Marray Chrastmas?

OMG MARAY CHRASTMAS AND ALL that jazz

Yeah.
Something indicates that I'm not too excited about christmas
OMG I even spelt it with non-capital letters :O

Such Speel
Much Chrastmis

#Doge

#I'mreallyboredwhowantstocomeseeTheHobbitDOSwithme?

That Bad Recording Quality :P

Weeeelllllll.... I got bored... so I looked up something rather nostalgic (for me anyways :< ) and then I just learnt most of it, but most of its still not good enough for recording quality, so I thought I might give you guys a small fraction of what I'm playing. Brydie, Dh, You guys should know this song pretty well ;)

Link to Piano-ish-ness : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj3CPgydLx4

I'll be disappointed if you don't know it Brydie and DH ;)

That was the Most Bloody Short Hiatus Ever

I already miss you guys and with the first day of the holidays, let's cease this damned three-four? day hiatus and get on with the blogging again! XD
(I just really needed to write shit down -.-;)

On the First Day of the Holidays, my Mama said to me. "Get off your ass you lazy son of a bitch and go work on the garden for an hour! :)"
Ok. So first of all, I HATE school holidays. Mainly because they usually aren't holidays for me. So, you may have heard this quote a while back in my old blog, but here's what my mum said about holidays.
"Holidays are a blessed time for people like you to catch up on all the work, and then do some more".

........

Yeah. So, I think from the above quote, it's not too hard imagining what I've been doing today.
(HINT IT'S STUDYING HINT)
I'm kinda having fun though. My sister is finally back, so I have someone else other than my rather pissed off mum O.o. I have absolutely no idea why she's so pissed. Like, on Sunday she was completely fine. And then today, this morning, just BOOM!. She's pissed off. Aaand so I can't do much really. But it's still good fun trying to weasel my way out of everything she tells me to do. As everything she's telling me to do is purely to spite me currently, (as she's very pissed off at me for some reason O.o) and the tasks are usually quite counter-productive. When I was gardening, the wind was blowing pretty hard. Despite that, my mum told me to grab a plastic bag, and go out there and pick up all the bits of tanbark and leaves off of our gravel lawn and stick em in the plastic bag. Now, I don't know whether she knew it was that windy outside or not (she probably did) but I'm pretty sure that even if I did pick up the bits of tanbark, bits would just blow back in again. So I went outside, picked up the bits of tanbark, stuck em in the plastic bag, and watched in hopelessness as more bits flew from other gardens into mine. After around twenty minutes of this, I went back inside, told mum it was too windy to do anything, and then she told me that I was a lazy little shit and that if I went outside and got a job and worked liked this, I wouldn't ever get anywhere. Fair enough, but could she like, seriously not call me names whilst doing this? Okay fair and dandy you're kinda giving me advise on jobs, but could you just omit the 'Lazy little shit' part?
She always tells me that
"If you act like this inside the house, then you're gonna act like this outside the house, and let's see how people treat you then you little fucker".
And sometimes, it's just so stupid, and she's just being so hypocritical.Think about it, if she acts like this inside the house... Finish the Quote.
"If you act like a bitch inside the house mum, then you're gonna act like this outside the house, why don't you go outside and tell everyone that they're little fuckers, and see how they treat you then".

I honestly don't know how calling me a lazy little shit and 'Fucker' is going to make me treat her any better.

I really don't O.o

Welp, hope you guys are having better holidays :D
Peace out guys (and girls)

Tl;Dr
My mum's a bitch. In case you didn't know already.
My mum's a bitch.

It's all over... Wow

Well.
Oh god, wow I actually feel like I'm going to cry. That's a first.(not)
I wanted to write something really fantastic, and energising to everyone so that they could read it and kinda cheer up. But looks like that's not going to happen. Looks like I'm just going to tell everybody how much I actually hated them. Which is very little. :)

Right... Where to begin, where to begin. Why don't I start from the start of year 7.
I was a small korean kid with a bowl cut, coming to a new school, where everybody seemed to already know each other. You wouldn't believe how nervous I was. I didn't know whether I'd fit in, or whether I would be any good at the things they offer me at the school (Which I soon found out was, no... Unless it was something other than academics :P ). I didn't know anyone, except for my sister, but I didn't really particularly want to 'hang out' as they said in High School, with my sister. But I ended up doing that anyway. I joined a LEAP class, and I oggled at the timetable (it was fancy stuff at the time ok?). I was scared, rather bored because I didn't know anyone, (Except for Justin ;) We have a history) and suddenly, everyone and everything at High School seemed so intimidating. I soon got over that. My first real friend I got to know properly, was Nick. I still remember when I first saw him. He had his science book in front of his face, in hopes that Ms Cheung wouldn't see him and mark him off on the roll. I don't know what he was trying to achieve with that though, considering his name was written on the book. I remember thinking, 'What a weird kid'. Then turning back to my book filled with empty pages, and even emptier chairs at empty tables (Les Mis reference :D Anyone?). And from then on, things got a lot better. I met even more friends, (Nick seemed to be a friend magnet), and by the end of Year 7, and moving on to year 8, I had found a new set of friends. Suddenly, everything looked like it was going to be alright.
Year 8 came along, and I'm not sure that's when I first met my now permanent group of friends, but that is when I belive, me and Nick met Alfred, Patrick, Tallulah, Dan, Nasim, Claire, and ect. (Sorry I can't remember who else was there). Me and Nick would play handball, and that small group of friend would come and go as they pleased. And as the seasons rolled along, eventually, me and Nick veered away from the handbill courts, and we got integrated into a new society.
I was very happy then. I found new and interesting people. Holy shit, I found people who played Sax. Omg, another Piano player! FINALLY! HOLY SHIT THESE GUYS KNOW THAT KOREA EXISTS! OMG THESE GUYS ARE AMAZING WTF!
I had great fun, and even with all the drama that flew around the group like a small hurricane, and decided to sweep by every Band Tour (Cough Year 8 Cough), I had new friends. Something and people to look forward to at school. I learnt that people aren't always dickheads. I learnt that people can be really nice, and that I'm not the only pianist age 13. I learnt that holy shit there's so many good pianists out there.I found something that made me happy. Hell, I even managed to squeeze in a very short but rather tragic love life in-between there somewhere. Seriously don't ask me about that. I'm actually going to slap you if you do. :D. (And it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line *Go finish the lyrics to this chorus cause I can't be fucked to write them down*)
Year 8 was fun. Screw the reports. Screw all the drama that buzzed around like angry little wasps. Screw everything bad that happened then. Smile and cry because it happened.

Year 9 rolled around lazily, and wow, suddenly we're the half-seniors of Lyneham High. Funnily enough, Year 9 doesn't feel like such a long time ago. Teehee. Year 9 Band camp. That was funny. Lots of awkwardness, freaky David Power stuff, lots of morning coffee, and Taka's Breadroll, that made me, Jamie, Alfred AND Taka late to rollcall. The happy fun times bus rides, the creepy Witches in Britches, the epic performances <3 Steel & Amparito Roca, Just. A short, happy moment in my hopefully long life.

But... Year 10.
Although I've already said too much, I still feel like there's so much more I want to say. I want to thank people, I want to tell people I hate them, I want to tell people how I actually feel about them, I want to scream and cry and laugh and hug people. I want to run around outside, I want to ride to everyone's houses, I want to see everyone again, I want to relive my life as a year 10 again. As Julian actually said, I would do it all over again. I felt like Year 20 might never end. That it would be this one happy chapter in my life, repating over and over again. And eventually that might get boring, but just for everything that happened. There was so much I missed out on, so much I could have done. So much I SHOULD have done. but now everything is over. It's all over. And Year 10 is done. My final day as a Year 10 was Today. I don't know the date today. But I will (probably forget) always remember this day. Never have I met such better friends. And never could I ask any more from all of my friends. And I know you;'re all going to Dickson next year. Nearly all of you. Nearly. There are a few friends who are now leaving my side, to attend school at the other side of Canberra. Friends whom I may never see again. Maybe I'll see them at Graduation Assembly. Maybe I'll never see them again. Maybe I'll see them on the roads and then crash into them. Who knows. But I'm saying my goodbyes here on this blog. Because you guys were awesome. I'll never forget you.

Nick. Hey buddy. If you're reading this... well IDK, if you're reading this then just remember dude. You got a friend in me. When the road looks. Tough ahead, and you;re miles and miles from your nice warm - shit that's Toy Story (Doctor Who spoof :D). But. Hey friend. When you go to Bundah. Don't forget that weird hyperactive Korean Kid who was your best friend. I can't put into words how awesome our friendship was, and I won't try to describe how thankful I was that you and me were friends. Now that it's all coming to an end... well. See Ya buddy. Keep in touch yeah?

And everyone Else
Alfred H-... Hi, I'll see you at Dickson :D
Tallulah- ... Keep on palying the piano. Nuff said.:D
Dan-... Keep being tall. Nuff said.:D
Nasim-... Keep being awesome. Nuff Said. :D
Brydie-... Keep on singing. Nuff Said :D
Claire-... You go do that oceanography course. Nuff said. :D
Claudia-... Keep being loud. I'll need an indicator to see if you're in my vicinity. Nuff Said. :D
Zoe-... Well. You keep drinking that milk and liking elephants. Nuff Said. :D Oh and keep watching friends.
Caspian-... Wear them caps boy. I'll see you on LoL. Nuff Said. :D
Georgia-... You keep being the smart one. Yeah? Nuff Said. :D
D to the H-... You keep being korean. My one and only Koeran buddy (Excluding Kiwi). Nuff Said. :D

And EVERYONE ELSE.
I WON'T FORGET ANY OF YOU. I KNOW IT'S ON CAPS LOCK. I HAD THE GREATEST TIME AT LYNEHAM. MAYBE WE'LL CATCH UP SOME DAY. YOU ALL STAY HEALTHY NOW, AND I'LL COME FIND YOU. AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THIS CREEPY BLOG WRITING KOREAN KID WHO YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN FRIENDS WITH.

