'Summer' Break and the Universe

It's Adelle~! "WOOT WOOT!"
*facepalm*

So everyone's on Summer break (even though technically we're below the equator so it's Winter break, but it doesn't matter cause the weather's the same anyway) and therefore too lazy to post anything. SO I decided to post something kinda different today.

It's a poem.

God, I know. Trust me I'm not trying to be one of those deep, sentimental, touchy-feely types that sit in dark corners and contemplates the meaning of the universe. I just like working concepts and ideas out and my major way of doing that is through writing, so this time I thought I'd try and do it through poetry instead.

There's not too much rhyming (it's a bit inconsistent and don't even try to ask what kind of poem it is) so it's not too reminiscent of Dr. Seuss, thankfully. Cause' for some reason my rhyming-poems tend to lean to the children's-picture-book side of things. Don't ask me why -- I dunno. But it's inconvenient, that's for sure. I mean, you don't really want to sound like a book talking about cats and hats when writing a poem about, say, child abuse. (This actually happened. 9th Grade English class. Yeah.)

Anyway I'm blabbering. Here's the poem I guess.

If you think about the chances,
the statistical probability of us being alive,
here,
now,
today,
you would find that each life is an improbability.

Cause' seven billion is still tiny,
puny,
insignificant,
no matter what environmentalists say,
compared to everything else.

Think of me, of you.
We are just a speck in our country,
which is a spot in our world,
which is an ant in our galaxy,
a piece of lint in the universe.

So if you take into consideration
all the little things that could go wrong,
all the things that had to happen
all the way back from when the planet-galaxy-universe was created,
(don't strain yourself)
to make sure that you exist,
and the fact that there is only one you,
one individual, unique you,
in a universe of uncountable, limitless possibility,
you could argue that each person,
each life,
is their own little miracle-child.

There was no you before you existed--
there are no expectations fitted to you.
Nothing you are going through has ever happened before.
Not this way. Not like this.
So no one can judge you.

No one can say they know you,
your problems, your fears.
Or anything about you--
the reason you shed tears.

No one can know how you feel,
cause' each person's unique.
No one can know what's fake or real,
lies or truths both speak.

Each person is a mystery,
a case never to be solved,
an unprecedented situation,
one of a kind, of a different mind.

Define yourself, and live by that definition,
Let yourself be tame, loving, rebellious, wild--
Be your inner miracle-child.

Okay so it's a little touchy-feely, isn't it? Ehh.
I just didn't want this blog to turn into a wasteland of forgotten dreams over the June/July holidays. Chichi and Boris (and Jenny, who's currently in L.A.) will thank me when summer ends and the blog still has stuff going on.

But to clarify, probably the only reason I'm writing here and no one else is is because they're all traveling and I'm stuck at home with a bunch of lessons with nothing else to do but read, write, internet and work on my friend's birthday presents, not able to socialize CAUSE' EVERYONE ELSE IS TRAVELING.

Grr.

I feel so alone.

If you happen to find that the next few posts are angst-y poems or song lyrics about loneliness (All by my se-eelf. Don't wanna be, all by my self, any-moo-oore.), you know why. If there are no most posts by me this summer, I have either found something else to focus my sorrow filled days on, or I dug around in my dusty closet and found a social life. One is less likely than the other.

Goodbye, cruel cruel world.

 

Messed Up High School Relationships

Just a little intro: Boris, what are you talking about 'I never posted about sport'. ALL you post about is sport. And dating. Which I think is a pretty good representation of guys in general. All you need is a post about food and you've covered everything.

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Disclaimer: Please do not be offended by this post. In no way am I suggesting that you have to fall into any of the categories that are mentioned below. Everyone is different and everyone's relationships with everyone else is different depending on circumstance and personality. These are just my *very large* opinions and if they will offend you please just walk away. :)

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Another thing -- I am doing the last half of this blog post on Windows (VISTA :( ) and since I usually put in the gifs and stuff at the very end I find myself at a point where I really couldn't be bothered to wrestle with all that stuff on Windows. I might put in pictures and gifs later on, maybe. Maybe.

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This is Adelle. In case you didn't notice, this blog post is about messed up High School relationships. Not necessarily dating -- any relationship. Friendships (or what passes as them nowadays), dating (can't leave that out), student-teacher relationships (it can get pretty weird), parent-child relationships, the messed up undefinable relationships, the lot. All of these get completely and totally weird in High School.

