Got a weird gutfeeling today, I hate when that happens but Im not even gonna write why because then I´ll just think about it more.

Gotta fill my mind with good thoughts again!

This evening I attended my schools OpenHouse and spoke to plenty of younglings, telling about the media course and the school itself, which was very fun
I was actually supposed to stand by a table and talk about the studentcouncil but nobody was interested so…I decided to walk around instead, which was so much more worth it.
Sometimes it feels really cool being a senior student; everybody looks up to you and you feel very old and wise
Plus girl love seniors, right?
Nobody likes me, but thats the way it should be.
However, school here in Sweden is nothing like highschool in for example the states; no highschool musical or american pie, though it would be fun if it was like that.

So guys, before we graduate this year; we gotta fuck every girl of the alphabet in the school!
-Alright, just gotta find that X!

That’d be sweet XD

But really though, sometimes you just gotta sit down and relax when you are feeling your worst, like I did today when i got that bad feeling in my stomach.
Meditation around why you are feeling bad, on reason and reality is among the best you can do.
When you realize that in reality, nothing is constant, no feeling about worldy things last forever, because the world does not last forever.
In reality, what does small things matter after a while? We have to realize that life goes on and changes, we have to realize that the past is the past and should be left as such, if we really want to move on.
We shouldnt ponder about the past, do something about it rather then, than whine about it and letting it drag you down emotionally.
Think forward, not back.
Dont get stuck in the moment, live for tomorrow.

Learn to let go of what you are most afraid of losing, to find peace.
-Almost there.

De ce atunci cand faci un lucru toata lumea trebuie sa zica “Braavoooo e perfect” sau “A iesit bine “…de ce nu pot sa isi spuna adevarata parere? Eu una cel putin prefer sa mi se spuna ce am gresit si sa raman cu un gust destul de neplacut decat sa stau si sa repet aceasi gresala din nou si din nou.Nu.Tot ce auzim este “Aaaaaaah ce super a iesit,bravo ” …Si in majoritatea cazurilor se si vede pe fata persoanelor respective cat de mult teatru joaca.Bine.Mai sunt si alte persoane care zic chestii gen “mda…e ok” si te iau la misto si asa mai departe…in cazu asta , daca tot nu au ceva folositor de zis … mai bine tac …dar ma rog..chestiile astea nu sunt nici de ieri,nici de azi,ci de o gramada de timp…si or sa fie mereu.Pentru ca deh, asa e “normal”.Anywayz..=^o^= …feeling tired as hell …

Dear Forum,

I am on break right now, so I am free to blog. : )

First off, who here hate’s group projects, because I for one most certainly do.

My partner just steps all over me, and this project is worth 6OO points.

If I fail, she’s going down with me.

Second, Don’t you hate it when the one person you are completely avoiding, pops up everywhere! It happened to me a whole lot last week, but now, I am actually over it. There is this guy in my Gym class, and he is indeed, uber handsome, aswell as nice, and funny, and really sweet.

My friend says we would look really cute together, but I highly doubt me and him would ever get together.

My friend, Trevor and I, have begun videotaping in our Biology class whenever the teacher isn’t looking. THen I post it on Facebook, hahaha. It’s really fun.

Turkey Day! Is on Thursday, today’s Tuesday, so only 2 more days. : )

Ever since I was 9, I’ve always made the whole thanksgiving meal, the turkey, mash potato, and ect, you name it! : )

On Friday, you have no idea how many times I had been invited to go and see New Moon. I counted, 46 times I was invitied, and I had to reject everyone, because, my family would make fun or eveninsult me on why I would even go to see New Moon, when in reality, I lOVE twilight, of course, not to the extent of where I would faint if I met Taylor, Kristen, or Robert.

I hate the ironic twist that I can gove other people advice on love and stuff and how it never works out for me. I hate the irony that i can see other poeples love dilemmas perfectly with detail, and yet I am ever so dense to my own.

Who else has that problem?

