200th Post

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This blog contains many of my ambitions, naive dreams and hopes, and just the musings of a far-from-average kid. Therefore, I invite you to openly read my blog. You will experience my weak points, my low points, my strong points, and my high points. I'm seriously really thankful that I still have motivation to continue on with this blog, even though it's been quite a bit over a year now.

Broke 10,000 And 200

So this post is EXTREMELY special because of two reasons. First of all, I have finally breached the 10,000 view point. Secondly, this is my 200th post, so I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I remember the last time I had the 100th post it was just wild. I led the 100th post with these posts called "Extravaganza Posts". I also remember one of those posts peaked up to over 2,000 views (it was in fact a very memorable post).

Anyways, I have to stop my rambling about milestones and get onto the real topic. I have a lot of planned things that have just been waiting to burst out of my thought bubbles over the past week or so that I have been absent from this blog.

High Points. Low Points.

I've met a lot of people who've talked about high school with me and about how great and fun it is and how when I graduate (pardon me, if I graduate) I'll be wishing I was back in grade eight again. But something I haven't heard much of when talking with people who have graduated from high school and know the whole story is about high points and low points.

Naturally there are always high points and low points in life, not only high school. I talk to a lot of friends about their troubles and sorrows and my one piece of solid advice that never seems to fall short is that it's always darkest before dawn.

What I mean by this saying is that when everything seems to be at it's worst, something good will rise up on the horizon. I know this is true, because this always happens to me and there is no reason at all why it should not happen to anybody else.

Sometimes when I'm chatting with a person that just seems very pessimistic and bleak, I feel kind of hopeless myself. Its one of my low points.

It's kind of weird how I believe I know things as if I had already passed through high school, but I'm pretty sure that we'll all be wishing we would go through high school again. I just know that there will be high points and low points in life.

Alpha

I kind of don't feel like delving into the subject of how the human society works and all that, so I'm just simply going to talk about Alpha and the clubs and such.

I figured that running for grade eight rep (representative if you wish to be fancy) was a pretty good idea (and don't get me wrong, I still think it is), but I'm just waiting for something to actually happen. The same goes for all the other clubs in Alpha except for The Offence (we've had quite a few meetings and I've attended one session of The Spud Patrol). I'm sure there was only one Student Council meeting (which I did attend, mind you) and I'm pretty sure there were also quite a few Journalism meetings (which I missed all of, because I was unaware of them).

So far I have been fitting into Alpha pretty well and I just love the whole school. There are a lot of cool people there who I've met and I can't wait to experience the next five years or so of my high school life.

Bad Parenting

Today as I was walking to school, I saw an old man (guessing around his 80's?) who was yelling at this little girl to get into the car. I don't know if he was just having a bad day, or if the child was just having a bad day, but that kind of made me think of things.

It gave me something to think about as I continued my brief walk to school.

By the time I reached my first period class, I had personally swore to try my best to never ever lay a hurtful hand on a child, or say anything hurtful. I don't know if I can actually get this done, but you know me. I never guarantee anything, because what happens if I just died the next second?

I wonder if I had told the old man this how he would have reacted. Would he have felt remorse and sadness? Or would he have simply treated me like the child?

To Be Continued

It's getting really late right now, so I'm going to end this post right here and now. I think I did a decent job with this, but this is definitely not enough for the 200th post. I'm probably going to include a follow up or two after this post, but I still feel okay with this post.

Today I'm a 10. I feel really good that I finally got my laptop back. Basketball season is also coming up, so I'm looking forward to that. By the way, my friend asked me to say something from my co-op blog, and I will say that right now. You two are awesome. You know who you are and I'm extremely thankful for that one day when you came up to us (actually don't remember exactly what happened, but this should be accurate enough) at Science World and said hi. That hi started a friendship that I'm sure will last forever.

"Guarantees cannot be held. It's always a mistake to say, "When I..." instead of, "If I..." because who knows, life is short, and we may just not live to see the next day." - Kevin Zou

Post 199

So One Away From 200

The next post will the 200th on this blog (although for sure this blog has been in service for more than 200 days), so I'm pretty hyped up for that. It's hard to believe that this blog turned from a lame account of my day to day life to a pretty cool blog (I do have to say so myself). I spent some time a few days looking ago and realizing how much I had developed as a person and how my ideas and projects failed and sprouted.

Anyways, for post number 199, I'm just planning to do a post slightly centered on the whole idea of just regret and just going for it.

Regret

One of those topics that I haven't really touched on is regret. I've had a lot of regrets in life and they always leave me thinking, "What if...?" The reason why I'm talking about regret all of the sudden is because I'm helping out a friend with problems. Not going to delve completely into details since I don't know if this friend of mine would like having a decently sized audience reading her story. Anyways, this story involves the possibility of regret in the future, so the message I just want to get out to EVERYBODY (and by everybody I sincerely mean EVERYBODY) is to just take the chance. You never know what's going to happen if you don't try. I'm almost 100% sure (not going to say 100% since you know, things happen) that 20 years from now, somebody will be thinking, "What if I had told that person I had feelings for him/her?"

