Punishment

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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.

My short story!

The house abutting a zoo.

The boys only accompanist was himself; he always believed every one would eventually betray you in the end. such as he was doomed to take up the practice himself. He was achillean; by achillean I mean just like Achilles, Invincible with only one small weakness.
" dinners done!" He heard off in the distance. He stepped up, gulped, and stared hard at the door; walked across the room, opened the door, he looked to the right, to the left, and stared... Down the hall, to the left, was a affectation girl, whom often appeared to him in the form of a dragon; she'd breath fire every chance she got! As he passed through his doorway. Still staring at the "zone";  he cautiously mad his way past the Affectation girl's zone. He set forth to the next challenge: THE LIVING ROOM. Slowly he looked up, breathing heavily, the living room was filled with aboriginal specimens. One step out of place and it'd be the end.  He swallowed, sweat beads forming on his forehead, he pushed up his glasses. With a single leap he jumped to the couch! But, oh no, he was not clear! A tumble met a harsh bang against the cold, wooden floors, and off he was with a sprint!

Once he reached the acme of importance in the house; the kitchen. The boy had an abstruse thought: "what will be for dinner?". He accosted his mind for the answer.  Unable to Answer his question he proceeded tot the dining surface, he seated him self and shortly after; bestowed upon his table, where he sit, a plate filled abundantly with food. He acceded the Fork of fury, and the knife of knowledge, So that he may continue his perilous journey to the depths of his dinner.

While on his journey he became acquainted with an artichoke named, Feng; sadly Feng was betrayed, and consumed on the spot. Shorty after the boy was drenched in guilt he felt acerbity, he stopped to sit under a broccoli tree when he saw flys abasing themselves in the puddle of oil that lay. He chuckled quietly to himself, when out of the blue- a caper fell from the tree. The Caper was acrimonious. Not even greeting him, it just attempted to climb back up the tree, failing, of course. The boy greeted the Caper, trying to converse the taciturn Caper. After a little the boy advocated for trust from this caper, requesting a "true" friendship. Remembering how he had betrayed Feng. The caper promised to become his adjutant, and assist him with his journey. But when day came the Caper was no where in sight. He looked over to see he had hist trusty never failing knife, and... "FORK? WHERE ARE YOU?!" yelled the boy jumping from where he lay. It seems the caper absconded during the night and took with him the fork of fury.
The boy now furious when looking. He traveled north until he reached a strange horizon. As he neared, He ran to abrupt break; the plate no longer continued. He turned around and headed back. He then traveled south, he entered the potato forest. As he continued farther in he suddenly realized everything was achromatic.

A flash, noise like a gun, a kick, and off went the shadow! A chase had begun! the boy ran, he ran as fast as he could! Running towards the corn field he lept in an aerostat and started the engine!

He flew to the west, nothing! H flew to the east, where he met a squash, whose name was in fact squash, Squash had nowhere to be, nowhere to go, and thus a friendship formed. They walked towards the aerostat, Squah looked over and smiled, the boy smiled back and asked: "so where to?" with a laugh, a jolly disposition they set off. Two friends on a new journey.

2010 Houston Korean Festival!

Yay! so turns out they do have a Korean festival in Houston! (Yay  x1,000)
But sadly I passed up this opportunity to go with my cousins. And instead am going (or did go.) to kung-fu.
And I find it better that I missed it 'cause I'm waiting till they get Wonder girls or Miss A over here!
But if you did go did you like it? (keep in mind that it is only there secound year hosting the korean festival in Houston.) 
Anyway, I'm out of words and instead bring you yet again music videos!


G-Dragon = A boy




SHINee = Lucifer (샤이니 = Lucifer)




2PM = Heartbeat

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

Different minds different ideas, Food for thought

Have you ever once stumbled across the difficult question why do I write the letter "D" that way? Why not write it in all one smooth stroke; instead of one line down and then a rounded line from the top to bottom to make a "D".
Why not write a lower case "d" like you would a music note? Why specifically must I use that technique?
why do we abide by the laws of white lines on the ground? They aren't walls, just lines. I know their is a reason for it; but why does the mainstream society hardly ever think of really, WHY?
They just learn what it's their for, how to abide the laws of it, and then never really question. Just like most people don't averagely look up.