There are very few things that don't get weird in High School, honestly. It seems that relationships take on the brunt of it -- put a few hundred socially awkward, hormonal, confused teens in a building with high and mighty figures of authority and what did you think would happen? Yeah. Exactly. It's to be expected.

That doesn't stop them from being messed up, though.

I've honestly never been one for friendship drama. I love drama drama -- I'm a bit of a drama queen -- but I don't joke around with my relationships with my friends. My friends are probably one of the most important things to me, and I couldn't stand going through things like friend break ups or the like.

Obviously, though, I can't say the same about the rest of the High School population.

I think friendship was so much easier when we were younger. A person gave you a cookie, friends for  life! You didn't get into things like betrayal or backstabbing. Ah, the simple days.

Nowadays, though, you can hardly walk through the halls without someone feeling backstabbed because someone wore the same outfit.
Please.

Just because I don't participate in friendship drama, doesn't mean that the friendship drama doesn't sometimes include me. Once there was this absolutely stupid piece of gossip that said that one of my best friends emailed me in class to tell me how much I sucked.
Yeah. That happened.
*eye-roll*

You wanna know what that email was really about? My friend was teasing me about getting into the same group as my crush. 

No further comments.

The conversation where I found out that there even was a rumor going around was pretty messed up too. This is pretty much how it went:

Other Girl: Hey? Are you and *insert name of friend here* done fighting?
Me: We were fighting?
Other Girl: Yeah! She sent you a really mean email right? That time in class?
Me: ...Yeaaaahhh- No.
Other Girl: ...NO?
Me: No.
Other Girl: Oh.

After that I dug a bit into the gossip universe that is my school and found out all the details. Ridiculous. 

Dating is really weird in High School. Honestly, I don't really see the logic in it -- what are the chances that you'll stay together after High School? That's right. Practically nonexistent.
Even if you do, it's bound to either not last long or be a pretty dysfunctional relationship. On the rare chance that it does work out and manages to be a healthy relationship then... well.. we've already stated that it's a rare chance.

When people are in High School they aren't really their own people yet. They haven't gone through enough of life to really shape themselves or who they will be. They haven't gone to university or had a job -- they aren't themselves yet. For this reason I don't believe that High School relationships will last. The person you're dating simply isn't who they were meant to be.

There are a couple of different types of High School dating relationships. I'm not saying I'm going to list them all, because that would be impossible -- every relationship is different based on the people in it.  But I have a couple I guess.

There's the overly-casual relationships. These are the people that get into relationships but aren't, really. Those who don't show affection or anything then after a couple of weeks (or days) of not-dating, they silently go their own ways. There's honestly no point. They might as well not be dating.

There's the 'true luuurve' relationships. The title is pretty self-explanatory. These people are the ones that are convinced that they have found 'the one' for them. They show excessive amounts of PDA (public displays of affection, duh) and regularly disgust their surrounding peers. They have bright, happy ideas of their future together and how many kids they will have (well, maybe not that far). They are obsessed with each other, but their overly attached relationship usually ends in tears. Especially if only one of the members is a 'true luuurve' person and the other is overly-causal. Those never end well.

There's the 'in the moment' relationships. These relationships are made as a spur of the moment thing, fueled by passion and lust. They usually start for one thing only *conspicuous wink*. They can either end with both parties sated and accepting or in a gigantic explosion of a fight, with a vengeful partner. These are never good news and are the typical 'irresponsible teenager' relationship that most people refer to when complaining about the new generation and how much they suck.

Relationships can also be half-half, which I touched on under the 'true luurve' heading. When people don't communicate they can have different views on what the relationship means and what they respectively want to get out of them. 

I'm not saying that it's impossible for High School relationships to be healthy and break off on even terms with both parties accepting the consequences after an acceptable amount of time of compatible relationship filled with open communication-- no, wait. Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

 Of course, I'm not exactly an expert. But feel free to quote me if you want to overlook the disclaimer. I've always wanted to be quoted. You have to keep in mind that I, too, am a High School-er. That's why I'm saying this like some condescending Spock Prime that's seen the future -- I understand the limitations of the extremely immature and underdeveloped mind of a teenager because I am one.

Yes, I am aware that that means all this applies to me too. Honestly, it probably does. 

The only difference is I'm willing to look at myself and my peers in the face and admit that Wow. We are all idiots.

