Brave! (Le Movie!)

XD So I just came back from the cinema in Greenbelt (can you believe they're like, seven malls connected to make one Goliath supermall? :O) and we watched the movie Brave.

from freeismylife.com! WOOHOO

Yeah, this is gonna be a lame movie review ^3^

I'm pretty sure most of you have already seen the movie, but I'm gonna go on and make you bored :>

Believe it or not, Brave is pretty much a mother-daughter kind movie ._. the trailer didn't warn you about it, did it? T_T

There's this princess named Merida whose mom, Queen Elinor, keeps on bossing her around and making her act like a princess. You know what that means, guys. It means Merida has to be perfect, and ladylike, and beautiful, and must never touch a weapon. (And you girls thought being a princess was a good thing T.T)

Obviously, Merida doesn't WANT to be a princess. It's boring, and terrible, especially when she found out that suitors from le three other tribes of the kingdom are competing for her hand in marriage.

She runs away and meets the witch (a-hem, WOODCARVER :D) in the forest, and Merida requests a spell to change her fate and Queen Elinor. Sooo the witch gives her a magic cake, which Merida gives to her mommeh.

GUESS WHAT? Queen Elinor turned into a bear :3

Basically this is one of those boring, "gotta go undo the spell before the second sunrise or else mah mom's gonna be a bear forever D:" plots. Yeeeaaaah...Merida's dad hates bears. A bear took his leg :D so you can guess what would happen.

NOW FOR MY THOUGHTS :D

First of all, Merida doesn't fall in love. So that automatically makes her the best Disney princess so far \m/ I almost hate it when those Disney people make it seem like the destiny of every princess is to fall in love at the age of 16 and marry in a couple days T_T

Second, they make Scotland come alive with their caber toss and bag pipes and accent and kilts (aka man skirts!).

And this film is basically awesome. I don't watch a lot of movies (in cinemas, anyway >.>) and I'm pretty picky, but this is really good!

Uh...I'm done now. >3< Peace out.

Party Animals D:

You know, you MUST be wondering why I'm posting at midnight. Well, I'll tell you.

I usually go to bed 2 in the morning now (guilty, guilty -.-), but there's one thing keeping me up in particular: party animals.

One of our neighbors is holding a party and there's loud club music everywhere and people screaming and going "WOOOO~ AW YEEEAAAH!" like me when I get the high score on Nyan Cat Fever, singing karaoke (these people...can't sing. And I was being polite there! :3), AND DISTURBING kidZ D:

And oh yeah, THEY DON'T SEEM TO MIND THAT IT'S FLIPPING MIDNIGHT.

You're free to call me a killjoy or a buzzkill or...or...or whatever I'd call Morgan Quartzeffer (lol, she's a character in one of my stories. Move on). But I personally think that any party that ends later than 11:30pm probably sucks.

They're so noisy I just want to go upstairs, open the window, throw a chair out and scream, "YO! YOU PARTY ANIMALS! YEAH YOU! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE SO CAN YOU LIKE 

LOWER YOUR FLIPPING VOLUUUME? 

you sound like Joridge when he's drunk on Coke >:I"

I normally don't mind loud music and screaming and stuff--'cause I, like, listen to music on my iPhone on full volume and my voice is so loud that it can LITERALLY be heard three houses away--and I have nothing against parties, but seriously.

My brothers  I MEAN I need all the beauty sleep I can get >:I

When I'm older (and still a kid, FOREVER! :O), when I go to parties, I'm probably gonna listen to hacking awesome loud songs at eight in the evening, scream only because I totally just beat Kuya in Nyan Cat Fever, and totally not disturb future kidZs.

I mean, I don't want a homeschooled, totally talented and totally insane blogger girl to open her window, throw a chair at me and scream, "YO! YOU PARTY ANIMALS! YEAH YOU! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE SO CAN YOU LIKE 

LOWER YOUR FLIPPING VOLUUUME? 

you sound like Mandarin when she's drunk on Gatorade >:I"

And since I have perfect respect for such people, I'll oblige.

Peace out.

kidZ's Cheesy Bro Story

I told you I like making a series out of my old posts :D

So anyway, today I'd like to talk to you guys about my brothers! (A bunch of carpenters are tearing the roof off my house and I ran out of topics sooo...) I know, there's nothing new about a girl being smack in the middle of two boys, but my bros are preeeeetty unusual. And that's what matters.