Love You All. :D

Tl;Dr
You guys are just awesome. I actually love all of you in the most platonic way. Except fir maybe one person ;) You know who you are. ;)

<3 Y'all.
C You all at Grad Assembly, or at Dickson

P.s
And with this, this blog, Over the Rainbow, and Under the Hill is officially on hiatus. Due to my lack of blog writing skills, and the rather unfortunate flooding of my house due to obsessive crying over the people I've lost who are going to Narabundah, this blog will officially cease until I say so. Which will be about until the next cool thing pops up.
Until then, Ta-ta

Question. Please Answer :)

Anyone know where to buy a Leather Jacket in Civic? Pretty Please? :)

Bwahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa Whee! Happeh Fun Timez!

YELLO EVARYBADY!
I am back. Not that I was gone anywhere, just..... Yeah you know

So I haven't really been paying attention to this blog. And that's for two reasons.
1) I needed some actual good material to write down, because I can't just go ahead and write shit down now D: Like, even if I tried to sit down and force myself to write something, undoubtedly it would have come out as this jumbled mess of emotion, random poetry, and raging at parents! It helps when you're really in a 'blogging' mood because then everything flows so much more easily! :D
P.s I quit on writing the second part of mum raging. For
1a) My memory forgot half of the rest of the rage because I just said 'Fuck it'.
1b) No more raging and stuff. :P

2) I just didn't feel like it. It was great fun just not really caring about things, but now everything feels... different. I've grown a little bit taller for one :P And now the Korean Adults around me are actually starting to treat me much more differently than they used to. Everything feels so formal. And suddenly, I feel a lot more pressure and responsibility. I also however, feel like there are now some restrictions I have to place on myself, in order to 'conform' (*Shudder* I hate that word) with society.

Speaking of 'Formal' that also brings me to another thing. Now I've heard lots of people around me shouting and singing about formal and 'Oh how pretty this dress or suit' was, but wow. I really did not expect such a reaction when I told my mum 'I'm wearing jeans to formal'. Now, hush, if you're currently shouting at the screen, 'YOU'RE WEARING JEANS TO FORMAL??!?!?!', because if you are, post your address down in the comments below and I'll come and snap your neck for you :).
I have no idea why people are getting so psyched up about formal wear, nor can I understand why people are going out of their way to dress up for an occasion. The thing is, I'm in this period, and will be for the next half a year or so, where I'm growing rapidly. And truth be told, I'm probably not going to wear a suit (If I buy one) more than once, then I'm going to have to chuck it away. So no point in me buying a suit anyway. And besides. It's just a Year 10 Formal. Sure it's a pretty (small) big deal, ladela it's like a very big social, except just for Year 10's blah blah, OMG we're graduating.
Ok let me get my thoughts straight.
1) Why is everyone so tight about formal wear? My mum made the argument that 'It's called formal because you have to wear something formal there or they'll kick you out'. And I kinda just said ' Mum... If it's going to be like that, what's the point of me paying 160 dollars so I HAVE to wear a suit to what might be a hot canberran night?'. Does it say anywhere that I HAVE to wear a suit? Does it say anywhere that I CAN'T wear what I want there? Is there some kind of smallprint that says you'll get kicked out if you're not wearing 'Proper attire'? No! So I think I have every single right to wear WHATEVER I want to formal, and NOBODY should be complaining about it. HECK If I wanted to I could wear PYJAMAS to formal. My Point is, if I'm saying I want to wear Jeans to formal, then none of you should be trying to stop me. If I get embarrassed, then I get embarrassed.  You people don't get hurt. So don't interfere :)

2) What goes well with Black Jeans?

C Yall
Happeh Fun Timez

Seeing the World Through Other's Eyes. Mainly Mine.

So, me and my mum had another row yesterday. Not too surprising.But one thing that keeps recurring is me, arguing whether my mum isn't being a hypocrite, and whether she needs to calm down. Now I know you'll probably never hear my mum's side of the story, so I'm going to tell my side, to paint myself in a better light.

Never a day goes past in the Lee Household without the familiar screaming of two voices. Mine and my mother's. Now, in my mother's defence, usually, I fuck up sometime during the afterschool. But Honestly, I think she just wants to have a go at me. Either way, me and my mum are constantly rowing. And usually it ends up with me being hit, having to apologise for what I think is something rather unnecessary to get mad at, and my mother getting really pissed off for however long until bedtime. Now let us observe this rather interesting argument from Sunday night.So, I have this rather messy/not really messy project that involves a lot of glue, and paper, and stacks of heavy books. So, naturally my mum told me to clean it all up before I went to bed. And so naturally, because I was going to use it another time, I just sweeped the things aside, neatly, mind you, to the side of my desk. Everything was in a pile the size of an A4 page. And so, within two seconds, my cleaning was finished. I decided to go to sleep. BUT! Due to unforeseen circumstances, my mum decided to come in to discuss the rather pressing matters of transport for the next day. As she was walking out, she started shouting at me, what? What's all this? Why isn't your rubbish cleaned up? Is this 'clean?'. Now, I would have been fine with all of that, BUT she decided to sweep her hand by all of the stacks of paper to indicate her frustration, which in turn frustrated me further, because she just managed to sweep aside NUMEROUS amount of carefully made card-stock paper, and all their assorted little bits and pieces that were cut off. And do you know what a pain it is to pick those pieces off of the ground? Then this... BITCH just sweeps it all away, to make a point that it wasn't clean. Sure, call it unclean and whatever, but WHAT? If I'm meant to CLEAN IT UP after, DON'T make it harder for me to clean it up, if I was GOING to clean it up, then leave it in a nice pile LIKE IT WAS. So I needed to use the paper further, so I sighed, EXASPERATED that she had decided to so rudely un-clean what I had done. And then I said, in a rather annoyed tone 'Mum, if I'm going to clean it up, couldn't you have just left it in the pile it was, why did you have to sweep your hand across and make a mess?'. Then she blew her top.
She started to scream at me, because the one thing she HATES is logical backchat. No, not JUST backchatting, LOGICAL BACKCHAT. I've tried all sorts of backchatting from hurling insults back at her, al the way down to logical arguments, and funnily enough, she hates LOGICAL backchat more than she hates getting insulted. Anyways, she started screaming about how I was trying to get all up ion her face, and I was being disrespectful to her, and how I'm such a shit child because I'm backchatting her. Okok. BACK UP A FEW STEPS FROM THAT. If I came up to you, and dumped your rubbish bin you JUST CLEANED straight onto your bed, then I think you'd feel quite inclined to sigh and say something along the line of what I said. But then, no my mum was saying that I was such a stupid child and no NORMAL child would treat their parent with such disrespect. And blah blah blah. And it went on and on for a while, me arguing that it was your own damned fault that the argument is going on this long because you're refusing to admit that you're being an over-reacting bitch and that I'm entitled to having a little rant because you just messed up a carefully made pile of scrap paper that I'm going to use. After that little scene was over, I said 'Fine, whatever, I'm sorry, I needed that paper for later'.

My words then cannot describe how angry her face was.

To be continued...

TL;DR Fuck logical arguments with my Mum.

Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold

For all of those who have really shitty parents out there.
This is a post for you.

As a child, I used to be abused by my parents alot. Getting hit around by my mum for not being able to learn 8 x 7 at year two, getting hit by an abacus because my dad decided he would have a drunken rage, literally thrown out of the house for a while because my test results weren't satisfactory ( I got one easy question wrong), and having my hair pulled out. I'm not saying these things to try and make your problems with your parents look smaller, or insignificant. In fact, I think your problems are probably much worse than mine. I'm saying these things so that you know I understand how you feel. I know what it feels like to have your parents insult you at every little turn. They can be really nice to you at times, but then be a complete bitch in another. I know what it feels like. I once considered suicide because my mum was telling me how shit a child I was because I couldn't write neatly (she saw my friend's writing book, and then I countered with, you should see other people's writing, then she slapped me and said that who cares, there's a neater one in front of you you piece of shit). I hated nearly every waking moment, and dreaded each afterschool hour, for fear that the abuse and insults would come hurtling by again. But what I did wrong was very painfully obvious after. And I know, that my parents are hurling abuse at me, because that's just the only way they know how to discipline me, so that's why they keep calling me names, in the vain hope that the message will get through.

Now, I understand, by some words, the parent's aren't always hurling insults because you're doing something majorly wrong. I heard that sometimes they just get frustrated. And I don't know if that's the case with all of them, but sometimes, life for the parents is hard, and it goes down a shithole as well. Perhaps he had an off day, and you just got caught out badly, or maybe he's just angry over something. But I think the best thing we can do for them at that time, is to avoid them, and give them space, or try to make them feel better.
I'm by no means a good boy. It can be very easily argued that I'm perhaps one of the worst children a parent could have (come live invisibly in my house for two weeks and you'll know what I'm talking about. My Friend-Me relationship habits and my House/Parents-Me relationship habits are completely different). But there is one thing that my parents always tell me I can do. And that's understand. Even if so many times over, I get the message, but don't execute an action to fix my mistake, after my initial fit of anger at the words they hurl at me, I understand what they are trying to do for me.