I'm just a realist, honestly.

Teachers are supposed to be these people that lead us and guide us and well... teach us as we grow. But are they really all that great? I already have a post about this so for this in a bit more detail I'll forward you to my other post, Teachers: Should They Really Be Teaching?. As you can probably tell this is a bit of a sensitive subject for me. And ironically I want to be a teacher. Imagine how that would go down.

Anyway. Relationships between teachers and students can also get a bit messed up in High School. Not all of it is bad. Some of the developments are good, and teachers can really help a student come into themselves. If the teacher is a good teacher, the student can actually bond with them and this can become a beneficial relationship based on support and understanding. This can only develop, however, once the student is mature enough, which usually only occurs in High School. So there's one positive development in relationships in High School. Go figure.

But, of course, there's two sides to every coin. Or something like that. I don't even know if that applies here...

But anyway, obviously there are some bad developments or this wouldn't even make it into the blog post. It is called messed up high school relationships, after all.

One of the things that gets weird in High School is if the student becomes more invested into the relationship with the teacher than the teacher is. Not in a romantic way -- we'll talk about that aspect later. I mean if the student starts seeing the teacher as a friend when the teacher is more interested in their salary than the student. It can come as a rude awakening and the teacher will probably end up saying something like 'I'm your teacher, not your friend'.

I completely disagree with this, by the way. I believe that a teacher should be able to see themselves both as a teacher and a friend, a caretaker, a guide to the student. That's what children need -- someone who actively cares about them, not someone that only cares about passing them so they get paid more.

Anyway. So that situation can be awkward and make the rest of that relationship actively Messed Up.

Another thing that gets weird -- or just ugh- just yuck, really --  is teacher-crushes. Let's dedicate a moment to a little shudder of disgust here. 3.. 2... 1... *shudder* Yuck.

I'm not saying that teacher-crushes only come into existence in High School -- no, that little piece of disgusting-ness has unfortunately been around for quite some time. But it is in High School when it has the possibility to develop into something a little less... innocent.

Godthistopicgrossesmeout.

Maybe we should just leave this here. Yup, yeah, I'm gonna leave this here.

Okay so next in line to get weird and messed up is Parent-Kid relationships. We've all heard of teenagers getting rebellious and stuff, becoming the bane of their parent's existence, arguing and debating and being stubborn. There's a whole lot of scientific study about why this happens -- brain development, hormones, some psychological stuff that I really don't want to get into -- but honestly I think the answer can be summed up pretty efficiently.

We don't like to be told to do shit.

You can go as deep into the meaning of it or all the whys but at the end we just want to make our own decisions. Obviously this crashes with our parent's inherent need to take all the decisions out of our hands. Parents want to protect their children and part of that is making the decisions that they think are right for their children. As teenagers, we are growing into our own opinions and those don't necessarily align with our parent's opinions.

At other times they do align with our parents opinions and we get into a fight because -- darn it -- we don't want them to be right.

This, I have major personal experience in. I don't know if it differs from parent to parent (which it probably does) but there's something in me that just makes me want to fight back with anything and everything my parents say. I don't know why -- maybe it's a pride thing, or the condescending I'm-older-and-always-right look that gets directed my way afterwards -- but I just can't loose to them.

I'm gonna say that this is what a lot of teenagers feel, for the sake of the validity of this blog post.

One of the major thing that I find causes fights between me and my parents are moral debates. We, as teenagers, are part of a generation that I believe is much more open to things like sexual orientation and mental disability, things like that. My parents aren't so open. So I usually get in arguments defending people or debating human rights or something like that.

But I don't think that's what all teens get into with their parents, so I'll just stop there.

Something else that develops in High School is the introduction of the seriously-no-one-knows-whats-happening relationship. These relationships cannot really fit into any other category -- not sure if it's a friendship, or a romance or an... acquaintance. They might like each other one day, hate each other the next, have to be forced to be together, or be surrounded in a thick cloud of UST.

These are just... well.. I can't really say much about them. They're just kind of confusing. Depending on the side they wake up on or the state of the weather the two people can act completely differently.

You can't expect to get on with everyone, obviously. But with these relationships it's like their conflicted with their perception of the other person. Like-don't like-love-hate. They all get thrown in there somewhere.

Honestly there's two people like this in my grade. They like each other, then they don't, then they're in love, then their archenemies. All this is enough to give a girl whiplash.

