"A lot of ppl say u go 2 school to 'learn', but the American school system is actually a process of 'being judged' and learning how to react/evolve/thrive/fail. Most Americans know whether or not they 'fit in' with society by the end of freshman year of high school."

This quote is by far the best I have seen about dipshi**y school all over the world. I give respect and salute the guy who wrote this. He's a legend.

Noodles

So, I bet you people are just like...what?? Cuz I haven't written in like a year (almost forgot about this blog). And also the fact that this post is named 'NOODLES'. I'll explain all that later, but for now I'm glad I'm back, even though this is probably the worst time I could think of to blog cuz I have exactly 10 huge assignments I've been putting off for a while. Plus I've got a HUGE debate tournament tomorrow that's really wrecking my nerves. SO, I guess I just wanted to take a break and WRITE?? LOL, I actually enjoy writing so :P

Now, recently I made a new blog where I put all my creations (pieces of writing like stories and stuff) so if y'all wanna check it out, then feel free. Right, now I haven't been posting in like a year because as mentioned I just simply forgot I owned a blog, and so much has happened over time that I can't believe I wrote all those other posts..SHOCKING!

Let's talk about this post now. I think I named it 'NOODLES' because I couldn't really think of a good name for a random check-in thingy. I mean in case you haven't noticed this blog is called 'RANDOMNESS'. I just wanted to say that right now it's a really hectic/frustrating time for me, and I think its mostly because I have no idea what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. I mean I know that this whole life is like a test, but what the heck am I supposed to do? Eat noodles? Don't think I'm emo, because I'm not, I guess I'm just a little confused right now, and would appreciate guidelines for life. And I thought and thought about it, and all I could come up with is that life is yours to do whatever you want. People are going to try to stop you, but are you someone that is going to stop? In my case, I don't think there is a single person in the world that cares for your well fare. I mean sure, your parents love you and all, but if they started devoting their lives to you, their lives would get all screwed up. So think that through and get in your head that its just you and god (only ONE god) and only you can help yourself.

I'll see you guys later ;)

An Arsenal of Excuses

Nice title huh? But forget that, this post isn't about the title (well it relates to it), its about the understanding of the title. What is an arsenal of excuses? Well, let me just put it that an arsenal of excuses is what I call a truckload of excuses hurled at you, just because someone wants to get out of something. I can't deny that I've given some particularly untruthful excuses, but now I sit wondering to myself how spectacular it would have been if I had actually done the deed and sat there smiling instead of sweating and lying. This is where Mr. P comes in. He's a highly satanic fellow, who'll take over your brain and keep it snoozing for eternity if it could. Mr. P is often known as Procrastination. He's darn good at his job, and he gets paid even more for it. Now you're probably sitting there wondering that its a nice story and all, but what's this guy trying to prove with all this Mr. P crap. I'm gonna tell you to stand up first of all, and then realize you are procrastinating RIGHT NOW YOU FOO! When you could've helping your old ma with some thing or another, or your old pa, or do some useful deed, you're sitting there with a piece of artificial junk in your hands wasting YOUR precious life. And when poor old ma comes asking for the 100th time why you were sitting locked up in your room, in your pajamas, eating day old cake and chips; all you can manage is an arsenal of excuses.

March 1, 2010

Haven't posted in a long time 9_9, and to be truthful, I wasn't bothered and I had too much to concentrate on. Which just reminded me about Quackfest -.- Though it turned out to be much better than expected, it still was a bore. I had to sit there for like 3 hours chasing after g** kids who kept on finding ways to break the rules and mess up our game. In the beginning we were excited and nervous, and towards the end, we gave a prize ticket to basically anyone who played. I hope it was worth it. Abrar wasn't much of a help, she just sat there...and collected tickets.

NO MORE FML! x(

So, for those of you know what FML is, great. For those of you that don't...I can't imagine how you can manage life o.O

Anyways what's important is that THERE'S NO MORE F****** FML!!!! Atleast where I live anyways, which is probably one of the most boring places on earth, Qatar. So, the major phone-line here (Qtel) decides they'll just pick a few hundred sites which include F*** [you know FML doesn't even use F***, all it says is FML...it could mean a lot of things :) ]. Unfortunately, somehow this amazing site got blocked :'(

The whole point of FML is to read someone else's problems and feel good about yourself. I mean all us humans are cruel beings, we gain happiness from someone else's F***** up life. xD

So, without this amazing site, I'm feeling very unhappy these days, although I might have a solution. For those of you lucky B******* with iTouches and iPhones, you can download apps (for free :O ) from the app store that allow you to use FML :D:D:D:D Just search FML..and walah!

That's all for now... ;)

Pwned White People xP

So hi again, and I just had a weird idea today. I really felt racist today (against Mexican people..sorry all those good Mexicans out there...I'll try to control my racism from now on) and so I wanted to look up some racist jokes and comics. What I did find was utterly priceless and amazing, and I thought I might want to share it with the rest of the world.

A White man once said,''Colored people are not allowed here.''

A black man turned around and stood up.

He then said:

''Listen sir... when I was born I was BLACK'

''When I grew up I was BLACK,''

''When im sick i'm BLACK'',

''When i go in the sun im BLACK'',

''When i'm cold i'm BLACK'',

''When I die i'll be BLACK'',

''But you sir.''

''When you're born you're PINK'',

''When you grow up you're WHITE'',

''When you're sick you're GREEN'',

''When you go in the sun you turn RED'',

''When you're cold you turn BLUE'',

''And when you die you turn PURPLE'',

''And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.

Amazing right, that's what I thought when I finished reading this. Nowadays there aren't sensible comebacks like these anymore, and even if there are, they are overused WAY TOO MUCH!! Although after all this I do have to say I'm on the BLACK side, and I have a feeling all those white boys that diss them blacks could learn a hell lot from this.

Until nxt time..bye ;)

Crappy IT Teachers

Hello World, today I started my blog, and I have to say it beats having to write essays and all that bull**** we get at school. Don't get me wrong, I love to write, its just that the I like free writing (you know, write about what you want) better than some dull old topic about frog intestines.. -.-

Of course, there are many teacher out there that love laboring us poor beings with loads and loads of the usual crap (this includes reports, essays, plans, and etc..[search on Google for more ways of torturing with writing]). By the way, refer to the picture above for REAL writing torture.

I seriously think IB schools should either make a simpler design cycle or get us a new Information Technology teacher. This excuse for a teacher needs a serious holiday (either that or he never got laid). Plus, he's a failure at flirting which tends to be his hobby during school hours because its the only time he can have a chance at checking out his students.. o_O

Moving on, the Systems Technology also has a problem with due dates; I don't think he ever heard of them before. "All right guys, your Plan is due this Thursday, and its Tuesday today". "Umm, sir we have to write like 8 pages of a load of cr-....good information.". " Yes I know, but don't worry, I won't read it all XD". Yea..that's real funny, its gonna be funnIER when your wife smacks you across your face because you gave her a deadline for getting that son of yours outta her.

Allright, that's all I gotta say about crazy teachers.. more to come ;)