Our parents have a time limit on this earth, as do we. But their only goal in life, after they have kids, is to hope that they can shape their kid into a success. Not only for themselves, but so the child isn't ignored, and dismissed. They want' the best for their child, and maybe they're not the best at explaining what they want from their child. Some parents are afraid to talk to their children about things like that. But most of all, they love us. And In turn, the best we can do for them is to understand, and try the best we can, until the inevitable cycle is closed, and yours slowly fades too.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try... 
To fix you...

 Yall my greatest friends.
Thanks. :)

Let's Get A Few Things Straight Here

I'm going to set things straight here.

1) DON'T. EVER. SOME. to me with your emotional problems, because while I tell you words of comfort. I'm thinking 'So what are you going to do about it princess?'. I DON'T like all the stress that comes with having friends who have all theses massive emotional problems that invade their life. I stress out even worse, because frankly, I don't deal well with that kind of pressure that comes with having a friend come up to you and lean on your shoulder to cry on. My emotional problems? A few parts silence, perhaps a bit of crying, a dark mood, a few well placed punches in a pillow and then boom. I'm over it. WHY? BECAUSE THERE IS NO NEED, FOR ME TO HANG MY HEAD DOWN, AND CONTEMPLATE ABOUT HOW BAD THE SITUATION IS. I know I'm bing inconsiderate, I know I'm being shallow and conceited, but this is just my opinion. As much as I love my friends, and feel like you should all lead happy, successful lives, if you hang your head down and downcast your eyes for a few days or weeks, as soon as you hit a bump in the road, that a few more days or weeks until that problem gets solved. And even if your feeling like shit, go talk to someone about it. Don't sit there being sad. Go talk to someone. Or at least put on a brave face for your friends. Even if you life is in a complete shithole, and you feel completely downcast, try to put on a brave face. Because that's how I feel about my own problems. For me, sharing my own problems with other people is one of the worst things I could do to you. And no, I don't want your sympathy, I don't want questions asking 'Why?' because that's just the way it is.  Id est quod est
I just never liked the prospect of shouldering a problem with a friend, because that's agony my friend has to go through. It's like shouldering off your own problems, so your weight is lighter. But then your friend is shouldering that same weight that was agonising you. Just because I'm sad, it feels like I'm putting the weight off my back, my friends, so I can escape unscathed. I don't like that. So. Just. Don't come to me with your problems with the world. Your First World Problems. Your whatever, emotional problems you'll have. Because all You'll get is a face full of sympathy, and a heart with absolutely none.

2) I AM NOT MY SISTER. AND IF ANYONE, INCLUDING TEACHERS, EVER EXPECTED ANYTHING OF ME THAT WERE OF MY SISTER'S STANDARDS, THEN HAHA. YOU'LL BE SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED.
Ever since today's discussion in Sose about Only child and shit/. Inside I was bubbling with hate. Okay. I absolutely love my sister. I probably have a better relationship with my sister than others do with their siblings, but at the same time, I just wished she wasn't so GOD DAMNED GOOD AT EVERYTHING SHE DID! Ever since I hit the road on Lyneham, I always felt like I was trudging behind in her giant footsteps, always in her shadow she left at Lyneham High. I feel like the teachers all judge me for not being her. I also feel like my parents hate me for not being her. But. the point is. I'M NOT SUNNY.

3) Shoutout to my korean bestie who's birthday is tomorrow! You're turning into a big boy now! :D 16, the sweet 16. You can drive, do stuff ;) ;) and in two years you can drink alcohol :D
ALFRED AND BIG N DAWG, I'm holding you guys to that promise you made. On my 18th birthder, you guys are taking me out for a drink ;)

4) See Y'all Tomoz ;)

I will what I want, and I want what I will

This was posted up on facebook by my sister. Good on her.
And I will add my own little bit.
If I speak a different language in front of you, and you get pissed off, and tell me to go speak it somewhere else, do you get what you're subtly saying? You're basically saying 'Go back to your own country to speak your language bitch'. So next time I'm speaking Korean and someone LEGITIMATELY gets annoyed at me for speaking it, I'm going to explode and scream in your face :) Okay?.

Credit to Sunny for Being Awesome. My Eternal Sis.

So today I went to my Physics catch-up lab. For those of you who aren't in UNSW, in our Physics lab we have a 'hatch' that we go to where we hand in our student ID's in exchange for a nice, neat box of all the equipment that we need for that day's experiment. The 'hatch' is usually manned by this lady who's generally really unsmiling and seems to dislike kids, which makes me wonder why she's working at a university. 

Anyway, I finished early today and I packed all my equipment back into my box to return to the hatch to get my student ID back. As I was walking to the hatch, however, I overheard the conversation the hatch lady was having with the International (Asian) student in front of me. It seemed she had asked for his surname to find his student ID, and the student had misunderstood and given his first name. She was being kinda short with him (which is all standard for her) and told him 'You know we speak English at this university, right?'

At this I kind of stopped short and went 'whoa, no, really? Did she seriously just say that?'

Yeah. She really did. She then said 'surname is just another word for family name, they mean the same thing', and it was nice of her to explain, and the student got his ID back and everything was fine, but back. Track.

Let me tell you a thing. I really, really, really dislike the phrase 'We speak English at this university/here/there/anywhere'. It smacks of white entitlement and a false belief of ownership and it's just so damn UNNECESSARY. Putting aside its wide use by various members of the 'culturally conscious' (white) Australian public, let's have a look at why it was inappropriate in this particular situation. 

1. It was UNNECCESSARY. Of COURSE he knows that the vast majority of people speak English in Australia, and presumably in UNSW too. The purpose of Hatch Lady's statement wasn't to rectify something he had done wrong and it wasn't to inform him of something he hadn't known before. Had she wanted to do that, all she had to do was say something along the lines of 'Oh, surname is just another word for family name, now you know' and have left it at that. Why tack on such a snarky, sarcastic phrase before it?

2. It was belittling. Belittling, demeaning, making people feel stupid - take your pick of adjectives. She may not have meant it as such, but the phrase itself is what it is. It's rehashing an obvious fact in a sarcastic tone, as if the other person is too dumb to understand what it means. It reduces the other person down to their inability to speak English -- as if that was the most important thing about them. Let me tell you something. That guy is an international student, speaking two languages (most likely three, as most Asian countries have their own language and English as prerequisites (YES, PREREQUISITES -- MOST STUDENTS IN ASIA ARE FUCKING BILINGUAL) and encourage the learning of a third), doing ADVANCED PHYSICS IN HIS SECOND LANGUAGE, the contents of which most people don't even get in their first language. He KNOWS his English is bad compared to native speakers, and he's damn well stressing about it because hey, he may be good at Physics and Maths but half of the damn subject is solving word problems, so it affects his grades directly. He doesn't need you to make him feel any more shitty about it, especially not with such a damaging statement that ignores everything I just said about him and focuses solely on his lack of proficiency in English.

3. It's actually severely racist. You're telling everyone who doesn't speak English that they don't belong here. It's basically a subtler version of 'go back to your own country'. Um, newsflash: if us speaking a foreign language offends you, consider making speaking in an Indigenous Australian tongue the norm and then your irritation might make more sense. Once again, in this particular case, Hatch Lady is telling the international student to either 'speak English or go home', as if his other merits don't warrant further consideration in whether or not he's going to be an asset to Australia. And I know some of you are going to defend Hatch Lady and be all 'but that's not what she meant! You know she didn't mean it in a racist way'. Well, no, I don't know if she meant it in a racist way or not because who the fuck know what goes on in other people's heads? Internally she might be the most racist person on the planet and all she has to do is put on a facade and no-one will know. Even if she didn't mean it that way, THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SAID. People always tell me that wording doesn't matter, as long as they meant it another way-- and to that I say BULLSHIT. Why the hell do we grade essays on how proficient someone is at manipulating the English language then? Shouldn't we just mark them according to what the student MEANT?! 

Bottom line is, language exists so that we can convey what we mean in the most accurate way. You cannot say something that someone construes as offensive and then say 'I didn't mean it that way'. Obviously, someone has taken it to be meant that way, and that means you didn't make yourself clear enough. If you can't utilise your own language to clearly convey your meaning, you have no right telling other people off about it. 

I would have said all this to Hatch Lady myself but I'm a) a coward and b) having another Physics catch-up lab on Friday and I wouldn't put it past her to sabotage my equipment. I feel shitty for not saying anything, though, because nothing is going to change if people who actually speak English well aren't going to reason with people like Hatch Lady and point out why they really shouldn't say things like that.

Tl;dr, 'We speak English here' is offensive and unnecessary and I really freaking hate it. I will speak Korean in front of you if I feel like it, dammit. Wasn't Australia a country of free speech?

Pueheschwela~

HhaaaaaahaaahaahaaahahahahahaaaaahahaahahahaHAAAAAAHHHAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

HO HO MOTHER FUCKER
Hai Guys :D

So, basically that little rant of laughing up there is legit. I was actually laughing as I organised... certain thoughts in my head. I was... doing something that I can't tell you, because that would ruin the secrecy of this whole post ;) but anyways, I just started to laugh, despite myself, and it was a very happy laugh. I loved it, and now that I do think back upon it, the laugh was also kinda mean, as it was building up on other people's demises, but I still found the whole ironic situation that was spiralling out of control, extremely hilarious. And I did feel slight amounts of.... pity? possible, for the people I was laughing at, but hey! In my mind, the laughing was justified :)

So we just got back from band tour a few days ago. And sheeeezus I have lots to write about. I probably will put up two different posts about the two events that occurred. As a small spoiler, one is about Band Camp, and the other is about Production Masterclass.
I will say some important things here though firstly.