Boris (Redcap) and I have actually deliberated on their relationship and the ups and downs of it. We've decided that there is actually a pattern to this madness. They seem to stick to a state of mind in one-week stages, switching up to a different state the next week. The state peaks and wanes through out the week. This is pretty regular unless there is a trigger event that causes the states to switch faster or more slowly.

That is our hypothesis. It is still yet to be proven but we plan on graphing their interactions and hopefully coming up with a full overview of their relationship.

Soon.

So anyway. I think... that's the end of the blog post.

Christ, it's long.

I hope this didn't bore you to death, and if it did, well... you're dead. I can't exactly apologize now, can I?

Cya in the next post (or, you know... not)
 

Ultimate

Despite my blog name is Jakarta Athlete, I realized that I have rarely posted anything about my athletic life. So I'm gona do one right here.
On Saturday, May 18th, 2013, the SWA Ultimate team participated in the first ever high school Ultimate tournament ever. Four schools came to play, Bandung International School, Jakarta International School, SPH and SWA. There were 6 teams in total, JIS had 3 teams.

We had trained for about 4 weeks, with only 2 practices that the whole team had come, mostly it was small groups coming on one particular day.
We were the unlucky team, we had three back to back matches. Also the playing field wasn't what we expected. The playing field was a soccer field cut down in half, but it was the long half, not the wide half which we have been practicing on.

Our first match was against Bandung International School, a veteran of Ultimate, they have been training for two whole years. Even though we were up against a great team, we played good defense, blocking them several times, but always give out turnovers. Africa, James, Min Hao and me gave out several blocks and steal, but on offense we were bad. Our long range passing wasn't really effective, and was blocked often. We lost that game 7:0 I think. BIS team captain was the best player I ever saw that day, with amazing speed, stamina, high jumping abilities and quick reaction.
The second match, which we played 5 mins after the first one, was against SPH. They were fast and quick, their passes were good. Most of their players can both throw forehand and backhand. Which made it hard of us to intercept, but we still did on multiple occasions. James played defense extremely well, with lots of block from his basketball skills. Africa could have done better, he was the best player on our team, but he just gets nervous and sometimes hesitates too long. The girls were improving as well, they begin to go after the frisbee but our stamina isn't very good. We lost that match as well, actually, we lost all the matches that day.

After the first two matches, the toll of playing of matches in a row took its toll on us. All of us were tired, and our strategies weren't really working out. Therefore, this game we devised a simple strategy which was kinda effective. James would play defense and stop them from scoring, after picking up the frisbee, he would pass to Africa who was in the midfield. Africa has the best passes and can be very accurate, he would then pass to me at the end zone. Ms. Z gave me the scoring role because I was the best catcher after Africa. Min Hao would be the back up plan, if Africa can't pass to me, he would pass to Min Hao.
That game we played against JIS III, the strategies worked out quite well. I scored one with an assist. Rhein scored too. We lost the match 3:2. But we were improving. Gyu played good defense, he succeed in denying the frisbee from player bigger then him. Bening was injured that game, she twisted here ankle on the dash for defense.
The games after those were fun, because we got used to playing and began to score much more. James played extremely well defense, foiling several great offense plans. Our defense was really our strength, we had great steals and blocks. The problem was really our stamina and the cooperation between boys and girls.
I think Ultimate is a great game, because we are required after each game to gather round with the opponent team and high praise one another, well in our case of praising them was all true, but them praising us was all lies, well kinda lies.

I Hate Unicorns

      I have discovered quite recently (though my sense of time is quite twisted and my recently might have been a few months earlier than your recently) that I am not alone in this passionate hatred of Unicorns. I stumbled upon a video while surfing the vlogbrothers channel in which John elaborates upon his intense dislike of them. He also owns this wonderful shirt that says "Unicorns were left off the Ark for a reason." It has now become my life's ambition to acquire that shirt. Enough said, let's start with my reasons.

1. Unicorns are overrated. I'm sorry. I cannot contain myself on this. Whenever I go on tumblr (which, admittedly, is very infrequently when compared with the rest of the internet-addicted world) I am bombarded with pictures and quotes like these:
   
   (taken from naharoo ahjumma on tumblr)
   
   
   Bad Idea!!! (I only used 3 exclamation marks because 5 exclamation marks are a sure sign of an insane mind, and I'm only partially sure) Unless you are a girl named Bella, your inner alarm system would be blaring right now. Don't get on the unicorn. It's a ploy, I tell you!
   