So, who else saw Adam Lambert’s preformance on the AMA’s? I personally thought, hey, he can do whatever he wants, good for him that he wasn’t afraid to do that.

I love the song! For you Entertainment, amazing. : )

Who else has ever  thought alone? I feel like that when I am at home. None of my family understands me. Especially not my mother. She gave me a horrible smirk when she said one day “you know, you ALWAYS think the opposite of what I think.”

She said it so blunt, and yet, she looked down on me for it.

It’s not my fault I don’t agree with anything she stands for. In fact, I have very little respect for her.Why? Because she has little respect for me.

My sister follows suit, and my brother, well, he is in the middle. As always.

I am the youngest in my family. Sister is the oldest, brother is in the middle. Sister is 7 years older, brother is 5 years older.

My plan: GO back down to Miami, party with my best friend who is down there. Move UP to New York City,  FAR AWAY from my family.Become a best selling author, and have “the adventure of a lifetime.”

Sure it seems far-fetched, but hey, a girl can dream can’t she? I would love to hear YOUR opinions on the matter. : )

The man of the hour

I was not a kid who enjoyed high school. Firmly entrenched in the nerd caste, too smart for the coursework but too lazy to push myself beyond it, I definitely spent those four years phoning it in and longing for freedom.

The big exception to all that was Period B in Grade 11 and 12: first American History, then World Politics with Mr. C. Brent Pavey. He was downright Napoleonic in his rule of the classroom, but I’ll be damned if he wasn’t the best teacher I’d ever had. Everyone from the aspiring Ivy Leaguers to the stoners in the back row was an equal; in fact, I think Pavey prided himself on being able to reach the kids who customarily didn’t give a shit about academics. To sit through a Pavey lecture was to witness a madman sharing his passion for history and making sure that his students knew how their world worked.

I’ll never forget his infamous mock Parliament scenario. I was the leader of the opposition in a minority government, staring down a Liberal coalition comprised mostly of the “cool kids.” By the time the scenario was over, three MPs had crossed the floor, the Whip had been tossed out for obscenity, and my coalition toppled the government on a vote of non-confidence. Pavey, who always called me “the bane of my existence,” looked at me in the aftermath and said “Brad, keep doing that for the rest of your life.”

Pavey’s classes were the highlights of a crappy time and a major influence on the man I am today. My parents hated his contrarian nature, but that only made me love him more. It’s great to see that he’s been honoured by the Governor-General  for his efforts. Keep up the good work, Pavey. Next stop, the Senate.

As vrea eu. Dar pana la urma avem libeeer! De maine avem o saptamana “vacanta”. :> Mi-am reprogramat programul (ce aiurea suna) de somn. Adica am de gand sa pierd o mare parte din zilele astea libere dormind. Ca de cand a inceput scoala nu dorm mai mult de 6 ore pe noapte. Si vineri am de gand sa pierd o zi in mall cu mama. Abia astept sa o sec de bani. :X:X:X

Si in saptamana asta libera nu ma las pana nu invat sa cant Wonderwall la chitara. Am gasit un ghid super misto si am de gand sa o invat. Deja mi-e mila de geamuri. Ca daca mai deschid si gura sa cant (ceea ce sigur se va intampla, nu rezist sa nu cant daca stiu versurile) se vor sparge.

These beautiful sisters accompanied their oldest sister on her senior portrait session, for moral support

and well because they wanted their picture taken too Aren’t they gorgeous? They truly enjoy one another

(I can attest to that!) and even Mom came along, it was a fun afternoon! And to make it even better

I get to photograph the whole family again this weekend (including their 4 brothers!!!)

The lady of the hour!

beyond drop dead gorgeous. possibly my favorite portrait of the year!