*SLAP SLAP* WAKE UP IDIOT! DROOLING AND SELF PITY ISN'T GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF A HELL HOLE. REALISE WHERE YOU'RE SPIRALLING DOWN INTO AGAIN, AND PULL YOURSELF OUT!

2) Please. As a small piece of advice from me. Shut up. Just. Don't take offence from it, although it is very possible and highly likely that you will (maybe) but. Shhhh. 

3) I absolutely loved Production Masterclass, and YES! We need to sing 'My Eyes' together. If we have time in PD, we can just sing it there :D.

BOOM BABY!
I FOUND THE LYRICS

Anyone with half a brain

Could spend their whole life howling in pain

‘Cause the dark is everywhere

And Penny doesn’t seem to care

That soon the dark in me is all that will remain

Listen close to everybody’s heart

And hear that breaking sound

Hopes and dreams are shattering apart

And crashing to the ground

I cannot believe my eyes

How the world’s filled with filth and lies

But it’s plain to see

Evil inside of me is on the rise

Peace out Girl Scouts

A Sudden and Keen interest in Poetry

So, my last blog post was a piece of poetry, and you may be wondering, what does he mean (he meaning me :D ). I did write some poetry back in my old blog, but they were pretty crappy pieces of work, with some, but not much real meaning behind them. However, these new poems kinda do have a meaning. They are my hatred, my happiness, and everything that I feel I can't tell people face to face. And yes they are supposed to make much more sense to me than it is to you. However, they can be interpreted by you people, it is possible. But unless you are very sure, please don't come up to me with an angry face telling me why I wrote such and such things subtly into a poem. Or, please do, so I can explain the true meaning of the poem to you. Unless the true meaning is also about you. Then don't come and ask. Because I still won't tell you. But either way, these poems will contain a small message from me, whether harsh, or nice,or just plain stupid. I'm telling you a message. From my opinion of course. Don't take too much offence from it if it is about you. Have fun.

So I don't know everything
Heck I don't know much.
But sometimes when I think of stuff
Lightbulbs just go 'Ding!'
And I think of such and many
I think of such and few
But such an action goes on so long
My mercy is scarcely any

I look and get bored
Swipe my hand and dismiss
Jesus christ, to shut them up

I cannnot afford
Because to silence the lamb
Is like killing innocence
But for it's like' BAM!'
Killing this makes a lot of sense

To me.

You can interpret that poem however which way you want to. It has one and only one true meaning. It's confusing, hidden and doesn't make much sense to you yes? Then leave the poem be, and don't bother yourself with such words of mine.
Because that way, it's better for your health  (^^)

Peace out Girl Scouts
I reverted back to this one :D 

Something that has absolutely nothing to do with the blog (turn around now)

We can see it everywhere,

We can feel it in the air

We can watch it reveal and unfurl
It seriously makes me want to hurl

I hear them talking about the matter
But to their their faces they do (not) flatter
And call out with such lovely names
Such as a gamer would use in games.

Then they all cluster together
(I should push them into the ether)
And hold their hands together to cry
A together with no saying goodbye

So I scream irony, sarcasm
And spit words as if my verbal dictionary is having a spasm
Screaming all the while
'The boy who cried wolf,
And the Villagers who heed not his warning'.

And then the narrator
Sits by his corner
Drinking his Vodka and Wine
And he watches and assures himself
'Everything's going to be fine'

I tried.

Now.
I know what you're thinking....
Actually, no I don't but what the hell, it's a cool line.
BUT I do know what I'M thinking. I'm thinking my words as I write this blog. And I'm also thinking about how EXCITED I AM!!!

Last term of High School. Sometimes in Primary school, my mum would always tell me 'It's not too far off, soon you'll go to college, you'll go to Uni. You have to STUDY NOW! Before it's too late!'. And back then, I thought that I was immortal. I thought that I wouldn't age. And that it would BE an age before I got to the end of highschool. It all seemed so far off. And then I got to year 6. That year went by a LOT faster than I thought. And suddenly, I was a freshman. The only one from my primary school. I was hell scared, but also a little hopeful and confident. I was sure I could achieve just as well in highschool as I could in Primary school. How wrong I was. I was slapped into a class with 29 other child geniuses and suddenly, every student in the class was game. I basically stopped trying after a while. And then suddenly, it happened again.
My mum would tell me sometimes 'College is not far off now! Think about what YOUR friends are doing. Why aren't YOU like them? Why can't you be like SOMEONE or OTHER. uni is straight after College. Your life is on the verge of breaking. DO SOMETHING! STUDY!'. And then my life did the timewarp and I was is primary school again. Scared to go to a new school. Scared about what I would/wouldn't be able to achieve there. Scared just because life felt like it was on fast forward. Suddenly everything was right up in my face, and it was time for everything. And that's how I feel for the end of this year. But slightly better.
I'm scared for what's to come, or not to come. But I'm also excited. I want to see, what's out there, outside my little shell of a mind. The world is a bigger place than I can imagine, and I've seen it on paper plenty of times. I can try to visualise how small I am on earth, but it's pretty hard. But if I can't see it physically, I'll have to try for it mentally. I want to experience everything before death. I want to see everything there is to see, try everything there is to try, go to places I haven't been to, and I want to know. In my current state. HECK even in EVERYONE'S current state, we're all just newborns in the world of knowledge. It took over 2500 years to accumulate this much knowledge. We can't study it all, but we can try. We can't see it all but we can try. We can't go to every nook and cranny in the world, but we can try.
And so try I shall. Next year, I'll work hard. Even if I suck at every subject I take, I'll give it my best. And so I can at least say
'I tried. I honestly did'.
And we all can say that eventually.

Peace out Girl Scouts ;)

The constitutional Multiplication of Pi to the Cosine Ratio of Avagadro's Number to the power of i

Hey all!

So. Time is slooowwwwwllllyyyy inching its way to the end of the holidays and the start of our last term together :( . Dayum that's sad. So how's all you lovely people's holidays been? I hope you guys are having fun yeah? (You can tell where this is going) . I'm bored. Out of my mind. Nearly to tears. So yeah. Aside from the lovely every-day intervention invitations my friends have been sending me (like floriade or some place or another) my holidays have been very... routine and boring. See, for almost my whole life, I was used to having my holidays pretty routine. I get up, eat. Study. Take a break from studying (a.k.a gaming/reading book/piano) and then I go back to studying. And then sleep. Now, it's just. Get up. Eat. Study. Go back to sleep. Absolutely NOTHING to do that entertains me. I'm barely allowed to play piano because I have nearly no free time. I study. Then I get a thirty minute break, to read the books that mum pulls out of the bookcase. Which is usually some sort of documentary squeezed into a book. Then after my 'rest' I can get back to studying. If I have anything on (Such as today's study group) I have to finish at least half of today's work BEFORE I get there. So it's pretty boring as you can imagine. The only reason I'm on this blog is because I'm 'researching' for our 'science assignment'.
And now that the LoL World Championships are over (Yes I'm that much of a geek) I'm once again bored to the depths of hell. Of course it was CHINA vs KOREA in the finals. And it was anticlimatic as fuck. China got DESTROYED 3-0 in best of 5. So once again, KOREA just shows it's awesomeness in gaming. I wish I was as good as them xP . So as you can see. Gaming takes up a whole load of my life. So does watching youtube. But now I can't do any of those. Except for when I'm 'studying'. I'm having like a lack-youtube Intolerance. And Holy shit I just looked up lack-toast intolerant. And some idiot actually asked 'What is Lack-Toast intolerant'... Please. Internet. Stahp.

Boredom Relief
- A.k.a Bloons TD 5 -
So I'm an AVID online gamer as you can probably see so far... and having my
1) Way to connect to my friends OTHER than having to met outside,
2) My Boredom Relief
games taken away from me is a pretty big cut to my time. I'm now spending most of my time actually lounging around after studying, rather than getting the feeling to 'study' some more. I fell like overall, because of my rather mundane task of completing maths textbooks again, I really have nothing to do. And I don't feel at all motivated to do any further maths because... well... What's the point of me doing the maths textbook, only to find out that as my reward, I get to do more maths textbook.
So.
I went. to.