   
   
   (etsy.com)
   
   
   Do not be a unicorn. Your horns will be cut off to make corn dogs.
   Perhaps that is why I particularly enjoy corn dogs so much...
   
   
   
   ( keepcalmandposters.com)
   
   
   A unicorn farm?? Why would you want that?? They would trample you to death.
   Slowly.... And painfully.
   
   
   
   (the villainous unicornappreciationsociety.tumblr.com)
   
   
   See what I mean?? There is a UNICORN APPRECIATION SOCIETY. Help me.
   
   
   
   
2. Unicorns are too often confused with pegasi. No, unicorns do not fly. 
   
   (fanpop.com)
   
   
   This appears to be some sort of buttercorn hybrid. That sounds delicious. Buttercorn should totally be a thing.
   
   
   
   
   
   This is taken from a webiste called lucylearns.com, which leads to the important question of, 
   Just what are we teaching poor Lucy?
   
   
   
   
   
   
3. They are creatures symbolic of innocence whose sole purpose seems to be to get to virgins and like, do stuff. I have never found any source telling me what unicorns actually do to the virgins, and the fact that they like virgins is kinda worrisome. I mean, sure, I get it. Virgins are supposed to be innocent too, and we are inevitably drawn to our own kind, but if there isn't any info on what they actually do when they get to the virgins, then what am I supposed to think? If maybe, they had said something along the lines of, "Unicorns like to eat the hair of virgin girls" it would have been a more satisfying explanation then none at all. (Though while we're on the subject of unicorns and virgins, here's a link from my friend Alex to the game CLOP in which a unicorn named Clop clops his way to the virgin girl. I haven't found out what happens when you get there, because I'm a horrific player.) 
   
   (foddy.net)
   
   
   The lilac shaded, twilit world of CLOP the unicorn, whose unfortunate nickname comes from his disturbingly loud hooves. Oh, and for some reason, all unicorns are inherently male.
   
   
   
   
4. They are menacing beasts that are somehow presented to the public as cute and cuddly creatures. I mean, people don't worship rhinos in little pink plastic toys that flash with neon lights. And rhinos are also quite fearful, with the same horns and stampeding hooves. 
5. Unicorns never seem to help with anything. They frolick in the forest all day long and never truly have anything to do. They don't eat or drink and just spend their time whiling away, until they are attracted by a virgin girl or someone (like Voldemort) hunts them down to use their blood in ressurrection of an evil villain. The said evil villain goes on to kill or maim hundreds of people and the unicorns don't care. They go on prancing about and making rainbows or whatever it is they do. 

           I am tired, hungry, and drowning in my own sweat. I will rest my case.

DFTBA,

Teachers -- Should They Really Be Teaching?

We have all heard of the occasional cringe-worthy teacher, one that's super strict or overloads you with work. These teachers, however frustrating, are just trying to get us to do work. As much as it pains me to be admitting this, their efforts are probably good for us in the long run.

No matter how torturous they seem.

No, these teachers are not who I'm complaining about. I'm complaining about the legitimately stupid teachers that make me think: if that's the teaching standard nowadays, I could train my hamster to become a teacher. That is not the message a student should be getting from their teacher.

The teachers who honest to god just cannot teach. Their teaching techniques are more painful than helpful and no one actually learns anything. The teachers who even the smart people admit do not have the talent for explaining, so much so that they take pity on you and teach you themselves.

Those. Teachers. Just. Make it. So. Hard.

My exams are coming up, and we need to study for about half a years worth of work which will be tested on the exam. While reviewing for the subject that was taught by the aforementioned -- honestly just terrible -- teacher, I realized something.

I wasn't reviewing the work. I was learning it.

The teacher was so terrible at teaching that I had to re learn everything because I didn't understand it at all when he taught it. So pretty much in the classes I had been like:

It's not just me, either. All of my classmates, even the ones known for being smart in this area, are completely befuddled when it comes to this class. We don't understand what is expected of us or how to go about it, how to do the work, which equations will be needed -- none of it! Our teacher just cannot teach.

He spends way too much time on work that does not matter, not enough time on the work that does, and skims over way too much because of his super-high expectations.

As you can tell, I am super impressed by his teaching abilities.

