I'm Still Alive! Are You?

T-Shirt Slogan: I survived the Great un-Disaster of 2012

Is everyone still here? All assembled? Good

So what did you all think? Too much ado for nothing, eh?

Was there any changes? Did you wake up to find that your world was upside down? Did gravity disappear? Did you grow 2 extra eyes, an extra nose, and 14 more toes?

Personally, I hope something would happen. Specifically, I hope I got smarter. Some extra good-quality brain cells might be just what I need for the next important part of my life.

I never believed the 2012 stuff. Mostly because I didn't think anyone would be lucky enough. I mean, I graduate High School by mid 2013, so if the world ended at the end of 2012, that would spare my finding out that I failed all of my last exams and was declined from all possible universities and will have to live the rest of my life in a box.

Quite frankly, I don't think anyone is lucky enough to skip that part of life!

Still, it was pretty interesting, don't you think?

And the irony of this is, this message is a scheduled post. I actually wrote this 2 years ago. If something actually did happen, then the only people left to see this would be aliens!

Are YOU an alien?

If you are, I leave you my last 3/4 of a pack of gum. My most prized possession! Take good care of it, and I'll leave it to you to make new favors, so make me Proud!

Today's Surroundings: Oxygen

Today's Object: Jars

Today's Feelings: Dull Gray

Whats that? They timed it wrong? It was actually supposed to be December 27th 2012?

Oh dear, here we go again...

Squirrels On Syrup

One of the benefits in keeping a blog (excluding the obvious ones; laughing at old styles of writing, reminiscing over the days when one's digital camera still took good pictures, practicing subtle advertising, etc etc), is the immense pleasure when one becomes abruptly aware of one's ownership to a blog, and comes back just in time to dust off before one's 3rd year Anniversary.

This is a pretty good representation
of me. The computer doesn't let me
sleep at all....

I never figured out how to correctly use the term "one's" in writing.

No fear, my English teacher is here (well, no, she's at school) and she's pretty awesome.

I might learn it yet.

But today's post is not about the awesomeness of a certain Ms.EnglishTeacher. Neither is it about the immense pleasure in typing something semi-coherent after countless months of Googling short keywords. No no no.

Today's post, is a story. [cue the dawwwww]

An Anniversary of Magic

Ahh, it's that time of the year again.

I think –– and my readers will probably agree with me when I say this –– that I'm not really the type to write sentimental thank-you notes on my blog. There are three main reasons for this, and they are as follows:

One, I'm a teenager, and teenagers behind computers don't thank, we just take.

Two, I've been told many times that blog readers hate reading sentimental thank-yous, and

Three, I can never figure out exactly how to word it.

With my competencies aside, however, there is a forth, and fundamental, reason to it all: If I began, I'll never be able to finish. I owe my life, who I am today, who I will become tomorrow, to many, many people. Those who have met me, those who I have met. Those who have shared with me a mere fraction of their lifetime, in a fleeting glance as we cross paths on the street. Those who have given me their touch, their warmth, their voice.

If I had a penny for every person who I needed to thank, I would be rich, if only I could manage to thank them all.

I've decided to collect some of those pennies today.

Yet, a mere word of thanks is not enough.

Instead, let me tell you a story.

No, I'm Not Dead ... Unfortunately

Just here for some quick updates.

I know I don't blog about myself often, and I'm not planning to make this a regular thing in the future, but I just thought I'll pop in to give everyone an update.

I have (somewhat successfully) lived through my bout with cold, so it's alright, I'm still here. 

Did you miss me? Probably not...

Anyways.

The reason why I haven't be blogging lately (this bit is real) is because I feel completely un-inspiration-ized (is that a word?). You know the usual: School's out for summer, no one's teaching me anything, brain begins to rot. The good news is, school is starting soon, so I should be able to churn out some new stuff in the near future.

It's an important book.
The only problem is,
will you ever finish reading it?

However, just because I haven't been writing here doesn't mean I haven't be writing. I'm currently working on what is (hopefully) a book. Not the awesome kind, but the kind you do for fun. Chapter One came out today, and I'd love to be given the opportunity to push y'all into reading it.

Here's the thing about writing: If you're not constantly being criticized, you're not going to learn. If you're always given praises (not that I don't like them!) my head is going to get full of myself, until I eventually explode. So, I would love for all of you, fellow bloggers or lurking readers, to grab that whip and attack me with criticism. I'm in dire need of some of those. After all, it's the internet, you can do what you want. I don't know who you are, so I can't get you into trouble.

...Or can I?

Just kidding. But yes, definitely do feel free to attack with criticism. I really am in need of them.

Yellow Bricks.
Hard to come by...

Follow this LINK to the Yellow Brick Road, and then just keep going from there.

Thanks!

PS: One last thing. If you've read the chapter and would like to leave a message from there, just highlight some words and click the comment button on the top. Write the word "Mudkips" into the message so I'll know you came from this blog!

Innocence. Is it Actually Possible?

Dear God, I changed my mind. Thanks anyways though. Amen

 So the other day, I was feeling up for a bit of purity, so I decided to put pencil to paper (which is extremely unusual nowadays, I mean, who writes anymore?) and penned a letter to a particular higher-up. My writing went something like this:

Dear Heavenly Father, or GOD, or Allah, or whatever you're going by nowadays...

Oh dear...well, this isn't going too well.

Let's try again:

To Whom it May Concern.

Dear Mr Whom,

I have a confession to make. I hope you will listen to this and clean out my conscience for me, since a normal, soapy bath didn't seem to work.

You see, starting last week, I went on a serial-killing spree. I would wake up and think only about killing. I couldn't get the evil thought out of my mind. When I was brushing my teeth, I killed. As I was eating breakfast (milk and cookies, the dunking kept causing the cookie to break, so I ended up with cookie porridge in milk - oh, don't laugh, I'm sure you've done it too), I killed. When I was in the loo, I killed (sorry, was that too much information?). The thing was, I couldn't stop, and I realized I enjoyed killing.

So now, about a hundred dozen later, I decided to turn to you for help.

Dearest Mr. Whom. What should I do?

Signed: I Can't stop Killing.

Life Complications ~ Part 23