BLOONS TD %%%%%%%%% I MEAN 55555555
And so I'm now quite enjoying myself. It's free on PC and it's awesome. It's even like better than cookie clicker XD And that's saying something. So
I advise you, if you loved Bloons TD 2 back aaaaalll the way back in year seven (Mr Budd's class :') Good times ) then you'll love Bloons TD 5 (No Ninjakiwi did not pay me to advertise them on my blog. Nobody reads it anyway XD jk.jk )

Y'all be well now
-J

AS Continued on from yesterday

"KYLE!" Delilah screamed as several fireballs and rockets were fired at Kyle. Before he could finish his sentence, he was engulfed in a swirling mas of fire, shrapnel and explosions. Delilah and Sol dived backwards and took cover between the trees, Sol landed awkwardly and hit his head on a log cursing vehemently, while Delilah rolled backwards with grace, and watched helplessly as her friend was completely enveloped in a fiery explosion.
"KYLE!"
"Delilah stay down!" shouted Sol over the racket "You'll make yourself blind! I'm sure Kyle's got something up his sleeve or something. But if we got injured now and he somehow managed to survive that, we wouldn't be much help to him now!"
"But.. Kyle..."
"DELILAH!"
Delilah forced herself to look away from the exploding light festival and screwed shut. After a constant bombardment that seemed to last forever, the missiles stopped screaming their way towards Kyle and the smoke started to settle down. Afterwards, one last missle snaked it's way to the middle of the smoke, almost lazily, and exploded in the middle
"Jesus christ you crazy son of a bitch... I hope you have something up your sleeve..." Sol swore. "I swear to god"
"OUCH!"
"What the - "
"Who fired that last missile? That REALLY HURT!"
"Oh my god Kyle"
The smoke blew away with a sudden gust of air, and kyle was floating in the middle of a huge crater with a long piece of shrapnel sticking into his arm.
"Mother of Jesus God Almighty dang blast Holy Christ that HURT! Have you ever had a piece of metal stuck into your arm? Aside from needles? A PIECE OF METAL THE SIZE OF A 30 CM RULER!? IT HURTS!" Kyle was clutching his arm, trying to lever the piece of metal out, his face contorted in pain.
Sol started "How...?"
"You see, as I was saying, BEFORE I was so rudely interrupted by the Colonel's little fireworks show," Kyle glared at the very bewildered Colonel and his army. "I was GOING to tell you..."
Kyle turned to face the Colonel and his army. He wrenched the shrapnel out of his arm, and immediately, the wound started closing over until the hole in his arm was only a small shallow cut.
"Typical, I don't have enough energy to heal the cut fully..." Kyle muttered
Kyle swept out his arms like he was about to announce something very grand, which he did.
"Before you, Colonel, stand the only man in the Second Parallel, who can channel his magic, WITHOUT the use of a Soul Weapon! Whilst you puny mortals use your little Soul Weapons to cast your spells properly, I can use magic at any moment's notice! And through the use of my own soul, my magic is far superior to your little toy weapons you hold in your hands!"
"Uhhh.... Kyle... Both me and Sol also use Soul Weapons too you know...?"
Kyle turned and smiled a little apologetically " Heh.. Sorry, the words just seemed kinda fancy and appropriate to use"
"Hmph"
Kyle turned back to face Colonel Bruskov and his Battalion. Colonel Bruskov now had a hard set face, as if he was not impressed with the explanation Kyle had given. Or maybe he had just swallowed a few lemons.
"No matter how strong you may be, you are still human. And you are still killable. Puny mortals you say? Let's see how mortal your body is! FIRE EVERYTHING!"
The Whole Battalion suddenly mobilised and they all started to charge up the most complex spells to infuse with their weaponry. Kyle started to laugh manically and help up his hand, as if he were about to rip the weapons out of all of the soldier's hands.
With an almighty bang, all of the charged up weapons discharged each of their individual spells. In a display of rather pretty colours and sharp pointy things, a very epilepsy-inducing wall of dangerous, potentially mortal,  surged toward Kyle... and then to the centre of his palm. He smiled a rather unnatural smile.
"Try again" he smirked
"AGAIN!" Screamed the now rather infuriated Colonel, bringing out his own pistol, and charging his own weapon.
"Too slow" Kyle said as the second wave of magic-infused missiles sped towards his, screaming a song of death. Kyle slammed his palm into the ground, cursing silently as his palm hit a small jutting rock. The earth infront of Kyle cracked as the condensed magic in his hand seeped into the earth, bending the solid rock and dirt to his will. The rock in front of kyle created a jagged hole, with a sound almost as loud as the discharging weapons, and a wall of blue magma flew upwards, lighting up the area in an eerie glow of blue, and then rainbow as the magic was hurled into the blue magma. The magma then once again seeped back into the ground, turning back into a reddish colour and immediately falling back down into the chamber from where it came. Kyle then immediately pounced, taking a bit of the magma, and wrapping it around himself in a small hurricane of molten rock. Kyle rose up a few meters and sped forward into the battalion. Soldiers backed off carefully as he landed, their weapons crackling with magic, ready to discharge again as soon as they could find a gap in his defences. Kyle, looked up, the small storm of magma still raging around him and he smiled at the battalion. Splaying his hands out, the whirling magma dispersed itself outwards in a ring, becoming thinner as the magma was spread over a larger area. The soldiers closest to Kyle at the time were completely incinerated from the lava, but the ones slightly further away had to experience a fair bit more pain as the magma sliced through their bodies like... magma slicing through bodies... Kyle laughed as he danced around, shooting the magma this way and that, killing several soldiers with a stroke of his hand or a flick of his wrist. Soldiers didn't bother to charge up their spells any more as they were busy trying to stay out of reach of the stream of magma being hurled around carelessly. Kyle observed this behaviour as the last soldier barely just escaped the line of magma, escaping without a foot. Kyle gave up the tactic with the magma, and instead returned the magma to his hand. He jumped up, spinning vertically in the air for style points,and then once again slammed his hand into the ground. Up above, the sky rumbled, and suddenly, lighting was running through nearly every soldier within a 50 meter radius of him, electrocuting them and killing them a short while after. Another lightning bolt which was purple erupted upwards from the earth, and Kyle caught it in his hand,s splitting it into several different balls of lightning and juggled them with his hands. Kyle then hurled balls of lightning at several different targets, and the lightning chained over from one soldier to another, killing more and more as the soldiers stood closer. Once again, the soldiers leapt and tried to run out of range of the mad-boy who had now killed at least half of the 600 strong battalion.
Once the chaos of the two crazy attacks had ended, there were many charred and burnt corpses, and the smell of dead flesh invaded the nostrils of Delilah and Sol who were standing by in shock as Kyle slaughtered men by the hundreds.
"Kyle... we can stop and retreat now, I think we can just go..."
"Shhh... nonsense Delilah... if we can rid this army, that's one less strategist and battalion our side has to worry about right?"
"But"
Once again the soldiers closed in around Kyle, rather stupidly oblivious to the fact that Sol and Delilah were just a tens of meters off. The soldiers looked tired, but they now also looked angry, and very very determined.
"I like the look on your faces," Kyle mused "It makes it better when I completely trash you all."
The nearest soldier ran at Kyle with his sword raised high, going in for the traditional bash-and-whack method. Kyle stopped the soldier's downstroke by catching his arm midway, and used his momentum to push his body in front of his to stop the many bullets that explosively started to fire at him as soon as the soldier ran. He laughed as the soldier died to his own comrade's bullets.
"Have you guys heard of hemomancers?" Kyle asked casually as he threw the limp body of the soldiers to one side "Oh don't be so boring you lot! Trust me, hemomancing is gory, but definitely effective!"
Kyle's left foot crunched down on the gravel, and his body started to shake. He gave off a short grunt, and suddenly, the soldiers themselves started to quake. They all started to scream and let go of their weapons, tearing at their bodies and contorting in pain.
"Oh god, this is going to be messy"
Blood and bone splattered everywhere as the soldiers randomly ruptured and exploded, showering Kyle in a bloody mess.
"Oh God I think I just swallowed a piece of human." Kyle groaned.
Sol and Delilah looked on in complete horror as the rest of the now two hundred or so soldiers ruptured and disappeared, bathing the filed in a wave of blood. Kyle had bits of human stuck to him as he stopped crouching and observed the last standing man. Colonel Bruskov stood stock still, horrified, and dignified at the same time, knowing what was coming for him.
"You are a strong chi-"
Kyle disappeared in a flash of lightning going upwards, and came back down, lime-green thunder crashing down onto the Colonel mid sentence. Kyle then held up the bloody, battered Colonel with his left hand, made his right hand into a spearhead shape, and with the force of lightning behind it, he punched a hole through the Colonel's heart. Lightning discharged from Kyle's right hand as it went through the Colonel's heart, completely razing the encampment, and a small portion of the forest behind it into smoking tatters.
"You speak waaaay too much" he told in a cold voice. Kyle pushed the Colonel off his right hand, and walked back, a bloody mess, to Delilah and Sol, their mouths hanging wide open.
"What the HELL have you just done Kyle?" Sol shouted
"Kyle.. was it really necessary to kill the Colonel? I think you established very clearly that you were the stronger force..." Delilah asked in a quiet voice, her whole body trembling.
Kyle merely shrugged, indifferent to the glare he was getting from Sol. "I did what I did. I bought a small advantage over the North Korean Army, and now South Korea has one less Battalion to face."
Delilah looked straight into Kyle's eyes, and Kyle stared back at her, returning her gaze with malice.
Delilah suddenly turned away and simply said "We're wasting time. Let's go."
Kyle and Sol both looked at each other, puzzled by the last few seconds of the argument. Then Sol resumed his glare and Kyle started off after Delilah.
Sol looked at Kyle as he walked off, a few paces ahead.
"There's something wrong with him..."

Yes I'm bringing it back...