This isn't the first time I've been plagued by terrible teachers. I had another one, back in the seventh grade, that honestly taught more like a university professor than a middle school teacher. Pretty much every lesson went something like this:

Teacher: *background buzzing noise, a.k.a lecturing*
Student One: Hey. Hey, what's he saying?
Student Two: I dunno. *shrugs*

End Of Lesson

Student One: Hey. Hey, what did he talk about?
Student Two: I dunno. *shrugs*

I am not even exaggerating here. This actually happened. Multiple times.

I don't know if this is just the way I see it, or it other people see it the same way, but I think that if you're a teacher you have the responsibility to be able to  -- oh, I don't know... teach?

But maybe that's going too far.

So that brings me back to the title of the post -- teachers. Should they really be teaching?

Hugs and love and kisses and crap.

P.E Pretty Exciting

Same like A Teen,  I am not going to introduce my self, you all know who I am. I strongly protest against Adelle's mistreatment of P.E, which is an awesome class. Well, I'm not going to kick you out yet, Del, but remember, your on top of my kill list.

P.E has always been fun for me, its been a great way to reduce stress from school and relax within the excitement. It gives me time to know that school life isn't only grades and stuff, its also about having fun. People who like P.E, because it is exciting and a great chance to humiliate people who get better grades than you do (in the unlikely event that they do), never the less, it is a great chance to get back at someone or lots of people who generally annoy you in everyday life.

P.E is not some subject that you have to have a natural talent or anything, you just have to chillax and have lots of fun. Its a way to vent and give of lots of stress procured from your 'important' classes. Trust me, smashing a ball into someones face is awesome feeling, or kicking a ball real hard into somebody elses balls (well, lets not talk about how much it hurts for guys to get hit by a ball in the groin). By simply swinging a racquet and smacking a ball with it is pretty good.

The P.E teachers are generally the main attraction of the school, they are normally good humored and full of laughter. Thats just makes their classes more interesting.

P.E can be pretty exciting with 'accidents'.

Basketball: It is a game based on as much as self determination as on a lots of teamwork. Dribbling is not that hard, you just have to remember not to dribble on YOUR SHOES, but dribble infront of YOUR SHOES. Or the simple way would have been dribble on your right or left side. That way, the ball doesn't roll off you shoes and go rolling around making someone trip on their feet. OOps, I just revealed a way to make someone injured. Its kinda easy to make accidents happen to people playing basketball by simple punching them when they layup, or just elbow them. In all the confusion, its really hard to tell whether rules are broken or not.

Volleyball: This is a game of trust, trusting your teammates to do what you expect them to do. And spiking of coures, is like the main course. I thoroughly enjoy the action, the feeling to smash the ball as hard as you can, and I love the feeling that someones face just might be on the opposite end to receive my perfect 'high five in the face delivered via a ball'. The game is simple enough, just 3 words, 'bump, set, spike'. Bumping is quite easy, just make sure your hands and your body form a triangle, and that the ball lands in the middle, and you'll be fine.

Tennis: This is one of the oldest sports in history, Wimbledon can be as much as a mascot for the game as the name. Its a sport can came from the France, kinda weird isn't it? The sport came from France, yet the oldest tennis courts are in Britain, which we all know how much these two countries hate each other. This game is basically how much energy you have and how long you have been trained. Unlike other sports, tennis requires a great deal of time and effort just to be a player. Tennis is also probably the most lonely sport for player, because player can't talk to anyone, not even their coach. The danger in this sport is mainly you might just let go of your racket and let if fly, or the ball you smash lands somewhere painful, trust me, it hurts a lot getting hit.

Baseball: Baseball is NOT A RACKET SPORT. My god, Delz, I'm disappointed in your knowledge. Baseball is a bat and ball sport. Its a relatively complex sport, and requires a great deal of man power to play it. The most dangerous thing about the sport is getting hit by a pitch. Or someone running into your purposely, which is actually legal in the game. Its a very hard game, because its hard to hit the ball with a small stick.

Soccer: Soccer is a sport invented for running maniacs, people obviously don't run enough love this game. Soccer has never interested me as a sport, because I can't do anything in the game, other than trip other player purposely. I like kicking them in the shins or ankle. It generally produces a great result.

P.E is a great subject to have at school, because its lots of fun. It relieves stress and pressure from life and school. Delz, you just gave a new way to relieve it, ATTACKING YOU. P.E is a competitive way for making new friends and creating accidents. In P.E, its a great feeling to score in any sport and looking at your opponent in the face, it equals, "IN YOUR FACE, YOU BASTARD".