Der Montag entwickelt sich so langsam aber sicher zum Geschichtentag, es ist ja schließlich auch das Wochenende, bei dem zumeist zumindest hoffentlich etwas passiert ist, vorbei. Auch am heutigen Montag war wieder ein Wochenende vorbei, und mir ist wieder und zum ersten mal so richtig heftig aufgefallen: Mein Leben beziehungsweise mein Lebensumfeld ist allgemein, nüchtern, soziologisch betrachtet eine Standard-Highschool-Teenie-Komödie à la American Pie oder Eine wie Keine und Co…

Viele der bekannten Stereotypen lassen sich mit ein wenig Phantasie und Überspitzung durchaus wiedererkennen. Wir haben die Cheerleadergirlies, bald schon zerfressen von Quindus Kosmetika. Wir haben die Typen, die von Party zu Party ziehen, dabei immer auf der Suche nach der nächsten ins Beuteschema fallenden “natürlichen Schönheit”. Auch eben diese Beute ist immer wieder erkennbar. Mal eben mitgenommen vom Prädator, aber doch in den meisten Fällen nicht bemitleidenswert, da selbstverschuldet in dieser Situation. Immer wieder wird sich über den “idiotischen Typen” beklagt, um ihm am Ende doch wieder in die Arme zu fallen.

Wir sehen also klare Parallelen zur gängigen amerikanischen Teeniekomödie. Aber auch die Nebenrollen sind besetzt: “andere Typen” gibt es natürlich zuhauf und in allen Ausführungen: Zum einen diejenigen, die ihr Ding durchziehen, auf andere scheißen und dadurch unbehelligt bleiben. Zum anderen aber auch jene mit nicht sooo vielen Freunden, aber einer einzigen großen Leidenschaft. Hier ist oft auch ein Zurückziehen und Warten auf Interesse an der eigenen Person zu erkennen, sollte aufgrund Wegfallen der Leidenschaft oder anderer Probleme die Laune mal in den Keller gehen.

Außerdem gibt es noch den/die unauffällige/n Typen/Typin, der/die aber doch schon lange Zuneigung zu Person xy verspürt, dies aber entweder nicht zeigen kann oder, vom Misserfolg gezeichnet, resigniert. Dann hätten wir noch die eher esoterische, philosophische, aber auch leicht kauzige Fraktion sowie die stets aufgedrehten Everybody’s Darlings.

Und alle zusammen sind sie wochenends beim Alkoholkonsum anzutreffen, natürlich.

Ich möchte hier keinesfalls im großen Stile die Schubladen aufmachen, und natürlich gilt hier

“Die Handlung und alle handelnden Personen sind frei erfunden. Jegliche Ähnlichkeit mit lebenden oder realen Personen wären rein zufällig”

(nein, an dieser Stelle kein 500 Days Of Summer Witz), aber es sind doch wirklich Elemente dieser Standardcharaktere zu finden, zwar oft nur in Teilen oder gemischt, aber zu erkennen ist es meiner Meinung nach doch.

Schreit eigentlich nach einer Satire, Funghi, biste dabei?

Fehlt dann nur noch ein wenig passende Musik und wir sind tatsächlich im Film:

Sollte dieser Artikel ein wenig zu harsch geschrieben sein oder vielleicht komisch und unverständlich erscheinen, so entschuldige ich mich, bin eventuell in einem leicht ungewöhnlichen Zustand. und da mir mein Außenkorrespondent gerade die Nachricht sendet dass wir überziehen und es hier Gefahr laufe, so emotional zu werden wie sonst nur in anderen, jungen Bloggern, beantworte ich noch schnell die Frage nach dem Film-Stereotypen, dem ich entspreche: Ich weiß es nicht und vermag es auch nicht zu schätzen, wer was dazu meint darf es gerne äußern, ich fühl mich nur von Zeit zu Zeit wie in Dammit von Blink-182:

Marcoooo: Out.

Daca profa de romana m-ar vedea folosind pleonasme probabil as ramane repetenta pana in a12a. Dar de ce sa nu le folosim daca am invatat despre ele?

