It’s Been a While

I haven’t posted anything in a while. It’s kind of weird. But here’s a post. Yaaay! I’ll get on to a topic later.


Respect, ya Gotta Earn it

Coming from an Asian family, I understand what respect is and that I should respect my elders. Although through the years, I kind of turned a bit on the rules made for me and created my own. I would respect my elders, but unless they disrespect me, why the hell should I? I don’t see the point of showing them respect if they don’t for me. Maybe I got to earn it. Then again, they haven’t earn my respect. This is something of a big deal for me, you see.

Well, before I get into this, I got to tell a little story about today. I went to church (great starter, I know) and when it was time for the bread line (I call it that instead of the Eucharist), I saw this boy who went to grab the walker beside some statues. He was getting it for his grandma, who appeared to be unable to walk five steps without it. After that, he walked in front of her to make sure that nobody was going to get in her way. That warms my heart. I like it when I see little kids helping out their grandparents. It’s just something that lightens up my mood. That mood was utterly ruined when two girls walked passed her and cut her in line. They were lucky we were at church, else I’d punch them in their faces. Anyways, the funny part was towards the end. The little boy thought that his grandma already went out (which she couldn’t) so he hurried to the outside. His grandma then was confused about where her walker is. I was all like, “Noo! Little boy, come back!” in my head. Hopefully they reunited.

Back to where I was.

I hate teen movies. Mostly because the only ones I’ve seen involved a teenager disrespecting their parents. Obviously they don’t understand that their parents are the one that puts a roof under their head, feed them, and do all sorts of other things. The thing I’m talking to only refer to the parents that are actually trying to cooperate with their children. If your parents doesn’t respect you, you shouldn’t have the need to respect them. I’m all about being nice to my elders, but only when they’re being nice to me. So if your mom is a druggie and she yells at you to get her a beer, go ahead and punch her in the face and say, “No!” but be careful. She might smash another bottle on you and that one might cut your pretty face. And also they might throw you outside. So be careful.

Anyways, back to the parents who are respecting their children but their children is not giving the same attitude back. Are they stupid or something? Wait, they are. “You just don’t understand me!” – says the person who won’t let people get to know them. Seriously?

I’m going to go away from that topic and let’s get back to church. So I’m in confirmation class (even though I don’t want to be). Catholics have way too many rites I have to go through. And they cost money? What? Hell no! But my parents already paid so I might as well attend. I was in the first year last year and we had a retreat. It wasn’t much of a retreat since the place we went to was the gym of the school. They practically trapped us there by two reasons: One, our parents would be mad; two, they got our phones. It was eight hours long. I thought, “If I can’t escape, I might as well have fun.” And I did. It was a pretty fun time, I supposed. I met people whom I’ll never meet again, which is always fun. Unless you’re from the same school, then you just awkwardly say hi to each other.

During retreat, we had a total of three speakers. You know, people who come in to talk about stuff. The first one was nice because it was about bullying and such. The second was the one that went downhill and was just utterly stupid. This had to do with gender roles and I never liked this topic. I can’t remember what she was speaking about because I didn’t care, but this one phrase she uttered that is now in my mind forever. She said, “It’s a man’s job to respect women, and it’s a woman’s job to expect the respect.” – … what?

Taking this literally: If it’s a man’s job to respect women, they wouldn’t need to have all these other jobs like a doctor or engineer. Why would the woman just sit there and expect the respect? Why? How about you go out there and earn it? Also, if it’s a man’s job, is he supposed to go ahead and respect the crackwhores or the really bitchy girls? If the woman is just expecting the respect, does that mean she doesn’t have to respect men? I think respect is something you earn, not expect. You got to earn their respect as much as them having to earn your respect. How is this woman–the speaker–attending a university? I don’t understand. She was lucky this was in church ground, else I’d punch her in the face.

Hey, even if I’m not a religious person and I prefer not going to church, at least I respect the rules of being in church.

Also, I’m getting a vlog of this out later.

I’m Getting Ready For NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo is basically this writing event that takes place in November. I have to write a novel from scratch within thirty days. Simple as that.

I’m getting ready for it since this is my first time joining NaNoWriMo. It’s also an opportunity for me to try to finish a novel for the first time. It may be difficult, but at least I’ll give it my best shot. The sad thing about this is that I’ll have to quit marching band in order to ready myself. The other thing is that I’ll be glad to quit band camp. I’m not much of a fast learner. They’re pressuring me to learn songs that’ll take me a slow time, especially with an instrument that I’m barely getting used to. It’s not a good thing for me. Then there’s the whole marching thing.

I can barely play a note while walking and they expect me to remember two full length songs by Thursday. I don’t think I can do that. I’m not Asian enough, sorry.


I went to a buddy’s house today for her birthday. Throughout the entire day, I suffered from teary, itchy eyes, sneezes, and little itchy bumps on my jaw line. My buddy has two cats. So I found out that I’m allergic to cats ._.

But I love cats. Oh, well, I supposed I can’t adopt them when I have the chance anymore. I’ll just watch them from afar.

The Most Hated Criticism

So I do critiques and in return people do the same for me. One of the thing I really hate the most the when people tell me that my character needs a bit more backstory and details… when they’ve only read three pages of it ._.