Yes, I'm brining it from my old blog to my new one...
Don't ask me why... Well, actually ask me why... XD
So...
You see, I've always wanted to write a story, simply for the fun of it, and for another reason.
Usually on holidays like these, I tend to get bored out of my mind very easily. The day is just very routine, I know what's going to happen, and it's just so... normal. However, then I started to read many many fantasy books. I can guarantee you, I could fill a whole bookcase and a half out of my five bookcases with my fantasy books. Now they're all exciting and fun, and then I get stuck in this one thought after I read them.
This. Isn't. Real.
And what a darn shame that is. Maybe in some twisted parallel universe I'm a demi-god. Or maybe in another I'm partnered up with a skeleton detective. Or I could a farm boy who discovers a Dragon Egg while out in the forest. Maybe I'm a criminal mastermind, a boy genius with an IQ of over 250, discovering a race of faeries on the earth. My point is, I get so bored, and even with all the death and destruction (those two words seem to be meant for each other) in those books, I want them to be real. I want my normal routine life to be... not routine and normal. I want excitement, I want enjoyment, and I want something to keep me occupied. My life at 17 Judith-Wright Street Franklin ACT Australia, does nothing to keep me occupied, other than in a maths textbook. I kid you not, I have not gone so far a single day without spending at least half the day in a chair trying to solve some stupid equation to Pythagoras' theorem by calculating the Cosine ratio of Pi to i and then dividing the whole thing by 0. Yeah I'm ESPECIALLY bored these holidays.
So I try to write, and keep myself occupied, and try not to actually cry of extreme boredom. Yes I have actually verged on tears because of my insane boredom and wanting of my life to be a fantasy story. It's rather disturbing.

So...
I present to you an (rather shitty) excerpt from my on-going story which is a pain to write by hand. I have half in Word Documents and another half on paper X(
Either way... Enjoy (or don't because this is a pretty disturbing scene)

"You know, I don't know about you guys, but I think our plan to 'sneak by' failed... Quote miserably at that as well." Kyle said as he stood up and got rid of the branch he was using as a disguise.
Delilah sighed "Maybe if you two boys weren't so busy glaring at each other and mouthing insults or other things to each other, I think you would have noticed the rather obvious metal plate that indicates some sort of trap or another."
Sol got up ans shrugged, tossing away his branch as well "Maybe we would have, maybe we wouldn't have. Doesn't really matter now that an army is staring at us with their weapons raised now does it?"
All three of them turned to face the rather unimpressed sentry guards and the other soldiers coming out hurriedly, while failing miserably to get into combat gear. Some were rather successful at donning their combat gear in a groggy state with style, while other managed to find success in high-fiving the ground with their face.
"You know, for the battalion said to be led by one of the most fiercest Colonels, I don't think these people are in too great a condition." Kyle observed " I wonder how he wins battles with this lot"
"Never underestimate the enemy Kyle."Sol warned as he himself tried to stifle a laugh watching another soldier trip and spectacularly fall over, tripping another comrade.
"They're gonna kill each other even before we start fighting them" Delilah mused.
"Wait... something's going on..." Sol motioned. He, Kyle and Delilah walked forward into a small clearing where the army had been camping. The main objective was to sneak past the battalion without being noticed, and hopefully getting to the capital without any sort of confrontation. Now they saw confrontation was going to be slightly necessary if they were to get past this place.
The army split into two groups as a man strode between them all. As he walked past, each line of soldiers stood suddenly to attention. It all looked quite impressive.
The man face Sol, Kyle Delilah and spoke in a deep, but melodious voice.
"So you are the troublesome three who we were informed about." The Colonel said in a rather neutral voice."I shouldn't say, but I was expecting people.... slightly older..."
"No matter though, enemies are enemies and they must be dispatched of. I will introduce myself. I am Colonel Viktor Bruskov, a hired tactician by the North Koreans. So far, all of the battle that my battalion has undertaken, we have won. Maybe not easily, always, but we have won nonetheless. Now before I -"
Kyle cut him off by waving his hand and strolling towards the amassed army.
"Yeah yeah... We get that you're fantastico... However, you're still only a general and an army. I can crush you like I would ants." Kyle grinned and spat back the words with malice.
Colonel Bruskov tensed, looking slightly angry that he was being talked to by a Sixteen year old, and slightly amused also that the kid had guts to talk to an army and its colonel like that.
"I had hoped to take you kids prisoner, but your unfortunate friend has made it rather... inappropriate to do so. Very well. BATTLE FORMATION!"
The Colonel drew his sword in one swift motion and the army started to get into a formation.
Sol groaned behind him. " Kyle... the idea was to try and sweet talk our way out of here, or just even dash for it. Wait why did we even bother to come out to this clearing, reveal ourselves, and wait for them to wake and amass their army. Someone tell me why we didn't just run?"
Delilah slapped her palm to her face and said "Because we're all idiots"
Kyle just laughed like an actual madman and said "Oh my poor poor misguided friends. If we can wipe out this battalion along our way to the capital, then all the better for the war! Don't worry, I can handle myself"
Sol started to protest "Kyle, you don't even have a weapon and-"
Kyle waved him off like he did the Colonel " And you guys never bothered to ask me what I'd been doing while I was away. Your fault"
"FIREBOMBERS TAKE AIM!" shouted the Colonel
"That doesn't sound good"
"Pfff, I got this guy-"
"FIRE!"
"KYLE!" Delilah screamed as several fireballs and rockets were fired at Kyle. Before he could finish his sentence, he was engulfed in a swirling mas of fire, shrapnel and explosions. Delilah and Sol dived backwards and took cover between the trees, Sol landed awkwardly and hit his head on a log cursing vehemently, while Delilah rolled backwards with grace, and watched helplessly as her friend was completely enveloped in a fiery explosion.
"KYLE!"

Godfather

So
Me and my best friend have this kinda recurring joke about me not being able to keep it in my pants and then ending up with 17 (soon to be 18) children.
What I ACTUALLY told him (he misheard it as I HAVE 18 CHILDREN... I don't know how though) was that I have four GODCHILDREN. 18 children, godchildren... sounds similar (hahhahahah yeah-nope)
So. Yes. I'm Christian. And I'm also a Godfather. I think in the Christian sense. Like, all my friends told me OMG YOU'RE A GODFATHER????!?! THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE, THE LEGAL DEFINITION OF A GODFATHER MEANS and blah blah blah. Okay, so who cares. Wow I'm a godfather. Sure I'm happy, I have kids to look after (in the sense that I look after them at church. They're barely 1~2 years old at most)and I FULLY UNDERSTOOD the responsibilities AT THE DAMNED CEREMONY. Look, I understand maybe in the legal sense I CAN'T be a godfather.Maybe. Just maybe. But on the document it says I am. So will you please stop doubting my credibility as a Godfather? I had friends arguing to me about how I can't be a godfather because I can't look after the child if his/her parents spontaneously both die somehow, along with his entire damned family. Now I can't remember who it was, but I don't think they quite get the concept of me being in a religion. Maybe the definition for a godfather is different in society outside of Christianity. But that doesn't mean you have any sort of right to go ahead and constantly nag me about how I can't be a godfather because it legally can't happen.
Welp, too bad for you person, because in document, it says I'm the godfather for four (soon to be five) godchildren. So to put it lightly, just shut up. I'm a godfather. accept it please.

Also, another thing that keeps on nagging at the back of my mind.
nearly EVERYONE'S first reaction to my statement was 'WHAT??!! Who was stupid enough to make you the Godfather of their children'.
Okay.
Firstly, I understand that this is a joke. But after hearing everyone that knows about my godchildren, this statement starts to slightly get on my nerves.
Okay. Look at me. I'm a jokester, a prankster and rather very annoying overall, but I have NEVER done something OVERLY irresponsible. In fact, sometimes, the adults at the church tell me I'm TOO careful with the children, and should actually step back a bit, and let them have a little bit more freedom.
Hear that? I'm TOO careful with the children. I don't want them to get hurt, I have absolutely no gains from them getting hurt, other than the parents blaming me for not looking after them properly.
Now I understand many people have been annoyed at me for some sort of prank or a careless word, but do NOT for one second, that because I'm annoying I'm not a responsible godfather.
So stop with your surprised comments of 'Oh my god you're a godfather, someone help those children'.
Just. Stop.

Y'all STOP now.
Okay?
-J

LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE LOL LIMEWIRE

So, on a brighter note, I found this song I think sometimes last year. And I could not stop listening to it.
It has the most addictive tune, and although it only has one verse in total, it's the most amazing and cheerful song you'll ever find.
It was very confusing at first, but soon after, I found myself thoroughly enjoying it.
BTW anyone with mild epilepsy should avoid watching it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBH4g_ua5es

Aaand so ten hours of my life disappears down the drain. I put that song on for the full ten hours before, I didn't sit there and watch it all the time. But it was still the best day of the holidays :D

Infact, why don't we just surf the Youtubes today.

Another video... I found this one nearly... Five years ago.. It's still kickass.
This one isn't ten hours long it's okay XD
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ve4M4UsJQo

Aaaand. Tomska FTW
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjK-LzkekCU

More Tomska
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avYBuijHPBI

And Some more Tomska
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avYBuijHPBI

And to Finish off the Tomska Spree
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3I3LCyLY_m0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-nDfVIVhsM

Some Eepic Animations
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7I70FbloQ4k

Some Kick-ass Musicks
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVok-7tDFF8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncrhSikSFLU

And so, if you bothered to once again watch the long list of videos I have taken the effort to give you the links to, then... I hope you had a good time because I felt extremely happy when watching all of these videos, and I felt uplifted by these videos. So watch them again when you're down. Especially the funny ones. They're always nice. :)

Y'all be well now
-J

It's Okay

Hello Everybady

I am back today. And Today, unlike the other post, I am going to discuss something that I find quite annoying. This may be a short post, just like the one I will write straight after this post.