SIBLINGS PORTRAIT:

Creeper gonna creep \m/ credit to MEEEE for the photo. took me four hours to make it :I

I drew us in our signature outfits :coolface: so the one in the weird creeper outfit is my older bro, Jorem, and the one with his tiny hand in MY tiny hand is my little bro, Joridge (D: I FORGOT HIS BLUSHIES NUUUU).

So first I'll start with my older bro whom I call KUYA :D.

He's exactly 10 months and 26 days older than me, and he's been mah buddy all my life. LOL, the reason I keep using the word "older" is because I'm taller than him :3

Kuya's probably the model of an average big brother: annoying, but pretty awesome as far as brothers go. But he's totally weeeeeird. He's obsessed with Minecraft...and cats, particularly Nyan Cat. Unlike me, he's not much of a people person, but make him the leader of a zerg rush invasion, and you'll think he has a thousand friends the way he talks to his comrades.

We have this secret language that we usually use at the dinner table. Some are:

• Rolling eyes - "Ugh, stop fighting"
• Tapping twice - "Please stop"
• Squinting - "What the huh?"
• Pointing to the kitchen door - "Let's go"

And I also think we're the only people who can say "Meow" after a lecture and not take it as an insult.

Me: "Kuya, would you please, PLEASE flush the toilet whenever you go number two? I mean it TOTALLY STINKS and I've taken it UP TO HERE with your pig-man-dirty-thing-ness. If you don't, you're really gonna get it >:I"

Kuya: "Meow."

Me: "GOOD. YOU UNDERSTAND ME >:O"

I remember one time, when my mom was still working, and I was around four or five. Our grandparents left the house, so Kuya and I basically were home alone with our yaya (maid, nanny, housekeeper, etc. etc.).

We were lying down, pretending to be asleep...and when our grandma shut the door, we both sat up and said "I can't sleep T ^ T."

We ended up talking ALL NIGHT.

As if that was not enough, at around eight in the morning, our yaya told us that our mom had come home with a bag of Ricoa Flat Tops chocolates and went to the market with our grandparents. Breakfast was not cooked yet, so I took two of the chocolates and brought it to our room.

The chocolate tasted so good D: Kuya had me running back and forth to get some more, until I just decided to bring the entire bag to our bedroom.

We finished the entire bag of Flat Tops, got a scolding, and since we were too full to eat the toast and ham, that meant we just had chocolate for breakfast :3

Basically, it was just me, Kuya, and our stuffed toys for a looooong time.

That is, until one night, my mom told me that we had a new baby sibling! Hoorahz!

My bro bet that it was gonna be a boy; I obviously bet it was gonna be a girl, because I always wanted a sissyfoo. We agreed that the baby's name shall be Joridge Renaldy if it ended up being a boy, and if it was a girl, she'll be Daizen Tria. (My mom loves unique names XD)

Obviously I lost the 20 pesos I bet >.<

Joridge is like the cutest four-year-old in the history of the cutest four-year-olds D: when he grins his evil little grin, I just wanna give him a big bear hug and NEVER LET GOOO (i o i). But he's super, duper, duper, ANNOYING D:

First of all, if you tell him to NOT do something (e.g. "Do NOT change the channel >:O") he does exactly that T_T. Second, no matter HOW many times you scold him or shout at him or noogie him or steal his little cellphone toy from him, he will not listen. Third, he has more energy than a nuclear plant D:<. Fourth, he can move really fast--we almost thought he pickpocketed a bottle full of milk in the mall. (It turned out to be HIS bottle of milk XD)

But as far as four-year-olds go, he's one of the coolest. He can't read anything, but he can recognize logos and knows more about computers than I do. He'll go "Ate, Ate, look at netbook! It'sh Windows XP! Smart Buddy! I, I got Samsung Galaxy Y!"

And I'm like "whuuuut? o.o"

And he learns real quick. I mean, I've already told you I take some Japanese lessons, and he came into the room just in time for the techno lady voice thing to go "Wa doko desu ka?" and he left. Half a week later, when my mom was giving him a bath, he yelled out, "MAMA, WA DOKO DESU KA?"

T_T Are my brothers cool or what?