I'll give you an actually scenario (An experiment I was working on a while ago.) about mid April 2010 (the current year; if you happen to read this some time on in the future.)
I was sitting on the the roof right next to my window about 1 story up. Their was a mother walking by across the street with her child. I yell hello to see if she would notice me; She stops looks around (not even once did it hit her to look up.) then once again starts up walking but, this time a little faster (I think out of fear.).
I tried this same test over again on several different people. Non of them looked up. (Not even the cop. which surprised me; I would have thought a cop would have heard where the sound was coming from and looked up, but no. I was kinda glad though 'cause if he had seen me up there, I probably would have gotten in trouble...) So why do we just do? Why don't we question every day things? Why not question specifically why your going in this direction? Why must you follow the G.P.S?(Did you know that G.P.S stand for Global Positioning System?)
Why don't you think of questions? Why do I?
These are things I find, are not questioned enough. I realize the white lines on the floor are to direct the traffic to the proper locations and the keep from total disaster; But why do people obey them, and disobey them? (Not including drunk drivers 'cause they can't even see the lines clearly.)
So why do we just follow orders so willingly?
Why is it that they are rarely truly questioned?

Well, that was my view of this "Topic". Digest it, process it, and finally come to a conclusion about it. Hope you liked my food for thought!
From you favorite little blogger,
-나디아

Fridays fry

Fridays usually dictate staying up late, having fun, enjoying life.
But this Fridays one of a different story.
It seems still, like a storms coming; as if to say beware Saturday brings the unknown.
Well not entirely unknown, it brings my first day of korean school and a kung-fu class.
Does that sound unknown to you? Yes, well then I guess I know about as much as the chair I'm sitting on.
Why is it I have this nervous feeling. A mixture between excitement and fear.
Its like harboring lightning and water in you body; they electrify you but make you wonder...
Wonder what will come, what should I do, what should I feel?

You my bloggies are ever so easy to talk to.
Why? Its probably cause' I know none of you, You're all practically strangers to me. Which makes it easy to say what ever is on my mind. Because even if someone I know where to come along and read this, how would they know it was me?
They wouldn't! Unless, of course they asked me if this was my blog. Then in that case They would know and it would no longer be as easy to say what ever I feel like.
Understand, my bloggies I'm a quiet person, a person of little but a lot of knowledge. I'm cold but warm, loving but hateful.
recently I have had an issue come up and it has made me question. what is love? Do I love? Am I in love?
I would generally say There is no defined answer; because in reality there isn't a defined answer.(Considering love it such an abstract thing.) But, now I want to have my own answer. I want to be able to proudly say that yes, I do what love is!
But every time I am ever asked if I do love I push away from everything.
I say the truth but it's all lies. How can that be?
How can you love something and entirely want to be with it, near it. But mention not even a word about it; not even to the walls.
Then when you mention it to Just one object, you completely make up something to say that every thing I just spent an hour saying was all a joke. I was just practicing for drama class. seeing if I could convince you. I did, I convinced you it was all made up. but I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you. But for me to tell you, you would have to be frozen forever in life never to be able to remember it again.
Why is that?


Instead I come running to blogger so that I can write what ever I feel like; so anyone in the world can read it. and never know who wrote it.
So there can be a question mark over my face.

I leave you my bloggies with this.
Digest it, think what you want of it.
This is my little piece of thought to you.
-나디아

history day

Today I'm gunna write something educational! yay? maybe.. Read it and weep!

