Showing posts with label Saying of the week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saying of the week. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2011

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. 



Monday, September 19, 2011

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.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

New change for the new

So, How about I exchange, words for pictures? I submit a manga page or more per day, or week. Like a diary I guess. But WAY more exciting~ woo~ ^^ I hope it won't be to hard to be on a schedule. For now i'll try to submit one either late today, or supper early tomorrow. A.K.A 2am. XD (Still my summer~ woo~)

in&out, ¿나디아?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Sims idols (kpop exclusive)

Hai Guys! ^^ It's been awhile... ^^' I'M REALLY SORRY! But this is a time of need! I need my 9 followers to help me out on this. I know, I know, I'm asking a lot from you guys. But this is my time of need! I NEED YOU TO SIGN IT! THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH! How could the world not need a kpop idols sims game? IT DOES NEED IT! HELP SPREAD THE WORD! Go here!
love,
¿나디아?

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Heart (it's complicated) *rant*

 I love that picture! http://www.smileycodes.info


So whats up with people relating love to hearts? why are hearts so sensitive? (IT'S STUDYING TIME!) http://www.smileycodes.info
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.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Sugarland, exploration via videos

Hello! So after getting out of the doctors office yesterday we went exploring!http://www.smileycodes.info (By exploring i mean we got hungry and wanted to eat.) And food we certainly found. In fact we went to whole foods market (the nicest looking whole foods market i have ever been to!) Also I've got good and bad new from the doctor. Bad news first, I have to wear a splint for 3 weeks, and i have to have physical therapy for eight weeks. Good news! My wrist is not broken ( like i thought it might have been.) but in face just is having issues with the tendons. apparently due to my flexibility. (physical therapy is to tighten my tendons.) but, yeah, not bad! at least it isn't broken that would have been a pain! (literally.) So, if you're wondering whats up with the videos they are my unedited explorations of sugarland, tx. (you jelly?)
Enjoy!
If you're wondering why their are six videos my phone didn't have a memory card so it could only record short videos. I got a memory card so in the future this wont happen again!http://www.smileycodes.info
K,THKX,BAI! http://www.smileycodes.info

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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!!!)http://www.smileycodes.info
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. http://www.smileycodes.info
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?? http://www.smileycodes.info
Or am I the only one who has moment like that? (awkward moment #2)
*FOREVERALONE* (FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU)
Don't understand my memebase references?http://www.smileycodes.info NOT TO WORRY! GO HERE.

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

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The life changing Marshmallow, fortune cookie (just food in general)

Unlike the title may seem; I was not under the influence when writing this. (Just so you know.)

Actually, this post is partly inspired by Coltin1948's blog post. Titled " The Toxic Marshmallow". (A very interesting post, I must say.) And also inspired by a friend of mine and his fortune cookie. (Mysterious, right? I know...)http://www.smileycodes.info

Mr. Coltins story goes "Imagine that you are 4-years old, and that your parents have volunteered you for a research study that will cause you to experience a most excruciating kind of pain. A researcher leads you into a room and sits you at a table. A marshmallow is placed in front of you. The researcher explains that you will be left alone with the marshmallow, and if you decide you want to eat it, you need only to ring the bell. If you do, the researcher will return. You will eat the marshmallow and your trial will be over. However, if you choose not to ring the bell, and to hold off on eating the marshmallow, the researcher will return and give you a second marshmallow." sounds simple right? (Dont you just love my rhetorical questions? [I sure do!]) This takes you to a conclusion that this is a research program. And that conclusion is correct! Except...http://www.smileycodes.info "But, what does it matter? One marshmallow or two. What is the big deal?

Psychology professor, Walter Mischel first conducted his famous marshmallow experiments on 4-year olds in the 1960s. When he later followed up on his subjects, as teenagers, he found that the high-delayers -- those who could wait 15 minutes -- had S.A.T. scores that were, on average, more than 200 points higher than those who could wait only 30 seconds." - Coltin1948
So this has you thinking know. You're probably thinking "Oh so that old times saying ' patience is golden' really is true??" (Well, you should have known that in the first place.) 
Getting warmer! 
Final hint!!
"The low-delayers -- the kids who were not able to delay gratification for 15 minutes -- were more likely to grow up making life-damaging choices like dropping out of school, abusing drugs or alcohol, and even committing crimes." At this point their are two pieces of imforamtion. the 'news' Good news is that Mischel and his researchers found that they could teach kids how to ignore the marshmallow. but for most kids, such strategies have to be learned, developed, and practiced.
The bad news is that only about 30 percent of Mischel’s marshmallow kids found a way to last the 15 minutes. 