Revenim la noutati. Nu de mult m-am intors de la scoala. Am dat si prima teza, la info. haha ce gluma buna. A fost foarte… interesant la teza. Nu dau detalii, imi place sa va las curiosi. Mai am numai 3 teze. Abia astept (sa vina vacanta). Apropo de vacanta, cica ar fi trebuit sa avem liber (cel putin la mine la liceu) de miercuri pana saptamana viitoare si acum nu mai avem liber. Si eram atat de bine dispusa. S-au dus diminetile in care planuiam sa dorm mult.

Alte noutati? Nu prea. Stau si numar zilele, orele, minutele si secundele pana apare urmatorul film Harry Potter. Mi-am pus si un widget cu countdown pe desktop. =))

Happy Birthday to Me!
Today is my Birthday (November 23, 2009),
starting today, I’m already 13 years old.

~SeraphiPod

This is a video of our school with my friends.

(thanks to Sumin, Dongyeong, Anjin, Inhee, Hyejin, Jihyeon, Minji, Junghyun)

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Yeah well…love sucks )…sau asa mi se pare…cel putin acum…you see him,he sees you…you look at him..he turns his eyes :|…guys are weird ^^’..cateodata cred ca sunt mai timizi decat fetele.Si asta o spun pentru ca am fost martora de atatea ori…am ajuns la concluzia ca “guys are weird” dupa ce am cunoscut mai multe ‘personaje’ …defapt …corectez..guys care au sub 17,18 ani are weird…They act weird ^^.Incep sa ii dau dreptate fostului meu profesor de geografie care vorbea cu baietii din clasa si le zicea ceva de genu “Bai..apucati-va si fiti mai atent si invatati sa va purtati..ca oricum fetele vor fi mereu mai mature decat voi”..imi aduc aminte si acum eram cand am observat ca se poate purta o discutie normala si cu un baiat =)) .Eram like…”woah…oke..you = weird..unde sunt comentariile rautacioase si aluziile sexuale and stuff? :-/ ” …Da.Cu un baiat de peste 17 ani se poate purta o discutie care nu trebuie sa duca la sex,topless,masini sau alte chestii .Bine.Mai exista si exceptii.Rare,dar exista.Cazuri in care un baiat de 15,16 ani chiar poate sa se concentreze si la altceva .Ma rog …cel putin asa vad eu,acum,la 15 ani.Nu stiu si nici nu prea ma intereseaza deocamdata cum voi vedea mai incolo la 17,18 ani.Poate ca o sa vad lucrurile altfel… =)) cine stie..poate chiar devin pedofila..I will like little boys O_O”" (even the thought sounds weird)..dar pana atunci,asta e parerea mea.Oh..and..postul acesta nu este unul contra baietilor.Trust me=))..I promise ;;).. :-” … Ok so I MAY be a little annoyed at this time )…so ..no hard feelings …oricum e 12 noaptea si gandesc aiurea :-”

Dacă nu vă amintiţi prima ediţie “Amintiri la o cafea”, anul trecut…atunci click aici!

Acum, intră în scenă…afişul:

Expoziţia artistică şi neartistică:

* Extra Flavors *

Cupcakes

Muffins

Biscuiţi

Steluţe cu vişine

Fel de fel de prăjituri cremoase

Melodiile copilăriei noastre

Cărţile de poveşti, abecedarele şi caietele noastre de pici

În rest, mă puteţi prinde la următoarele activităţi:

Pe 25 noiembrie la sala 111, ora 12:oo

• Sesiune de comunicări (filosofie) - “Implică sentimentul religios credinţa într-o fiinţă divină?” (cu probleme de dezbătut)
• Atelier creaţie: „Compania elev“ – “Hippie Cheese Accessories – O mică afacere” (cu un filmuleţ de prezentare, cărţi de vizită şi expoziţie de cercei) – alături de super-asistenta mea Diana

Pe 26 noiembrie la sala 121, ora 11:oo

• CNPR la 140 de ani – “Între comunism şi democraţie – Interviu cu părinţii.” (cu întâmplări comice de-ale părinţilor, în liceu) – alături de super-revoluţionara Diana

Programul tuturor activităţilor care se desfăşoară în liceu îl puteţi găsi şi downloada aici .