*Another makeshift jump break :P*

There's one thing tho: THOSE TWO HAVE NO BROMANCE WHATSOEVER.

They love fighting and wrestling with each other. (This is why Joridge has the most macho toddler arms and roughest toddler feet I've ever seen in ever ._.) I tend to be their peacemaker/referee/Mom Number Two.

Srsly. When they fight...They. Turn. Into. MANIACS :O

I heart them both anyway. -3-

from thatsnerdalicious.com

Peace out :>

Nursery Rhymes...TRAUMATIZE CHILDREN >:O

You know what? I SUCK at blogging because all my topics are totally random and somewhat boring >.> That is why I only have a hundred and eighty pageviews! :D

So I'm going to complain (AGAIN) about nursery rhymes. It's funny that I actually found them entertaining once in my life, because some are totally lame and even violent. (It's just like Dora the Explorer D:!)

Don't believe me? Well, leave it to ME to weirdify the totally normal things in your life in one of the longest blog posts I've ever written. (You're welcome.)

1. Jack and Jill went up a hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Lalalalalalala,
Lalalalalala!
Lalalalalalala,
And Jill came tumbling after!

T_T Seriously. What kind of message are you teaching children?

These two kids go up a hill to get a pail of water. Can someone really survive with a pail of water? I mean that's just enough for their baths. "Lalalala I'm gonna get my bathwater and totally risk my life so I can smell clean lalalala"

And then Jack just FELL and broke his crown. So I'm guessing that either means three things, which are all bad:

           a) Jack is a prince. And he fell DOWN. What happens to their little kingdom now, huh? ._.
           b) The top of your head is called your "crown." T_T Serious skull fracture, people.
           c) It's one of those little plastic crown things that you get cheap at Toys R Us. :( You know how HARD it is to buy a toy with your allowance? And then you just BREAK it the day after? D:

Jill then falls and joins Jack. And then the one who made this rhyme had the nerve to add "LALALALALA" as if them becoming hospitalized and needing a brain implant and all these staples on their skull is a GOOD thing? :O

2. Rock-a-bye baby
On the treetop
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
Down came baby
Cradle, and all

Seriously. Anyone who can read can understand why this rhyme is subconsciously brainwashing children to like violence, but I'll go on anyway.

WHO PUTS A CRADLE WITH A BABY ON A TREE?

I mean, SERIOUSLY! Don't you care at all that your child WILL FALL OFF the tree and could be seriously injured?! >:O Nuff said.

3. Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes! Ashes!"
We all fall down

Uh this is seemingly harmless, right? :)

Wrong.

This song was written about a British plague (le bubonic plague, aka the BLACK DEATH D:<) and I'll tell you about the dark, dark meaning of this song.

"Ring around the rosy" is about their disgusting rash, which was rosy red and shaped like a ring. "A pocketful of posies" was about the time when people carried fragrant herbs called posies in their pockets, because they believed the Black Death was caused by revolting smells. (If we lived at that time, that probably meant your brother's feet caused this entire thing :3.) "Ashes, ashes!" refers to the CREMATION OF THEM DEAD BODIES. "We all fall down" is pretty obvious, y'know.

Never, EVER sing this to your future children. Especially if you're British. -.-

4. (Uh this will be long)

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine..

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.

>:I You know what, I can't even begin talking about what's wrong with this song. First of all, it has too many complicated words D:

Second, so WHAT if you can't swim? Throw her a lifesaver! Row out with a boat! CALL 911! You're just gonna flipping leave her to DIIIIIE?!

And, what, you just KISS HER SISTER AND FORGET ABOUT HER?!

"Clementine! Clementine! I can't live without you! I miss you so much! I'm probably gonna spend the rest of my life sulking, watching golf tournaments in my underwear and ignoring my parents' pleas for me to suck it up and get a job! CLEMENTINE NUUUUUUU--" *her sister walks by* "Uh, who's Clementine? I just saw me a hot chick! :D"

T_T This song ruins people.

5. Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockleshells

And pretty maidens all in a row

Another harmless song, huh? :D

WRONG.

This song was written about Queen Mary Tudor (aka BLOODY MARY >:O) and her lovely, lovely days executing people. The garden is the GRAVEYARD, the silver bells and cockleshells are her INSTRUMENTS OF TORTURE, and the maidens are the GUILLOTINES (the first guillotine was nicknamed "The Maiden").

