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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

Earth day! (is it one word?)

Step by step, 1 2 3, dipdi daridu!~ So, in order to be more earth friendly I will not type much, and just show you all my day! {to save space on the internet :) }

I whent to starbuck and got a free cup of coffee! They were having an earth day special, that if you brought your own travel mug you'd get free coffee! It was nniiiiccceee!

Went to the back; realized how the wells Fargo picture isn't well drawn. It's okay...

Got out of the car like 500,000,000.000 times! Did a lot of walking. lol.

 pumped up the atmosphere with some partay music!

 drove by a park with a bunch of duck just chillin' by the trees.

 So I decided to stalk them!

 THEY BE CHILLIN' CUZ IT'S FRIDAY.

 This duck was eating something. I didn't bother to find out what, I didn't want to scare all the ducks away.

 I actually got pretty close to them, they were very domesticated.

 HE RAN FROM ME! why u run duck?!

 Hes just lookin' cuz im that good looking. ;D

 Such a beautiful duck. I really thought i'd never get a good picture of this one.

 I found some mating in the park and felt like I was David Attenborough!

 Still watching the mating cycle of the duck. I was curious as to why the duck on top pushed the duck located on the bottoms, head, down.

 B.J DUCK! (not appropriate for children.)

 just keep walking, just keep walking-...

 Didn't edit that photo! I came out that way.

So, HAPPY EARTH-DAY!

Music/ updates of my eargasms.

Yeah, you read the title, didn't you?! If you did no need for more words.

Nomak - "Geishas In the Days Feat. Pismo" 

 

 Everyone knows this song, right?! 

itaewon freedomw/ jyp

4minute - Heart to heart  *♥♥♥♥*

Facking love this song!! Nujabes -feather (r.i.p nujabes, you will be remembered.)

this song is old but i love it! snsd- chocolate love.

la-la-love this song! i spent a whole week listening to nothing but this. cyne - arrow of god

peter,bjorn and john- second chance. (good song.♥)

All right, mission over- ¿나디아?

The mornings

Mornings! The beautiful time of the day when the sun has just come up; the grass has dew on it, the birds are chirping! While for me awaking in the morning may not always be the most lovely experience. Waking up to a full bladder, rushing to the bathroom with eyes still closed, only to run into the wall on the way.  After reliving my bladder I am more fully awake and thoroughly bruised. Ready for breakfast! Hungry like the wolf! as one might say; of course not eating for eight hours straight does that to a person, Ya' know? But down the stair I go bright eyed and bushy tailed. Once after gliding down the stairs like a ninja, that is of course if you believe elephants can jump. I make a sharp left into the kitchen, open the cabinet, carefully examine the cereal boxes and weigh out which one I feel like eating. A very complicated process, that requires a lot of mental ability! To decide weather to eat Cheerios or honey bunches of oats in the morning will affect my mental performance through out the day. thus why most of the time I mix them together, Because everyone knows that some of life's best thing are mixtures! for example: water. It a mixture of hydrogen and oxygen. and that's some pretty good stuff, eh? Unless you happen to like soda better.
Now, seeing ass how the bowl is full of cereal I decide cereal is better with milk, add some milk, and...BAM! you got yourself a delicious gourmet meal that's perfect for the morning (GRANTED YOU HAVE TO WASH THE DISH). After ruthlessly murdering the cereal, also known as eating it.  It's about time to get stressed! Or as I meant dressed! The race against the clock begins to get ready before school starts. This includes Washing the face, brushing the teeth, getting dressed, grabbing stuff, putting on shoes, and leaving. To put it into one one sentence: mornings are WONDERFUL! That is of course if you think the earth it flat.

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.

Socially awkward moment #2

The "high-five".  Is perhaps the most uncomfortable thing to use at times. (especially if you get left hanging... possibly socially awkward moment #3.) And even I used it today ( perhaps the reason I'm writing this post.) I learned my lesson. I SHALL NEVER, EVER, use the "high-five" EVER AGAIN! I have waaaaay to many socially awkward moments as it stands and would like to reduce the number of occurrences. Even though I use them on my blog as humorous things they truly are a sickness. (a mental illness that takes over all people who have been in their house soo much they literally have no sigh of the sun on their skin at all.) Also, if you just happen to be an innocent geek please note you should NEVER compare peoples handwriting to word processing texts. But, that is a story for another socially awkward post. (Not that I have many of these stories to tell...[ Don't listen to her! she has many stories for you.] SHUT UP!) *clears throat* Yes, now, back to the actual discussion.
Here is an example of the "high-five" mistake.

"eating oreo cookies with milk while watchin house, perfect."

about an hour ago ·

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    Steph Ngo Share!

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    Nadia Luis with who? im watchin house on my room.
    but you may have an imaginary oreo! :)

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    Steph Ngo thnk you :)

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    Nadia Luis your welcome.

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    Sarah Lai i never get to eat oreos....

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    Viet Ta and u'll never will lol jk sorry i cant keep the evil in me

    47 minutes ago ·
  • Nadia Luis ahahahaha, sarah got burned! :D +high fives viet-

    35 minutes ago ·
  • Viet Ta ‎.... yea high fives

    25 minutes ago ·
  • Nadia Luis ahah, yeah i know it's incredibly hard to process all my stupid comments.

    19 minutes ago · 

Sugarland, exploration via videos

Hello! So after getting out of the doctors office yesterday we went exploring! (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!
K,THKX,BAI!

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?

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...)

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... "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!!) 
 I turn on my computer, wait for it to load, login, and go on facebook. I scroll down, look, and see this↓

See the light at the end of the tunnel.

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!  (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! 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? 

New name, new face, new person?

Have you noticed anything? Anything... Well, you know, different? *rambling* Oh! you did?! (Thank goodness! I thought you were hopeless.) Yeah, my blog has a different face, different name, different posts? (maybe better??) Well, not sure about that... (I was kind of hoping for some positive reinforcement. Gosh, can't you guys be any nicer??) It's okay I'm giving you all a chance to actually say what your thinking in the comments. (Yeah, I should stop imposing my will on you guys Im a horrible hostess!- again? no positive- oh never mind.) But, yes, Im glad you noticed the new "face lift" I gave my blog. (Ahahahaha, yeah, you better have! I spent a looonngg time on trying to find this!! *shakes fist in the air*) Enough hostile communications; have you noticed the new music? Do you like it? If not you can always just stop it ya' know. And yes, yes, I know most people who have music that automatically plays on their blogs are like douches.   Oh, don't mind all that scratched out stuff, it's not important! Anyway, yeah I gave up the bone I will not have automaticly playing music on my blog... BUT! I still have my music! But, Because, I honestly couldn't imagine my "home" without music! So Im sorry if it bothers you. but that's why I (who is so ever caring!) have given you, my friends, the option to pause the music play the music! (So your ears don't have to bleed. [Unless you want them to.]). You can thank me silently in your head.  (Why would I want to thank that douche?? {‼}) Yeah?! Well, you know what? I am not an angry person so in stead i give you this emoticon! YAY!
Yeah, SO BE FREAKING HAPPY!!!
Well, what was my post about anyway? Oh my I forgot...
Anyway! What ever this was about, i hope you understand! And will always ummm... Do what ever it was I said to do up there?
OKAY?
Yeah, though so... LOL(What ever that means to you. Lot of love?)
In and out, ¿나디아?