Vă aşteptăm cu multă plăcere!

Heute gibt’s einen Link-Tipp für alle Fans des Ringersports. Zahlreiche Videos von High School Wrestling-Kämpfen gibt es in folgender Sammlung zu sehen: hier klicken.

Allen Besucherinnen und Besuchern des Blogs wünsche ich bereits heute ein schönes Herbst-Wochenende. Bis Montag!

It’s my friend Laine’s birthday today. Two years ago, nineteen of age, barely out of college, she was taken away by a freak car accident. Everyone we knew came into shock. Accidents have that kind of effect on people, as we all know. Her mother was bawling her eyes out, her friends were crying their pains unto the heavens and as if like magic, the world stopped turning to mourn for her.

When I went to school that day when they were saying their final goodbyes to her, I almost tear up inside the car with strangers. “What if one of my family died instead?”. “What if I was the one inside that casket?”.

I honestly envied her wake that week. Her friends flowed like turning over a jar full of pebbles, unstoppable and continuous. People were saying “what a waste” her death had been. You know what I think? She was taken away because her purpose has been already fulfilled. She lived a full life. She was kind, fun, funny, lovable and loving. WASTE? Where????

Because of her my friends and I became closer. We meet up more frequently post her farewell.You are still SO loved. Never has a reunion happened without speaking of you.

I’d say thank you, but you already know that.

Sometimes when you just want to curl up in a ball and die, dealing with life and things isn’t the best idea.

Amiability isn’t my best .. I don’t know. When I get pissed off, I’ll boil under the surface for a really long time. I’m not a forgive and forget type person, as much as I try to be.

ugh I can’t write this now. I’m too scrambled brained and unhappy and so not in a good mood and half contemplating typing up what I wrote in my book but that would probably be bad… where are the REAL painkillers? where are the things that take away the actual pain? Headaches are nothing compared to this.

could you please just…. I don’t know. I don’t know what you want from me, what I want from you – I’m just pissed off. I want us to get along. I want us to be happy. I want us to chill. I want to see my friends smile. I want to laugh with them and that doesn’t happen when we’re all pissed off and ready to bitch things out because… well, because.

god-fucking-damn. I’m glad you’re happy and prance-y and yeah, we’re pissed. Mostly because it felt like an upfront lie. flipping hell. I used to love you girls – to be honest, I still do. I miss the days when I actually talked to some of y’all, but people grow apart and have lives and whatnot. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I stayed. Or if I had left and caused my own bit of drama.

I s’pose this really has nothing to do with me, and in the end – I have no right to be mad, except for the fact that I feel bad. It pisses me off that at one point, you called others out for doing the same thing you did. Team loyalty knows no bounds, but … eh. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the unsorted puff in me.

Or maybe I’m just too tired and seeing the team I had high hopes for fall apart is more depressing than the seven-tuple assignments I have due in the coming week.

It feels like too long ago that I last knew you; everything feels so tainted now. The tiger used to be pure orange, and now it has black stripes.

sorry for the incoherency.

Nu va scapati de mine. Sa zicem ca ma simt acceptabil fata de felul in care ma simteam acum cateva zile. De maine ma intorc la scoala ca am fost scutita doar pana azi si maine, ca un cadou de bun venit inapoi in inchisoare, incepem prima ora cu un test la geografie. Minunat, nu? Dar poate reusim sa il mai fraierim cumva pe prof sa nu dam test; testul asta l-am amanat doar o saptamana, trebuie mai mult. =))

Mai devreme (defapt au trecut cateva ore) vorbeam cu mama despre New Moon, stiti voi, filmul ala dupa care sunt toti asa de disperati, si i-am zis sa rezerve locuri la cinema de acum ca poate nu o sa mai fie. Dupa vreo 7 apeluri (am si numarat de cate ori am sunat :> ) a raspuns una. Stiati ca 7 e cifra mea norocoasa si preferata?