Nursery rhymers are SO good at encrypting their songs. -.- 

*This is a makeshift jump break! :D!*

You know, I think everything that I said here can be summarized into this neat little video.

Yes, make Chuck Norris cry :>

Well, that's it for the day. This post has been a draft for three days D:

kidZ, peace out! ;D

13 Sites? What the WHAT? :O

Such a weird post title :3 ANYWAY, in my last post, I've just discovered that by using le jump break feature, you people have to be FORCED to read the post instead of just checking it out on the homepage. That would mean I'll get a few more pageviews, and since I'm desperate for more pageviews...

JUMP BREAK FTW 

Words I Dislike! YAY! :3

XD My blog posts are getting more and more boring now. What exactly did you expect from reading a blog of a homeschooled girl whose only companions are her huggy pillow and the vast world of the Internet? Excitement? >.> lol

ANYWAY, I was talking about words I dislike. Yeah. LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT!

I'm actually guilty of using some of them a lot ._. when you're a writer, it pretty much doesn't matter if you like the word or not, as long as your readers can understand your works. But still, there's something about these words that bothers me like an annoying brother. (And believe me, I have two of those :3) I just thought you'd like to know about them, that's all.

And you expected excitement from this blog XD

• Top of the List: Curse Words

T_T You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to know why I don't like these words. They suck more than a baby and his beloved lollipop.

I mean, so what if I have this weird habit to use a habit word.

Habit Word (hah-biht werd)

-a word that kidZ uses when she is stressed, surprised, or extremely happy; or

-a replacement for a curse word

:P You know, like those days that I stub my toe on the door and shout "CUD!" Ooooor I watch an episode of Natsu and Lucy stuck in a cave (NaLu supporter FOREVER) and I'll go "OhmyglobohmyglobohmyGLOOOOB!! D:"

Yeah. That's okay. Because the word "cud" means a grass that a cow eats...I think ._. And the word "glob" means a smush of somethingness. They're technically harmless.

Curse words are a different story, in my opinion. They're shouting out hurtful words. Calling someone a female dog hurts. A lot. (Especially if the one you're talking to is a boy and has no trace of canine i ^ i)

• Husky

I've read a bunch of romance novels--don't read them by the way, guys, and I'll explain in a later post--and in every single one of them, they have the word "husky" in it.

What's husky, you ask? It means hoarse. No not horse. Hoarse. (There's a huge difference, y'know.)

That will be sorta okay and all--if they didn't use it to describe the voice of EVERY SINGLE DUDE THAT THE GIRL HAPPENS TO FALL IN LOVE WITH. >:|

First of all, that has got to be extremely cheesy and overly macho to use the word "husky" to describe a guy's voice and make it sound all romantic. I mean, if a guy's voice is husky--and I'm reminding you that this means hoarse--I'd imagine the conversation to be like this:

"What...do you feel about me?" Kylie whispered, looking into Victor's warm brown eyes.

"You know what I feel about you?" he answered, his voice suddenly husky, "I feel there's nobody more special in the world than the girl right in front of me."

"There's something wrong with your voice ._."

"What?"

"Your voice. It's so rough."

"There's nothing wrong with my voice. It's just a little husky, is all."

"Dude. It sounds like you're rubbing an iPod on sandpaper!"

"WOMAN I WAS TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC D:<"

"WELL STOP BEING ROMANTIC, GET YOURSELF A GLASS OF WATER, AND FIX YOUR CREEPY VOICE."

:3 If anyone found a romance novel with that conversation, recommend it to me, and I'll read it in a heartbeat. XD But seriously. Has ANYONE noticed that I sorta have a half-true, messed-up point?

I'll only find "husky" okay to describe a guy's perfume. Oh yeah and for this dog, le Siberian Husky!:

OH MY GLOB THAT'S AN ALASKAN MALAMUTE. POSER. >:O XD lol jk. Credit to eigen werk :3

If I see this word describing a woman's perfume, I'm gonna tear the review off the paper, make the Alaskan Malamute pee all over it, and turn it to a lovely fertilizer. :D

• Yummy

Whenever I hear the word "yummy," the first image that pops into my mind is a duck covered with all this feathery, bouncing blubber. You probably don't see that everytime you eat a yummy cake or drink yummy yogurt shakes, but that's what I see, which is why I almost never use this word in my stories. And that's what matters.

