of them seem relatively oblivious, and uncaring.)
So I have found a way to make my father happy, he can go to his most favorite place in the whole wide world for three hours, Barnes & noble. As for my grandmother she dose not like Asian food, or culture, so I was thinking she may want to go with my dad, or just stay home... I'm not sure.

So now you know. how evil I really am... Now don't go blabbing about it!
From your favorite little blogger,
-나디아.

tongue twisters

Yes, my friend that's right these are only the toughest tongue twisters ever told. Why they'd have your tongue in a knot if told to fast, you might have to spend weeks not being able to say any thing right. Are you brave enough to take them?

here are some of the tongue tie-in champions,

A tree toad loved a she-toad
Who lived up in a tree.
He was a two-toed tree toad
But a three-toed toad was she.
The two-toed tree toad tried to win
The three-toed she-toad's heart,
For the two-toed tree toad loved the ground
That the three-toed tree toad trod.
But the two-toed tree toad tried in vain.
He couldn't please her whim.
From her tree toad bower
With her three-toed power
The she-toad vetoed him.

Yup, why this beauty tied three peoples tongues in just five minuets. The poor fools they left just repeating themselves trying to say "the three-toed toads", over and over again.
Well moving on to our next champ.

She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
The shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I'm sure she sells seashore shells.

I had a hard time saying that three times fast, around the second time I was saying it, all i could hear was "sshe shells seashell by the sheashore." I kept adding "H" to every thing.

and here are some more tongue twister champs.

This one below it my favorite one i can say it four time fast! how many time can you?

Betty Botter had some butter,
"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter,
it would make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter--
that would make my batter better."

So she bought a bit of butter,
better than her bitter butter,
and she baked it in her batter,
and the batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter
bought a bit of better butter.

So many "b's" my head alomst hurts.

next!

A big black bug bit a big black bear,
made the big black bear bleed blood.

well there one more, its one of my favorites too! Give it a whirl its not such a bad one it really quite easy.

You've no need to light a night-light
On a light night like tonight,
For a night-light's light's a slight light,
And tonight's a night that's light.
When a night's light, like tonight's light,
It is really not quite right
To light night-lights with their slight lights
On a light night like tonight.

well if you have a hunger for more of these tongue twisters than go here for some more.

hoped you all enjoyed this silly post.