Edison Vs Tesla The war on currents
By: Nadia M luis

It’s the late 1880; There are numerous cities lit, only to reveal a giant spider web of wire. Some have even fallen on people and killed them. While there was light to see and power to power the ideas of many others, there too was a heavy price to pay. Edison’s direct current method was not very good. The copper wires that were used were always melting or falling; Edison’s direct current also did not produce enough power so the lights were always dim.
In 1884 when the new mad scientist came into town, arriving with only 4 cents in his pocket. He quickly found a job, working for Tomas Edison. A man Tesla knew very little about, but what he did know about him he disagreed upon. They were a clash; the biggest clash to have ever been recorded.
But that did not stop Tesla from working for him. When Tesla was still new to Edison’s lab he told Edison that he would like to improve upon his dc system. Of course Tesla already had a design idea for another current motor, Edison knew and cared little Tesla’s idea. However Edison offered him a heavy reward if he could improve his electric system. Thinking it would be an impossible task; Or as he called it later “ an American joke.”.
Soon after Tesla reported back saying he had completed the task. And Edison being a cheap sake, told him “ It was just an American joke.” and Tesla quite right after and did not leave anything that was his behind.
A year later or so, a young man named George Westinghouse noticed Tesla’s idea , and offered to purchase his alternating current system idea. Tesla when along with the trade and built a lab with his new found wealth.
Even though Tesla alternating current system was a much better idea, people still had a hard time accepting it. And Edison’s Direct current lived on. Although once it started to attract attention Edison quickly took to dirty play. His first attempt was when he has stolen a little AC motor and showed to the world; he compared it to his own DC and described it “Direct current is like a river flowing peacefully to sea, while alternating current is like a torrent rushing violently over a precipice.”
Which couldn’t have been farther from the truth. He other attempt involved trying to show the average person that AC was dangerous by electrocuting animals like stray dog’s and cat’s, along with animals that farmer didn’t want. But his most remembered attempt to deface Westinghouse was when he built the first electric chair. He asked the prison for a subject and got a axe murderer who was sentenced to death. The sight was describe as atrocious.
While Edison had won the battles he had not one the war and there was still one more chance for Westinghouse to win. The fair.
Edison offered to do it for $1 million to power fair. He’s demonstration of the setup was a dark, heavy, dangerous web of copper wire. While Westinghouse offered to power the fair at half the price (including the lack of the web) it an easy accomplishment for Alternating current and that’s when alternating current won the trust of the commoners. Shortly there after the U.S started ordering stuff in ac.

Sources: http://www.pbs.org/tesla/ll/ll_warcur.html, http://www.nuc.berkeley.edu/dept/Courses/E-24/E-24Projects/MariaChang/The_War_of_Currents/The_War_of_Currents.htm, http://staff.fcps.net/rroyster/war.htm, http://gizmodo.com/5479595/nikolas-letterhead-and-how-tesla-won-the-war-of-the-currents, http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1387799/nikola_tesla_thomas_edison_and_the.html, http://www.lucidcafe.com/library/96jul/tesla.html,

나디아 out! thanks for reading! hope you learned something! ;)

SHOPPING FOR NEW PHONES

So, my 6 followers, can you help me?
Cause' i could really use your help. I'm looking for a new phone on a new network. verison. got any suggestions? I'm a pretty heavy texter, and I don't have time to constantly keep charging my phone.
And as a girl I would want a pretty compact phone that can take a beating. (not like i'm hard my electronics, but, it's just precautionary measures... (; )
So, here are some of the picture of the phones that I have taken an interest in!








My 6 followers I call upon you to help me! so, HELP ME!
Are you up for the challenge?

lonely, I'm mister lonely

I'm mister lonely, as sit in my chair, I twiddle my fingers to the sound of despair.
the clock tick's away; as time is not abundant, I sit in my chair;
to watch my youth go by only like a fly.
This is an expression of my sadness, not just a silly poem; this is how a feel, inside-
an hour glass goes, the sand inside as a steady stream of water not to realize how it feels inside; I twiddle my fingers to the sound of that fly.
As I sit in my chair with that bare stare to Wonder why, I think of an apple. It blooms in the spring on a big, bountiful tree only to be eaten; but does the apple care?
It blooms, to be a beautiful flower, and the hour glass goes, it tips; and the stream flows.
The flower ages to fold to a bud, to rounden' to an apple, to be picked, to be eaten. But does the flower care?
The flower blooms to be an apple; the tree chooses to keep the flower alive; dose the tree care?
the tree lives wild and majestic, free of human like burdens. It lives a simple life. It feeds off of things that have long died in the soil; and grows to feed others.
It grows to feed the birds so that they may not feel the sorrow the tree may feel when he has feed to many. The soil dries, and that flower dies.
I ask the fly as it stands by my side "does to soil care?"
and the fly cry's the soil cares, for if it didn't, the birds would have died. the tree died for another tree that grew of it's seed. To keep the birds alive.
So as I sit in my chair to thank the fly, I say " to think that my only sorrow was that of my youth fly by." The hour glass stops and the fly dies.

Written by- Screw ball/나디아.