Thanks to me, that's probably gonna be the first image you see everytime your mom tells you try out Gramma's "yummy" casserole!

Just because your mother used the wrong adjective, would you really want to see a duck with a weight problem everytime you eat that casserole? T_T

• Macabre

You know the meaning of macabre? Death, horror, gore, your grandma naked, gruesome...you get the point!

Strangely enough, that isn't what I see when I hear "macabre." Wanna know what I see?

Macaroons, maracas, macaroni, McDonald's, and Master Makarov from Fairy Tail. :> (Which is why syllables always matter in words. >.<)

• Affection

Affection. The cheesy word for sweetness and love, and hugs and kisses. Fish and chips, and all that.

Now, you can always count on me to turn seemingly normal words into a weird and confusing image. That happens to be my job in the world :D

Whenever I hear "affection," I see a girl patting a guy on the head while offering him these pastries covered in sugar and wrapped with a cute, pink little ribbon.

Imagine what happens to the poor guy every time you say "affection."

Affection.

"Aw, thanks, Carly! *grins, takes pastries*

Affection.

"*pat, pats* Um, thanks, I guess! *takes more pastries*"

Affection.

"You're really creeping me out now D:"

Affection.

"Stop patting me."

Affection.

"I'm getting so full...and my hair is so oily."

Affection.

"...SKREEEEE!!!! DDD:"

You see that? Affection traumatizes children. >:( XD lol no.

Last Song Syndrome: VOCALOIDS!

I love making a series out of old posts XD

So I'm guessing some of you don't exactly know what a vocaloid is. Well, they're basically these singing robot programs made in Japan. And, uh, they're just awesome. Enough said!

Time for some of mah faves.

Okotowari Shi Masu (I Refuse) by Miku Hatsune

♪Okotowari shi masu~ Okotowari shi masu, DANKO!~♪  *sigh* I love this song. The totally awesome Miku Hatsune (if you wantiez the Japanese way, where the last name comes first, then she's more popularly called Hatsune Miku) singing about not liking daily, boring life. :>

Road-Roller by the Kagamine Twins

Rin and Len are gonna BEAT YOU UP with this song XD

Ate Jewie. Looksies. It ish Len Kagamine >:D. (He ain't Loki but that doesn;t matter XD)

Gocha Gocha Uruse! (Stop Nagging Me!) by Neru Akita

Don't you wish you can sing this out loud...

WELL YOU CAN! :D Unless someone in your family is an expert at Japanese (OR has seen the video before), you can vent your stress out with this songzles. It's basically just one sentence again and again, anyway XD

Mom: Have you done your homework? -.-
You: GOCHA GOCHA URUSE MOM D:<
Mom: ...whut? o.o
You: Oh nothing :3

Triple Baka by Miku ft. Teto and Neru

WHY CAN'T I DRAW LIKE THAT? WHY? WHYYYYY?! D:

XD Well anyway, awesome, catchy song. 

( ＾ω＾)Oh, oh, oh, oh,(＾ω＾ )( ＾ω＾)Ohh, ohー, ohー,(＾ω＾ )

Peace out, peoplez  ^_^

Why You Should Write! :D

:I I haven't written in a while...well, my excuse  reason, as always, is that I don't have anymore time to keep up with this blog. (You now see the reason why I've abandoned it for three or four years -3-)

Well, basically, I'm just here to re-revive Kid Fort.

SO WE SHALL NOW TALK ABOUT WRITING! :D!

Now I know what most of you are thinking. "You're REALLY gonna talk about writing nao, kidZ? D:"

from the Glee Wikia! WOOO~ i dun own that gif :3

I don't get why reading and writing is so boring for most people. It's like...like...TV in your head! Yeah. TV. :D And the good thing about writing, on the other hand, is it's like directing your own TV show.

Mmkay, I have a feeling that most of you aren't convinced that reading and writing is fun, soooo I'll just give you a few reasons why you should write.

You seem to transform.

Yes, you can transform when you write. You can be a different person everytime, AND most people wouldn't think it was you. Don't believe me? Check this out:

I died today. It didn't come to me as a surprise at all, though. I expected it the moment I saw thee trucks bright headlights flashing at my face.

