Fly, Soda, Fly

Today was a rather normal Friday. It WAS.
Today was one of my friend's birthday (It's Sunday, but we had a surprise party today). We lured him to a park, where we surprised him, and then ate pizza and soda. When we were done, there was an extra big bottle of soda left. This Mexican decided to carry it.

This guy, (who was obviously not the brightest lightbulb in the house) decided to shake the soda, so that whoever got to open it next would be in for a surprise. Well, more of a bath. Whatever.

So we were going to the theater to watch a movie. We were crossing the street, and the Mexican pretended that the soda bottle was some sort of baseball bat.

Then, he dropped the bottle.

Pop went the bottle cap at the moment of impact.











The bottle went flying, while using it's pressurized soda as rocket fuel. It hit a car and went skyrocketing, only to fall again later and to get stepped by all cars after that.

The driver of the car that got hit by the bottle got confused of what just hit his car, and stopped after driving a couple of yards more. Then, it just went, as if nothing happened.

Everyone clapped.
It was truly awesome.

Today's lesson: Don't trust a Mexican with something.


Just kidding. Mexico is awesome too.

Be Happy

※ This post is a filler. ※

May is over.
Vacations are only two weeks away!


I'm so happy.
Hope everyone else is happy too.
Be happy.

Have a happy June everyone!

Mexican Faller

I have this Mexican friend.
He likes cake. Just like me.




Anyways, he is Mexican. No, he's not the stereotypical bad*ss Mexican that jumps borders or has five doses of speed every day. That's only 4% of the Mexican population.

JUST KIDDING. People, it's a joke. If it wasn't funny, sorry. If you were offended, sorry. Just don't sue me.


Anyways, this particular Mexican is different. He always tells me of his 'Mexican instincts', some of them involving whether it would rain or not in the next few hours (which is quite obvious since it is cloudy and stuff).

He is famous for having a tendency of falling from his chair in class. He slants backwards in his chair, the chair slips, he falls, he fails. This had already happened over five times in the last few weeks, and every time he did, we would just laugh.

Here's a quote he said himself when he fell:
"F*** you, gravity."


But seriously, if you fall that many times, you usually learn a lesson. This particular guy DOESN'T. If you are reading this, just know this. You have issues. Get some treatment. No cake until then.

Just kidding. Have all the cake you want.
But seriously get treatment.

So yes, he is a cool friend, and he's a nice guy.
He likes nachos.

Singing?!

I take music in my school.
One fateful day, I decided to pick up the music microphone and sang something. My music teacher was all like "Hey! You can sing!" Then he told me that I should sing for the next music performance. Oh, no.

You see, singing is not my thing. Yes, I guess I can get the notes right, but I still sound like as if I just had a dose of crack. Also, I kind of have stage fright. That's why I usually play something like the piano or percussion which people would hear and care less about. But no, I had to sing. Moreover, I'm the type of guy that can't say no to other people that easily. Even though I didn't actually want to sing, I had to. I did.

Today was the performance. The curtains opened, the band started playing, and I started singing. I saw hundreds of people watching me, and I got nervous. VERY NERVOUS.


I started shaking and stuff. Probably everyone watching noticed it as well. Nevertheless, I kept singing. After what seemed like two years and a half, the song was over. I went backstage, where I died.


Although I died, I was happy that everything was over. My friends told me I did good, which added to my happiness. I was also kind of happy that I sort of overcame my stage fright. Oh, god, I don't want to sing again...


...or do I?

Just Random

Nothing interesting is happening these days.
No one jumped off the roof, tripped into a recycling bin, or decided to run around the school naked for half an hour until the school principal suspended him. None of that.
Nothing interesting is coming to my mind either. So not that many posts these days.

The internet is killing me. Well, it was killing me. They (as in some weird internet worker dudes) finally came to my house to fix it. Now it is fully operational 24 hours a day. Hooray.

So today, I will literally write about random things that just come up to my mind.

I think this girl laid a curse on me. I mentioned this before, but let me go in detail. I think she is a witch. She makes these random predictions and they come true. I believe she cursed me for not being able to draw her hair well.

She likes chocolate. She thinks it's sexy.


My English teacher is funny. He always has this sort of monotonous tone, which I like. He always says the weirdest stuff and has the strangest sense of humor. I like it. No, I am not gⓐy.

FUN FACT! I'm eating blueberries right now.

Llama's are awesome. You just want to poke them in their nose or something like that. They'd spit at you, but whatever. I want to own a fuzzy llama.

I'm done with the blueberries now.

The cake is a lie.


Sorry about all that.
I hope something happens soon, whether it's a nuclear food fight or a science class sulfuric acid fail. Anything.

Stupid Internet

Aaaaaagh. My god.
Ever since we replaced our floor, our internet didn't work. We found out that the workers had plugged this cable upside-down, so it took 4 days to fix that. (Last post was posted from my neighbor's computer)

After checking that it worked, I went to sleep last night. Today when I came back from school, my mom was watching this Korean TV show. I was all like 'Woohoo! It's finally working again.' When my mom wa done, I go to the computer, where I find out that there's no internet anymore. So I'm just chilling there, reading, and my brother comes and asks if he can play games on the internet. I say "Nope, the internet is out and-" and I notice the internet just came back. After my brother was done, I go to the computer. As I turn on the internet, it stops working.

It kept going like that. No internet for one hour, two minutes of internet, repeat. Now this was even more annoying than when I didn't have internet at all.



Happens that all our neighbors don't have internet either. Oh, please, why? Why isn't there internet when I most need it? I even thought that maybe I had been cursed by this girl whom I couldn't draw, or maybe that God was testing me.

So here I am, posting this in the short period of time the internet has come back for. Hope they fix it.

The internet still rocks.
Oh, and I didn't break my computer.

House Chaos

My house has been tore down. Well, not really. They took out all the floor (which was carpet) in the house and replaced it with a wooden floor. Poor trees. But that's not the point here.

We had to move everything in all the rooms into the living room, which is already of wooden floor. This includes my computer, and I didn't have internet for a few days.

Tagged in picture: My Bed, Random Cables, Yellow Pillow, Pizza, Ball, Books, Table, My Brother's Toys, TV, Wooden Block Tower, My Computer, Me.
Approximately a Million More Things Not in Picture

As you can see, it was CHAOS.

Not only that. The people who came to replace the floor painted the new floor with this thing that makes it smoother and shinier. Of course, with a negative side effect. It smells. Very bad, very strong. We (as in, my family) couldn't enter the house for five hours. When we finally went back in, although less, it still smelled. It was night, and we had to sleep. With the smell. My mom kept asking me I was sure that we weren't going to get suffocated by the smell.



But now, our house is as good as new again, and we lived happily ever after. Just kidding. The house is still a mess and we have to put all our furniture back where they should be.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have a gas mask.