 Now, time for the second story! (Two stories in one night?! I HIT THE JACKPOT!!)http://www.smileycodes.info 
 I turn on my computer, wait for it to load, login, and go on facebook. I scroll down, look, and see this↓

I read my daily fortune cookie!
Lucky Numbers: 37 54 83 68
So, I took it lightly and decided to comment on this. My comment "But DON'T WALK INTO IT! that means you're dying.". Three hours later... (Boy, does time fly!!) "OH SHIT I JUST GOT A FORTUNE COOKIE THAT SAID I'M GUNNA DIE :O" were his exact post words.  I was like "OH MY GOSH!!" Then suddenly realized. this was because of my comment. I felt TERRIBLE, after that!  http://www.smileycodes.info(SO YOU DECIDE TO BLOG ABOUT IT?!) Skipping all the unimportant information. (Not like I'm trying to hid anything...)  I discover that he actually got a fortune cookie today that read "good night because you're not gunna wake up". I was SHOCKED!http://www.smileycodes.info How could a fortune cookie be so blunt?! I thought they had more tact than that! (I gave them more credit than credit was due.) That besides the point; I remembered Colin1948's blog post I read earlier today; and suddenly reached the conclusion that...
FOOD IS A DANGEROUS THING!!  I mean if a marshmallow can predict how well you'll do in life, and a fortune cookie can predict your death! Then why all my life did I think food was a friendly little friend I could just eat when ever I got hungry?! ( friendly little friend?) WHAT A MONSTER FOOD IS!
What do you think; food, friend or foe? 
-¿나디아? 

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Brb. *4 weeks later* I'm back!!

Heyy, fb! Whopps! I mean Blogger, Hehe.. (Totally not where I've been spending all my time...)
So, how is it goin'? Your life been good? While, mine? Yeah, it's been normal. Honestly I haven't come on my blog in ages (Just an exaggeration! RIGHT?! *sigh* I neglect my blog too much. ) I honestly have been trying to think of ways to make my blog more awesome. Also i have been trying to think of a new name form my blog.
So far I've come up with: The inner workings, anime sundays, the SHOWDOWN, Tops crops, my mind, the inner working of a kid like me, and last but not least, Owl the legend O.O.
What do you think? Good names, bad names? I'm trying to make my blog a little piece of my home for thoughts; since i'm to shy to have a vlog (I don't like being seen. I prefer this.). Yes my bloggies (do you guys like being called that?? ) I wish to basically invite you into my home on the inter-webs. (hospitality not always included...)
So, yeah i'm building my home AGAIN, and makin' it comfy. Do I get a house warming present?!

-¿나디아?

Monday, December 6, 2010

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.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

new saying of the week

I am contnuing the saying of the week thing the rules are, who ever find the true meaning of the saying of the week gets a cool blog badge that I will hand make. so you can proudly display it on you blog!

The saying of the week is......
"It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end." - Ursula K. Le Guin

You can also find the saying of the week at to very top of my blog in the box that has a picture of some green cubs.

Good luck!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

MIND CANDY!! new!

okay, i would like to inform you all that the so called "saying of the week."
is a mind candy contest, and the prize will be a badge that will be a picture of the saying you have mastered and some thing else that will make it look cool. each prize given out will be different and or custom for every person ,before every one starts guessing i suggest that you read carefully and that you take you time there is no hurry, you have one week to answer this{ as a wise man once said "Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy."
- Kahlil Gibran.
}

okay they will be posted on where the picture of the cubes happens to be and will be different every week.
its at the very top of the blog.
where it say international morse code chart. yah thats where it is okay? good. good luck to every one. and remeber its only the first person to get it right wins!

and p.s dont ask why i started this i just felt like it okay?!