Unless you got my brain and understand everything about them, how can you just go ahead and tell me that my character needs work? I’m the type of person who adds in backstory here and there all around the story, I’m not going to shove it all to you in those three pages. Unless you’re a whore for backstories. If you are, go read fantasy stories.


The other thing that I hate is when people go ahead and say, “You need to work on your grammar.” Okay? Can you at least tell me what? No? You’re not going to say? THEN DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT MY GRAMMAR! It’s hard enough that I have to go and reread through the entire thing, at least help me out with it rather than saying, “You have this small little grammar problem. Just a tiny bit.” Ugh!

Rumble Fighters – Prologue


Would you prefer to be alive or dead? It was a stupid question, but I answered it with my honest thoughts: “I prefer to be dead. The world is filled with nothing but conspirator and mindless idiots. How could I continue living as a black sheep? I would powder myself white, but other sheeps will tattle-tell like little kids. They are nothing but traitors. They’d make friends with you and then plunge a dagger right at your spine at your weakest moment. So, like I said, I’d prefer to be dead. Does that answer your question?”

Speechless, the fortune teller flipped the next tarot card. I sighed, a bit happy by the fact that I was able to blow off some steam. However, it was still infuriating the fact that I was forced here. Was the place so bad at business that they had to push an innocent passerby into their store? I supposed so. She was pretty bad at predicting people’s reaction. Even asking such a stupid question at that.

“It seems that your bleak future is heading for the worse…”

No shit, lady. Do you have any other bullshit to say? Jeez. How the hell do girls believe in this stuff? They say the most obvious things.

“This event will set off an inescapable destiny.”

Sweat slid down from my forehead and dripped from my chin. I blew out a quiet, slow breath just in case I ended up breathing onto her face. They could at least afford an air conditioner in this tiny room. Seriously, it had enough space for a mini table and two chairs. I felt so cramped up in here. I would be freaking out at this point if I had claustrophobia. Luckily, I didn’t. The room was covered with dingy window shades and it made this place extremely dark. There was a red table cover on the… obviously the table. Sitting on top was a crystal ball that was the only thing illuminating some kind of light. It was fascinating and hypnotizing to stare into the crystal ball.

The lady was wearing a violaceous robe that covered her from head to toe. She was always gazing at the cards, I guessed it was another way to avoid me seeing her face.

“Oh, really? Do you know when?” I asked sarcastically.

“Within six weeks, five days, seventeen hours, eleven—”

“That’s way too specific!” I shouted. “Ahem… sorry.”

Even if I didn’t believe in the art of scamming, I got to have manner. It would be rude to speak my mind freely. After all, humans were fragile creatures. Anyway, I sped up the process, not wanting to spend five hours in that place. Heh, you know how the lady says within six weeks? Well, it’s been six months and nothing’s changed. How inconvenient. I thought I at least would’ve had a good story to tell.

Returned From Vegas

So I went to Las Vegas for three days, from 7/8/13 – 7/10/13. Overall, I’d say it was an okay experience. I don’t really like the place since, obviously, I’m underage and I can’t exactly do anything. I wanted to watch that show with Claire Sinclair, but I’m underage. Oh, goddamn it. I wanted to watch that show. I mean, you probably would too if you saw the poster. It’s also an (I supposed) acrobatic show from what I saw from the trailer.

We didn’t really go watch any shows rather than the one I’ve seen two times already. They were free. Las Vegas was hot, up to the maximum of 110 degrees. There was also a forest fire so the cloud was really black. Got a nice picture of it though. One good thing I’ve accomplished was that I’ve got all the songs in Project Diva 2nd. That’s a fun game. So yeah, I didn’t really go anywhere but in my room. I went swimming and experienced a hot tub, which was hot. My uncles just stayed in the room and drank beer while my aunts went down to the casino to play.

One thing I really wanted to do at this place was to go to a steakhouse. We did not go there. I am sad. I did enjoy the hotel rooms. I always like hotel rooms. They are too nice.

My favorite thing is when my aunts talk about winning and losing money. Most people come to casino aiming to win big, and that’s probably one reason why they always lose. My aunts are happy enough by the fact that they spent $20 and gained $300. I have to agree with them. I’m not playing the game to pay my bills (hah, I can’t play, I’m not even 21).

I was a tad mad by the law about how kids shouldn’t be near the slot machines and tables in the casino. My favorite thing is when a security guard said, “This is not an appropriate place for a kid.” — Okay, then don’t make the casino the first floor of the hotel. If you don’t want kids to be here, then make the casino a separate place and forbid kids from entering. My mom explained that they were afraid that kids might tell their parents the cards of their opponents. I reply with, “Adults can do the same thing, so why be scared of kids?”

Las Vegas is a bad place to bring your kids here to the first place. There’s a whole lotta ass n’ titties (lol) all around the place and shows that kids can’t watch. There were shows that I could’ve seen, but my family didn’t go. They just played in the casino for the entire days.

That law about children still bothers me. I supposed I can’t watch them play because it’ll… influence me… to do bad things? Or maybe they just don’t want an audience of kids yapping about how to play (in which case, refer back to the whole separate casino and hotel) I don’t know. Anybody know the reason? I just don’t get it.