I looked on as my mom clutched my cold, lifeless body in her arms, weeping. She didn't seem to care getting all that blood over her sweater and jeans. Her child was dead, and that was all that mattered. I almost felt a twinge of regret when I noticed that my mother--the intimidating, fearless, and cruel woman I called Mom--actually cared about me.

:3 You see that? I, the fun-loving, quirky, and careless kidZ just wrote a dark, dreary, and totally professional (in my not-so-humble opinion) story. I just transformed in your very eyes :D BOOYAH

You can disguise your complaints about life.

Big brother annoying you? You annoyed that your favorite animal, le elephant, is going extinct and nobody is doing anything about it? Well, NEVER FEAR, my friend. You can craftily sneak in all your frustrations in a great story.

Let's say you're writing about how boring your dad is. He happens to walk by and read your story...

"Hon, what do you mean I'm such a buzzkill? YOU DON'T LOVE ME?! D:"

"No Dad, I'm writing a story about a girl who finds out she's a mermaid, falls in love with a merman, and must choose between being a human (which means being a homecoming queen) or being mermaid (which means being a REAL queen). Her dad's just an extra."

"Oh...so that wasn't me?"

"Nope. IT WASN'T LIKE I LISTENED TO kidZ'S ADVICE AND TURNED YOU INTO LESLIE'S BORING FATHER BECAUSE YOU'RE LIKE THE FUNNEST AND AWESOMEST DAD IN THE UNIVERSE DAD :D"

"...okay, honeybunches! Good luck with that story!"

"XD Thanks suckeeeeer!"

Here is another part thiiiiing:

I remember one day, when I was in second grade. I found a stray kitten ambling around the sidewalk, mewing to whoever was merciful enough to pick it up and give it a home. "Aww!" I squealed. It faced me, and I saw more of its adorable face. "Mew!"

I guess I felt sorry for the poor guy, because I picked it up, dropped the kitten into my pocket, and casually walked home. Mom never liked animals, and I was pretty sure I'd get a slap for bringing it home.

Sure enough, the moment I opened the door to our apartment, the kitten jumped out. "Mew, mew!" it cried, playfully looking around its surroundings.

"No, don't--!"

My mother walked in and shrieked. "WHAT IS THAT ABOMINATION DOING IN THIS HOUSEHOLD?!!"

Looking away shamefully and stooping down to pick up the kitten, I mumbled, "I'll...I'll bring him back to the streets." The look on the kitten's face almost made me want to cry. It was so sad and so heartbroken that, after months of living in the streets, someone brought him to a home. And now she was bringing him back to those awful streets.

Mom noticed my indecision, stomped to me, and slapped me with such force that I almost dropped the tiny cat. "Bring that feline out of this house NOW, young lady!" she boomed, "Or I'll give you a beating you'll NEVER forget!"

I slunk away, crying. Now we were both sad, the kitten and I. Except the world may never understand why.

:3 That was longer. XD I have this frustration that we couldn't bring stray kittens in our home because they're "dirty" or a "fuss to take care of" sooo yeah...

English would be a breeze!

Having trouble with those vocabulary quizzes your teacher throws at you? 

                                 

If you write, you HAVE to have good vocabulary, otherwise:

a) you won't sound interesting (which is much worse ._.)

b) nobody would understand whut you're talkin' 'bout

You'll be forced to learn new, awesomer words for your stories, then! o3o While that may sound completely boring--and unfair--well, things aren't always fair in life :3 NOW GO GET A DICTIONARY AND LEARN NEW WORDS.

My mother, always so sure of herself, strong and independent, was crying. And that was only because her mediocre, inutile daughter was dead. Irony much? I never thought that I would actually mean something to her.

"S-sam," she stammered in between sobs, getting lukewarm tears and even snot all over my corpse, "I am very, very sorry that I was such an abhorrent mother to you. I was rotten and despicable...oh, I'll never forgive myself for this! I loved you more than anything, Sam! And now you're gone...GONE..."

She continued blubbering, her gorgeous, even majestic, face stained with her tears and all my blood.

This story...is getting so dark... o-o XD

You can change the facts of life.

