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

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.

Do you think I'm Emo?

I have been called emo a couple of times during my life time but, lately I have been called emo a lot.
To be quite clear yes. I probably do act a little emo some time, but all the time; I just don't see it...
I have been called emo for writing a poem, for liking the song moonlight sonata by Beethoven(which is my numero uno song on my play list.), wearing a black jacket with a hood, for not smiling, and some people even say I just look emo all the time.
Is it really possible that people of the twenty-first century really don't know the meaning of EMO?
Well, just in case I have arranged a definition of the word emo.

emo

"Emo" is not short for "Emotional." "Emo" does not mean Taking Back Sunday and Dashboard Confessional, despite what MTV has lead you to believe in the last few years. "Emo" is not side-bangs, tight pants, and male vocalists who sing like little girls about their failed relationships. "Emo" is not the use of diluted, meaningless metaphors and similes such as "My arms are like pine cones," and most definitely is not the rampant use of words such as "autumn," "heart," "knife," "bleeding," "leaves," and "razor blade." I just thought I'd clear that up after all of these "definitions" in which I have encountered an unbelievable amount of people who try to pass off their blatantly false pretenses as fact, and are slowly infecting others with their high-horse, holier-than-thou bull. Because honestly, with your ridiculous definitions, Beethoven, and George Gershwin are/was "emo bands."- urban dictionary that ought to clear things up! so subum I'm sorry, but you, like me are not an emo and are just a intelligent teen *cough* who happens to be a person and does get sad some time { just like every one else}. SO YAY!!!!! I'M NOT EMO!!!!!!!! (Is that proof enough?) smile face time!!! :D :P :) :)) :O :D (My happy smiley faces most likely will ward off all emos!! L.O.L! { including sunbum ;) } By the way no offense emo people.....

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.

spandex guy!!! D:

Okay, as some of you may know there have been mysterious blobs of food on our sealing. And I believe some of then are stressed in doused, believe it or not! yeah so i think is happens when where cookin' and where having a conversation with some one in our familia and then of course we always ands up splatting some thing or throwing, dropping, and or just slamming it in to the counter because where Portuguese! but anyway i think it ands up that all the food that was on the object happens to fly off in to the unknown... oohhh spooky!
But wait theres more!...
after another morning of waking up to something horrifying, my mother said "hey, what are thoughts dot the the sealing?" me "...." mom "is it poo!?!" me "no!... at least i don't think so.....my face looked perplexed. my mom "go get my glasses!" anyway after about a half of an hour later she reached the conclusion it was dried food. we kept saying we where going to clean that but then we thought is just like a pea sized drop.and that no one wold notice. we had to go to the pet store my favorite store to go to...... petsmart!! yah wohoo!! petsmart!
and on our way we saw a guy riding his bike and as our car got closer to the guy he turned out he was an old man but the weird thing it that he was in spandex pants!! horrifying i know but the grosses thing of all was his spandex pants where really old so they where worn down on the butt so you could see his butt as if he wasn't even wherein pants! i know, i know as if it wasn't bad enough his pants had to be see through... but the good was that we passed him so we didn't have to see old butt! yay no more butt! so this is a warning to all how where spandex!....... never where it!

assassin cat strikes

on this episode of assassin cat we discover that a once normal cat is now......
an ASSASSIN!!

okay,
it all started on a beautiful day in a Houston,
it the 6 of the first month and there is not a cloud in the sky.....

we, meaning me,mom,dad, and sister are all going to go look and home's or condominiums or any other live space ect.

so we spent a very long time out. for the reasons stated above....
and when we got home no more then 30minuets have pasted and *BOOM*

And then my mom "nadia!!!!"

me " what...."

mother "come down here now!"

i was rather upset to be disturbed for my nerd room where the hear of me lies....
on the computer!
*what did you think i was going to say?!

honestly you people act as if you don't know me..... any way when i came down stares i hear screaming and yelling.....

in my head i was really thinking [must get back to mother-board. Location bedroom to the left second story.]

when i saw a little bit of the evidence it was horrifying........It was the really big toy the cat had pushed down the second story balcony and it fell...... about three inches from my mother as she stood their with a horrified face....... she yelled and told me to never leave my toys on the balcony again..... but she told me one thing before she yelled and it was...............
NEVER TRUST AGAIN!!

and that's the day that a once Innocent cat became ASSASSIN CAT.

The End

We Will Meet Again!