So, currently, two of my close (ish) friends are in a relationship. Let's call them Double A Batteries. And they are constantly getting hate from both me and my fellow classmates. I do it too, so you can call me a hypocrite, but I think it's important to say this.
When two people are in a relationship, it means they love each other (or maybe not, maybe they're just friends with benefits but whatever). And who cares if they're making out, they're a couple for fucks sake. And If they keep ignoring you, ignore them back. Don't start verbally expressing your distaste for their PDA (Public Displays of Affection). Even if it is awkward for us, imagine how awkward it is for them when we all start shouting "GUYS! STOP MAKING OUT BACK THERE!". Just as a reminder, I did say, 'Call me a hypocrite' up there ^^^ .
I know it's hard to not stare, but I feel people are getting hurt because of our actions towards them. And the things we may consider as 'jokes', to them it's really just taking a stab at them and their relationship. I know a few others in a relationship as a matter of fact. And I know they do't make out IN PUBLIC, they may do so in private IDK. BUT! Since we don't know about that, we don't make as many jibes at them. I'm staring at you. You know who you are. If you two start doing it as well, you better be prepared for AS MUCH, if not MORE jabs at you two. Why? Because I think it's only necessary in the case of 'revenge' and 'equality'. You can't just take your picks of choices in life without them having to affect you. So... Choose your straws wisely. And don't expect too much sympathy from me if your relationship gets prodded in a painful manner.

That is all.
To sum up :
1) Leave the Double A Batteries be. If they're making a mistake from your point of view, let them learn from their mistake, but don't push their learning. Leave them happy for while they can.

2) If you're in a relationship, you shouldn't criticize other people's relationships, or even express your distaste too much because, if you end up somehow doing the same thing, you'll just become a hypocrite, you can expect A LOT of the same teasing and jibes at you and you might wonder 'Why is everyone saying this kind of stuff to us?'. I'll tell you now, speak to others, the way you want to be spoken back to. Otherwise don't speak at all.

Soo.. Just leave them be. I'm sure they'll learn eventually. Just wait.

Y'all be well now
-J

These are a few of my Favourite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favourite things

Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favourite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favourite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite thingsAnd then I don't feel so bad
These are the lyrics to the song referenced in the title. This song is My Favourite Things from the Sound of Music (Great movie btw, should go watch if you haven't, I've got a copy ;) ). And so the reason this song is in this post is because... well... I'm pretty sure you can guess, this post is about a few of my favourite things.
1) Right now, the time is 5:42. Outside my house is a beautiful sunset. The window is quite a large window, which shows a view of... the house across from us XD And the road. But the best thing is, I can see the sky, so clearly over the top of the house across from us. It's very picturesque. The house does actually make a lovely view with the sunset. The sun going over down yonder tinges the sky a beautiful orange, the type of orange that just melts your heart. The orange colour then spreads out, and soon the orange melts with the sky blue and turns a light shade of pink, that barely hints at the sky. After a while, the sun goes far over sufficiently, to give the house some form of shading, and the house turns slightly darker inside. The atmosphere becomes slightly more relaxed, and my minds feels much more at ease.
The sunset is beautiful. <3
You might say it is very(•_•)
( •_•)>⌐■-■
(⌐■_■)
'Settling'
*Ba-dum ching*

2) Talking. 
Maybe not so much myself talking, but I love other people's company. I want people to talk to me, and I like to talk to them back. Sometimes I say stupid things, other times, I make people laugh. But mostly I just enjoy listening to other people talk. It gives me a sense of comfort, and I love the kind of give-and-receive the in the conversations. Just <3

Lastly 3) You all know it's coming...
My piano. 
It's not as much a physical thing for me. It's not the actual act of playing that I like (although I love that bit as well). For me, the piano is deeper. It's a means of getting away. It's become this kind of spiritual detacher. I play the piano, and for a while nobody disturbs me, except for the douchebags who can't appreciate piano music. But other than that, nobody disturbs me, and I can finally escape my own house for a while. Just let my fingers flow over the keyboard, settle down with some Billy Joel, and let the music take control.
You might say 'aww, Jae, your relationship with the piano ain't nothing special. You ain't no soul mate with the piano or anything', but if you stood where I've been, and understood my situation, you wouldn't have a squeak coming out of your mouth.
Thank the Piano later
He's transformed me into somewhat a better person. Just sit me down on a piano and talk to me if you don't want a hyperactive kid talking to you :)
Seriously, you should all go play Piano.
Y'all be well now
-J

Demon Whisperer

Demon Whispering.
Or otherwise known as Retarded Jae telling people in a batman voice to do retarded things. See, I have this habit of disagreeing to absolutely EVERYTHING I nearly hear. Like, if someone said, don't do it!'. I would probably shout at them 'DO IT!' with absolutely no clue to what they're supposed to be doing. It's just one of my habits. And I don't really know how some people feel about that. Sometimes I feel like people are weirded out,and they judge me because I have this really deep batman voice that I basically use to annoy people. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand so I came to this blog to ask. What do you think when I start whispering the absolute opposite of what people are saying in your ear? Do you
a) Get annoyed?
b) Freak Out
or c) IDGAF (I Don't Give A Fudgisticals)

I honest to god want to know what people think. If it's annoying, I will stop it. Because, as much as I say I hate you all, in all honesty, all I want is to fit in somewhere. Settle down with my friends. Have a nice loooooooooooooooooooooong exteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeended chat. And just enjoy life.
I love my friends, and I'm sure most of them love me back (doubting the credibility of some) but yeah. So there you have it. Don't pay attention to me saying 'I hate you' and not giving you a hug. That's a good sign from me. It means your a close enough friend for me to get embarassed by hugging. Know I hate you when I say 'Fark Awf'. Because then it seriously means I don't want you ther. But yeah.
Friends 4eva :D (internet slang ftw~)

As a short farewell, why not poems

I do thinks me
By my own IQ
What I can see
is Lie

When all I see
is white wall
standing in front of
me

Me thinks me be smart
when all I be is insane.

What was that poem about you ask?
What was the song
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds about then?
(LSD)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Y'all be well now
-J
p.s Don't forget to actually tell me what you think. This is about as important to me because you're all my friends. And I don't like pissing off my friends. I look like I don't give a fuck, but I'm actually really worried.
P.ps Seriously
P.p.ps Tell meeee

After - MATH of Leap Campu-des

HA! Dem punz

Hai~ Everybadi.
So the class is back from the three-day long excursion of doom and amazingness and unicorns. And I'm just going to write a few points from my view about the amazingess and unicorns of the camp.

It was just too amazing to fully describe the feeling in words. I felt euphoric, and ecstatic the whole way through. I was a happy chappy (except for that first night when you snored like a bitch Anson. That sucked balls :P ). Other then that, I had the most fun I probably will have a for a short while ( #BandCampu-DesFTW). Where do I start.. ohh....

1) The Bus Ride There
Phew. That was an interesting bus ride. starting from the moment I arrived late onto the bus with shouts of 'JAE WHAT IS WITH YOUR PILLOW??!!' (My Pillow is a very manly pink colour thanks!) I knew at once, this was where I belonged. With most of my other friends, I don't feel too great half of the time, I just feel like I fit in, but on that bus, I was accepted, and I was happy. Ecstatic even (No I wasn't taking ecstasy).
Then the musicks. Oh the Musicks. From the Headbanging to the ballads, the music that was coming from every which-way was invigorating. I don't think I stopped smiling all the way for the four hours there. It was like family, but family I actually enjoyed being around. No shouting (the mean kind) no swearing (except for the joking kind) and no beating up (excluding maybe the chairs). The hour flowed from one to another as the bus ran it's kilometres with a relative smoothness. The hunger from not managing to feel hungry enough to eat one of those delicious looking pies from that pie shop we stopped at. And that souvenir Jam. That I didn't manage to taste. For the whole. Campu-des. Damn XD BUS TRIPS WITH AMAZING FRIENDS FTW!

2) The Actual Campu-des. Phew! Dat booty  Camp. Haha... Oh gods it was so tiring. And smiley. And just pure awesome. Do you know why it was pure awesome? BECAUSE LEAP! and Mr Halas. -Fire is what awaits all beauty - Wise words from the Ukrainian Viktor Halas. The first part we went to observe the Rock Platforms, and look at some fishies and jelly-fishies, and some crabs, and lobsters, and turtles, and eels, and prawns, and other cool jazzy sea-y stuff. That was all fun. Observing the rock pool was much cooler though. Watching huge was crash upon the shore. Part of it was like the titanic XD I think me and a friend re-enacted the boat scene from the Titanic XD. Was a wonderful time which I had. The actual camp... Ahhh. The games we played on the camp. The conversations we had. They are just too amazing to even describe properly. It's just a feeling that wells up. Inside, until it nearly wants to make you cry. Teardrops... teardrops.. DOOOOWWEEEEOOOOHHH (Grease)

3) Just. That Night.
Thinking about that night. Makes me cry. Everyone was just. Together. Talking. And it was actually like we were family. We had so much fun. We almost fekll asleep together, on the lawn. In our sleeping bags. All huddled together like penguins. TRying to recreate the feelings which I had in those nights, would be like trying achieve the pinnacle of euphoria. You can't. I can't. I finally found somewhere where I fit in. I was accepted. My company was enjoyed. It. was just... I Love you all. I can't describe it any other way. I just love you all.

I cry as I think over that night. I was happier than ever. I wish to go back to that night. Everything was just perfect.
Now it's over, and I hope we all get along miraculously well. I missed all of my school friend.
AND NOW J IS BACK IN DA HOUSE, AND THE BLOG IS BACK FROM HIATUS (for the people who previously did not know about my new blog. Although you probably found out somehow.)