Face it, even when everyone's telling you that aliens don't exist, your life ends when you die, or your Aunt Marleen's feet smell nice, you can always change that when you write. After all, writing is an expression of who you are; if you want to write about the reason gravity exists is because Merlin the wizard spilled his anti-aging potion all over the floor, pretty much nobody would mind!

"That was a lovely mother you have there."

I turned around to see a beaming angel smiling tenderly at me. He had delicate blue eyes, curly golden hair, and the fluffiest wings which reminded me of doves. The angel wore a simple white linen robe, belted at the waist with white rope.

"Yeah," I muttered. The mutter was a mix of anger, relief, happiness, and depression. I don't know why. "I...I guess I never realized how she felt about me."

"Child, every mother loves her child. Every single one, I guarantee that."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, biting my lower lip. Great. Now that I've found out that Mom really loves me, I just happened to be dead.

The angel took my hand. "Are you ready to go now, Sam?"

"Where?"

"To heaven, of course. You have been a wonderful child, kind and compassionate despite all the hardships you've suffered. Now, don't you think you'll be given a reward for such an attitude?"

I glanced from the angel to my sobbing mother, back to the angel, back to Mom. Should I go? I wasn't fit for heaven, anyway. But..but..

Probably out of indecision, I said, "Am I ready? I guess not. I...don't know. Sorry."

"There is no harm in admitting that you're not ready, my love."

I could've done a number of things: protest, cry, walk over to my mom and give her a sympathetic ghost pat...but I didn't do any of those. For some reason, I was...smiling.

"Sorry, angel. I think I'll hang out in here and make sure Mom doesn't start drinking again," I grinned, sitting down on the soft, dewy grass.

Total cheesiness -3- I told you I change when I write!

It is just so...

DANG FUN. D:

Nuff said :3

Now, if that didn't convince you to start writing, well, that (means you're hopeless) is okay. Everyone has their personal preferences. ;)

Well then, ktnxbai. PEACE OUT! :D

Learn New Languages, Kid-Style!

I haven't posted in a while O__O sorry guys, I was off doing some schoolwork and derping my friends XD

Mmkay, so basically I ran out of things to blog about (see what a lousy blogger I am? :3) and since this site has no definite topic I was thinking about writing about learning different languages -3-

credit to the kingpimp.blogpsot.com :>

1. Say "I want to learn a new, foreign language"


The thing that frightens kids like you and me to learn different languages is because of one word. Know what it is? "Learn." XD Just say that once and I'm pretty sure a good 40% of you will look like the dude in "The Scream" by Edvard Munch. ._.

Nah I'm kidding.

Thing is, most of us don't want to learn anything new because we've already got our pop quizzes in school to think about. Why learn about how to say "Can I flush your toupee in a toilet, Sir?" in Spanish if you've already got memorizing about George Washington's life to think about?

Speaking of school, the thing about it is, most schools make their lessons so boring, we get brainwashed that all lessons are boring. (Unless of course, it's a lesson on how to beat Temple Run or a lesson on putting peanut butter on your sister's pillow without her noticing :3.)

If you REALLY REALLY REAAAALLY  want to know this language, you have to commit and you have to learn.

2. Choose the language you want to learn.


This is optional if you already knew what language you wanted to learn in the first place, but if you don't, try and think.

What language is easy to learn? For example, if you're Filipino, it would be easier to learn Spanish because most Tagalog words are already Spanish. And if you're British, it would probably be good for you if you learned some Indian.

And it should always be something you'd enjoy learning :I (and NO, gibberish is not a language. It's fun to learn, but it ain't no language. -.-)

I've been (unsuccessfully) trying to learn Japanese since the first time I watched Naruto (which is btw the first anime I ever watched :3). I know little bits of Japanese phrases and words, but not big stuff like reading Kanji, using proper grammar, translating J-Pop songs...you get the point.

3. Learn it--THE FUN WAY! :D


Play games that use that language, watch shows in that language (it may be humiliating to watch Ni-Hao Kai-lan if you want to learn Chinese, but start with basics, people), blah blah blah, blah blah blah.

A good site to learn them languages is on Memrise, because they made learning FUN.

Each time you learn a new word, you plant a seed. Everytime you remember the word, the seed grows. Once you have used it well, it goes to your garden, where you take care of them words/plants.

And that is today's blog post!

Watashi wa kidZ. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu! :3 Sayonara!