I just hate seeing a person with regret, because I know that person can't do anything about regret. What's happened has happened and that person just can't do anything about it but try and fix whatever happened.

A very good author once wrote, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." But you'll never be able to smile because you never did anything to make anything happen (that author by the way was Dr. Seuss).

It's Hard To End This Post

It really is difficult to end a post, especially when I know that the next post will be the 200th and I need to seriously get a good follow up post. I have no idea what I will talk about. Completely no idea. I guess something's going to have to happen between now and the start of my next post.

Anyways, I'm feeling like a 10. I had some fun at St. John's and now I'm talking with my closest friends. Catch you in the next post.

"Do it because you'll never know what could have been." - Kevin Zou

Once Again I Speak Of Independence

If Only I Could Choose For Myself

So once again my laptop has been taken away, so my usual routine of using my old laptop has started once again. Every time my laptop is taken away, I seemingly enter a mood of depression and I usually blog about independence. Just delivering what's for the most part always been happening.

Anyways, back to the oh-so-over-used topic of independence. Independence is what I strive for in life. I wish my mom and dad and just everybody in my life would let me make my own decisions regarding my computer time and stuff like that. I make sure that I do a good job on my homework and only when I'm done do I use the computer. Sometimes it feels like my parents don't even know me.

I Feel Unfit

Lately I've been feeling a bit unfit (and even worrying more so since I've heard rugby has been cancelled). Unfortunately, my workout was on my laptop that my mom took away, so I'm left with my own means of exercise and a chin up bar I have been neglecting as of late. So I might just start running in the mornings or after school or something like that to make sure I don't become a total couch tomato (I intentionally replaced potato with tomato).

I might just have to start watching out for what I eat though. Oh well. They say good health comes with a good diet and workout. Then again, good health is also explained by Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs.

Not Much Has Been Happening

My mind is drawing blanks as to what I should really talk about. I take irregular and large pauses of time between each topic trying to figure out what to talk about next. My eyes are getting a bit unfocused whenever I stare at the screen, so I'm probably just going to end this post here.

Today I'm a happy 9. I feel pretty good, except it's just the darn computer thing. Anyways, I'm having a good time talking with some friends over networks and I finished all my homework, so I can relax and try to get over my mild case of pneumonia.

"What we achieve inwardly will change change outer reality." - Plutarch

Back From Camp

Feels Good To Be Back

It feels really good to be back home and with all the friends that didn't go with me to this awesome retreat. I had an awesome time with all the people I shared my cabin with and in all the activities. I also met quite a few new people from Burnaby South.

Anyways, felt really cool to get to do all the awesome activities at Timberline, and just take a break from my family. But now I'm back (and with a lot of homework to do).

No Rugby I Hear

I hear because there aren't enough teams to make a league there won't be a rugby team for the Burnaby district. So I'm kind of peeved off about that.

And there goes my plan for not talking about my day and useless stuff.

Goodbye

I just felt obliged to get one measly post up after such a long time away (actually only three days).

Today I'm a 10. I feel awesome.

"Life is half spent before we know what it is." - George Herbert

Somebody Worth Caring

In Life...

You will find one person that you will care for. You will love and cherish this person for however long your emotions for that one single person last. It may be for five minutes, a second, or forever. It's funny how love can last forever, a long time, or can flee within initial appearance.

I hate it when my mom/dad yells at me to turn off the computer when I'm talking to this type of person. I absolutely hate it. I'm in the middle of one of the highlights of my day and they come over and shout at me to turn it off. It just seriously ticks me off.

Not Going To Explain My Day

So I'm going to try to not explain about my day unless it's at the very end of the blog. It's just something I'm trying out since I figure more people appreciate it when I actually put some thought into my posts instead of random mumble jumble.

I just love listening to songs that explain my situation in life. It's so easy to relate to them and they easily get stuck in my head. Well. That little bit was quite random.

Shoes

When people say, "Take a step in my shoes." or some variation of that, it kind of gets me mad. That's simply because they do not know that I do take a step in other pairs of shoes instead of my own. I almost put myself in everybody's shoes when I meet them or get to know them. I'm just that type of person.

I'm also very observant and understanding. I like listening to people's problems and "trouble shooting" them. I observe a person's character just by gestures and how they act towards others and by themselves.

So try that out. Either just think about being a completely different person or just observe somebody carefully. You'll find that it gets fun and now it's kind of like a weird habit that's automatic for me.

Getting Late Now

It's getting quite late now (kind of what is considered the time for a last ditch attempt post time), so I'm going to end this posting session. I hope you've enjoyed this post.

I'm a 9. I don't feel as proud for this post as I felt for the last post. It's like all of the sudden, when I've reached my best writing, I suddenly become very dumb. Oh well. I guess every up has its down.

"What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man." - Robert Green Ingersoll