Dar revenim. Dupa 7 apeluri in care tot raspundea robotul si canta o melodie idioata s-a hotarat una sa raspunda. Si am auzit conversatia ca difuzorul era pornit, ne-am saturat sa il tot tinem la ureche pe rand (eu si mama) si l-am lasat pe pat sa sune cu difuzorul pornit. Si aveam dreptate, daca sunam mai tarziu, probabil nu mai gaseam locuri. A spus aia ca mai are locuri pe randul 1 si 2 si cand a zis mama ca vrea 2 bilete a zis ca numai pe randul 2 are 2 locuri.

Se pare ca unii sunt chiar mai disperati de cat credeam. Doar mai sunt 10 zile pana la film si deja e sala plina. Si parca vad ca o sa fie in sala aia mare (ca la mall unde merg eu sunt mai multe sali).

Wish me luck maine daca dau test la geogra.

I really liked this poem by my sister. She is still in Highschool and she wrote about her experience in changing schools.

Enjoy,

Salah Issa

Poem

In this little prose, I’d like to divulge this secret,

At the near end of 8th grade I was rather docile,

and did not participate in much banter,

I suffered from being overly gauche,

and endured daily ignominy,

Those around me tended to act jaundiced towards me,

So I begged till I cried to go to my old school,

The result I found there did not please me,

They always tried to abet me to do the things I hated,

and if I didn’t comply to their requests their treatment of disrespect,

was worse than being castigated by my mother,

They encouraged, and convinced each other that having some libations,

was just natural and expected,

Their dogmatic ways often made me feel quite extraneous,

They acted like they were very open-minded,

because the people in the school were so motley,

I knew what I had to do, I knew this was not where I belonged,

I knew if I stayed I would become emaciated and I’d just be one of them,

And I was already changing, my gregarious ways became rather insipid,

All my experiences and all my memories from those two years will stay with me,

Those two years have gifted me with the courage to walk down the halls of any school,

They have gifted me with the ability of making true and great friends,

Lastly, they have gifted me with the ability to understanding others and why they do things they do

It was my birthday yesterday. Few of my friends came over to eat all the remaining food my brother prepared for his daughter’s christening. Such a kind move for you big brother!

So anyway, Micah was the first one to come. Then we went to 711 to buy a pack of ice for the drinks. Being the cool person that I am, I asked Jenny to buy our alcohol for the night. She obliged. Yay for her! Savings for me!

Eventually my guests grew in number. My celebration may not seem like a party to anyone but I just like hanging out with my friends. I am glad because all of the people  I want to be there went despite some minor glitches. (Kerlyn one of my good friends, had a fight with her mom, leaving her penniless. I told her Micah and I would pay for her fare. And no, I am not even asking for payment. I love her like that. )

Then Rissa, my old foul-mouthed friend, went too! And Micah, Bvin, Lenel, Sheila, Jamaima, Brenda, Martin, Aji, Jenny, Golda, Tyrone and Carlo.. I sure hope I didn’t forget anyone.

Jenny, Carlo, and Rissa stayed a few hours more. Apparently they weren’t that drunk  yet. We talked about things.. and somehow we talked about me.

I bluntly asked Carlo: Hindi nga, tangna, magkamukha ba kami ni Rissa?

Hindi no! Ang layo! No offense Rissa. . . .

And made me actually very glad. Wahahaha.. After that we talked about things.

They told me I was actually being innocent. I told them I was being mature. Hearing how awful that sounded, I settled for I just think a lot.

We think differently and thus, making our understanding of the world we are living in disparate. We may all seem  easy going on the surface, but I just can’t find my inner Rissa, or Carlo, or Jenny or anyone else for that matter.