Y'all be well now
-J

Sick, Deadly Slip of Paper in Yellow Envelope, The words I hate, And Campu-des!

Hello!
Bonjour!
HAI! MOSHIMOSHI! (jk, jk)

So wassup guys? Jae back here with some more idiocy and rambling.
The following post will contain excessive amounts of swearing and reverting back to the old blogging method. Please try to follow along.

1) I'm sick
(Shut up, It was worth mentioning)

2) We got our Mid Sem reports today. Wow. Never have I been so nervous to get one. And never have I been SO devastated to peek at the contents. When I saw my mid Sem reports, I wanted to rip it up. I wanted to hide it from everybody. I wanted to go and shoot myself, whilst hanging myself. Yeah. It was that bad. I don't FUCKING understand why I keep doing this. I keep promising myself 'I'll actually try. no, i NEED to try, for my parents, and at least for myself. But halfway through the term, wait. Scrap that. Halfway through the first week my confidence crumbles, I die of stress and go into full 'Yoloni' mode. I hate myself for doing it every time, and I disappoint my parents every report that comes out. I just can't seem to focus on one task long enough for something half decent to come out. Whether that be a Maths assignment, a Science report, a English Essay, or a SoSe Report (all things that are overdue, or not finished properly) I just can't seem to sit down, and bring up something half decent.
When I saw the report, I thought I was a bout to buckle, and nearly started to hyperventilate. I put an imaginary gun against my head and shot myself with an imaginary bullet. I'm scared. My parents always told me that if I do this shit in highschool, I'll never achieve anything in college, and not to even dream about Uni.And I think after three years and three terms, I can finally understand slightly what they mean. I know I still really dislike them for beating me up at every little problem, but I can see what they're trying to do.They just want me to be a normal kid, who studies well, gets good grades, gets into a proper Uni, gets a good job, and lives a happy life. I know they want me to be like my sister. Smart, well achieving, and complacent with her place in life.
BUT I'M NOT MY SISTER. AND DON'T YOU EVER COMPARE ME TO HER. EVER.
Yes.. I have seriously considered suicide for a while now. And then I got rid of that idea as soon as I started to think about death again. And realised even though I hate my life THAT much, I don't want to cut it so short. But I still hate my life. And no amount of sympathising will change my mind.

And 3) #LEAPIESGOINGONLEAPCAMP!
I'm sick, I'm going to be on a bus with my classmates, and we're going to Tathra in drizzly weather!
INFECTION TIME!

Live long.
Prosper.
Life a happy life.
I wish.

Y'all be well now.
-J
(P.s Dong Hoon, this blog will be going public soon :P Just because I feel like people actually do need to know that I went back on my word XD After that really dramatic FUCK THIS BLOG rant on my other blog. XD )

The Psychoanalysis of Cookie Clicking

Hi.
I have absolutely no idea what psychoanalysis means but it sounded fancy pants so I used it. There :D

So, there has been another incident of the 'viral'. Lately, many people seem to have submitted to playing this game known as 'Cookie Clicker'. My best friend was one of the early infected. He was pestering me about this game for a while, and I wondered. What. It sounds so boring. O.o
So, a basic overview of Cookie Clicker. You click cookies to make cookies. Then you use those cookies to buy upgrades, so you can get cookies faster and automate the process of obtaining the sweet delicacies. And so the game goes on and on. Now, I resisted the temptation and infection of this game for a solid week. And now I have buckled and succumbed to playing this sweet game of cookie madness. Even as I write this blog post, I have the game turned on in the background, and I am watching the cookies spill out like a waterfall. Tis a beautiful sight :D
I currently at this time frame (I probably will have more by the time this post goes up) a Cookie Income of 39.8 Cookies per Second (CpS). It is a sad life which I lead, I am immersed in a game in which the only goal is to make more and more cookies until your life dissipates from the boredom or the transfixiation of watching the cookies fall like a Cornucopia.
However, my best friend, quit the game after he had an income of over 5 mil CpS. Yeah. 5 million Cookies per Second. You my friend, are the definition of no lifer XD

And so I highly recommend playing this game for less than thirty minutes. Possibly only play this game for ten because you too will soon find that somehow, you are being sucked into a world where cookies are your all.
http://orteil.dashnet.org/cookieclicker/
Just go try playing the game *sigh*

Onto my next topic.
So, some of my friends asked me 'Why are you so tired today?'
And to that I replied 'I was up till five watching an anime. And I didn't even finish the whole 25 episode season. Starting from 9 pm to 5 am the next day (today) I was up watching the whole of the anime through and through. Each and every episode, even though I had already read through season one in manga.
Progress report. Now have a Cookie Income of 109.9 CpS.
Aaaanyways. Yeah. Something about the anime I was watching really enthralled me. And so today, I was in soaring spirits. And I felt like I should have been outside for the whole day, just enjoying today's nicer weather. I tried to constantly put on a smile. I made my new Motto One more smile, one more laugh, indicating that, no matter how hard the going gets, I should show a bright smile and laugh one more time, for my friends and remind them that it's not as bad. To Smile one more time, one more time than everybody else, and to laugh one laugh longer. This way, my spirit feels better. I don't constantly have this weight of stress and achievement pressing on my shoulders, like the sky is pushing down on me. I don't want to carry the weight of the heavens so I pass it off with a smile and a laugh.
That anime really touched me and I very thoroughly enjoyed it, although some bits were.. let's say the typical (Not trying to be rude here but... ) 'Japanese' Anime.
But aside from that, I loved every moment of it, every character and I felt a very strong connection to this anime. Mostly because for me, the game was what I thought about the world, until  my rather depressing thoughts about death and afterlife.
But whatever. Looking into an abyss doesn't mean you'll always see the bottom of it yeah? :)
So I look forward, and take the leap of faith.
I inhale.
I watch my new favourite anime,
and I grin.
Life isn't so bad.
Go watch the anime :D
http://swordartonlineepisodes.com/
I <3 it. I can't guarantee you'll like it but what the hell. You only get one shot at life.

Smile keep your head up
And

Y'all be well now
-J

Let's Dance!

Heya Guys! :D

Sooo..... Okay. Some people may be confused as to why I'm writing about the aim of the blog post at the start now. Well, actually, nearly all of you probably are, because this wasn't done in my last blog. See, I think, in my old blog, it was very..... disjointed, and confusing to read. I believe part of the problem was because I didn't give each blog post a 'theme' as such, and therefore, I just ended up ranting on and on about random stuff and just went completely off topic.
So I'm writing the aim of the blog at the start so I don't lose track of my topic. :D
Just for the sake of it, the aim of this blog post is..... I kinda forgot, it went along the lines of dancing...
Oh. My Favourite songs. Dat's right.

So.
Positivity guys :D Keeps me motivated, keeps me hyperactive. However, what really keeps me from entering into the nether realm (jk guys :P I didn't know how to describe something. So I just made it up. You guys understand right? :D) is my passion for music. I won't say I'm bad at music, but I won't say I'm good at it either. I play Piano, trumpet, and a bit of guitar, violin and drums. But as much as I love playing my intruments, I love listening to good music better. My musical taste ranges from classical like Beethoven, And Debussy, all the way to EDM (Electronic Dance Music) and Dubstep. Some of you may disagree with me but, hey. I'm me remember? If me and you were both the same person, just like everyone else in the world, this place would be hella boring right?
Anyways. And so, I basically melt when I listen to really well played classical pieces, or start dancing uncontrollably to EDM or other music that I like. If you told me to select a few favourite songs.... Well :D I wouldn't really be able to select a 'few'. I love all of them pretty equally. Of course there are those preferences I have, like Classical over Dubstep, Rag over Blues but still. I just wouldn't be able to live without any of my music.
Here's just a few of my favourite songs.
Joy Division - The Wombats
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayuooyWPEUc

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghb6eDopW8I

Let's See How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghb6eDopW8I

Piano Man - Billy Joel (<3)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxEPV4kolz0

I won't put you guys through the torture of having to sit through ALL of these FOUR vidoes which are only 3~4 Minutes long. That's like 12 MINUTES. :O I mean, with Gen Y~Z 's short attention span, I doubt you guys would be able to even sit still for that long ;) (A reference to my SoSe class for those of you who do not know me).
But now, those songs above are only... Songs I guess. Like they are the songs which I can sing to, which I like. Mind you, they're not in order from Favourite to least favourite, they're just songs which I liked, which popped into my head at that specific time.
Now these are instrumental songs which I like.

U.N Owen was Her
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tds0qoxWVss

Struttin it Around - Sonny Chua
(Imagine a YouTube link :D )

Black Keys Etude Op.10 No.5 - Chopin (Hells to the Yeah!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsonM5mSvOk
(And This ^^^ is the reason I don't mark myself as 'good' :P)

Aaaaaand
Red Like Roses - RWBY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmV_Iy7oY6o

Sooo..... Yeah. If you guys bothered to watch any of the vids up there, you will notice I have quite a weird/wide taste in music. But that's just me, my opinion, and mine only. I'm not saying that you guys should all watch the vids or anything... (Hint HINT)
But yeah. I really like the pieces of music up there, because they all lift my mood whenever I listen to them. Music has been my only lifeline, and saviour in my own house. I don't strictly hate my parents, but let's just say they're not the nicest at times. :P
And so my piano and music has been my only saving light at home.
Otherwise, you guys, my friends would be. :D

Y'all be well now
-J