P.E. : Painful Embarrassment

Hello ladybugs and grasshoppers. In order to be consistent, I'm going to start again with my introduction.
I'm Adelle, and yes, I'm still here. Hopefully I won't be going any time soon. (Hear that, Boris, Chichi? Keep me here. Please. :3)

So today I'm going to talk about a topic that I am very passionate about. It's not a good passion, though. It's the burning hatred passion. Deep burning hatred in the pit of my stomach passion. I am passionate about hating it. Anyway. The topic.

P.E.

I've always hated P.E.

Well actually, now that I think about it, it all started in the first grade. Before then I was perfectly fine with sports and the like. I played soccer, even (try not to scream). But then I got older, and as I got older I realized how much I hated it.

As I said, it all started in the first grade.

The teachers in my school in the first grade were demonic. Evil. Satan's spawn. (Seriously though, they were pretty brutal.) Add that with the fact that I am not even remotely talented at sport, and it's a match made in hell. Then I grew older and moved schools, and realized it wasn't because of the teachers.

So lets go through the different sports and how much I suck at all of them! Oh rejoice!

Basketball:
Okay, so I was never good at this sport. I swear, when I was in the first grade I couldn't even dribble because every time I moved the ball bounced off of my shoe. -,-
The worst part is I haven't even really improved... Yeah, that says a lot doesn't it?

 I don't really understand basketball, though. I mean, for a danger magnet like me, throwing a ball into hoops over my head is honestly just an accident waiting to happen. I'm surprised I'm still alive... How did that happen?
Oh right. Avoidance.

Soccer:
My hand-eye coordination is bad. My foot-eye coordination is even worse. Just, stay away. I can kick, but I have no accuracy or ball control, so there is a likely chance I'll hit someone where they wouldn't want to be hit. Take this as a warning.

Football:
Everyone else is like

and I'm just like

Badminton/Tennis/Baseball/Literally Any Sport with a Racket:
Me + Racket = Someone dies.
'Nuff said.

Track and Field:
I despise track. Even more that any other possible sport (don't hold me to this. I won't be responsible if someone finds a sport worse than track).
It's like, everyone else is running around and I'm just-

Not ONLY is is incredibly embarrassing but- I- Just- sigh. I can't even.

Anything Else:
Just... No.

For some people P.E. is the best subject in school- hold on give me a minute.

*laughs hysterically*
*chuckles a bit*
*giggle*
*long sigh*

Okay I'm good.

Now for me, P.E. falls somewhere just below Nicki Minaj lyrics on the scale of 'Oh-Dear-God-Kill-Me-Now'. Below Nicki Minaj lyrics, but above One Direction. So pretty far out there. I'd put it in the top percent of reasons-I-stay-up-late-and-cry-into-my-pillow-like-an-emo.

I know it's a bit ironic, because Boris writes most all of his blog post about sport, and I'm writing one that tears it up, poops on it and buries it in the back yard. But I don't dislike people because they're good at sport. I may not understand the way they wish to spend their free time, but then again they may not understand the way I spend mine.

Not that I'd hold that against them. Not many people would.

I think I'm gonna stop now, before I isolate too many of the readers.

Okay.

This is the end.








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Q&A Session with Our Writers!

Note : This post contains, many, many, many random conversations between the contributors namely RedCap, Trinata and ATeen. Please feel free to read through all of them if you want to be entertained. Thank you.

Colour coding incase you get confused! Boris (RedCap) Jen Trinata Adelle (ATeen) ChiChi

Jenny’s Questions : 1. If you could have any superpower you wanted, what would it be (eg. Invisibility, time-travel, shoot fireballs out of your mouth, etc.) and why? RedCap: I would choose mind reading, because I think it would be cool to know what other people are saying without asking. Plus, I can know immediately my chances of going out with this girl. (Dear god, RedCap! Is that all you think about?) (Well, unlike other people {Del}, I actually try to ask people out) Trinata : I would want to be a firebender (basically I can just shoot fire out of my palm whenever I want) because besides the fact that it’s bloody freaking awesome, I can always be my own jetpack and fly around without being an airbender or having wings. You might accidentally melt your spoon to a blob while you’re trying to eat dinner. That could have been convenient on IA, we wouldn’t have had to wait so long for IndoMie. Not-Using-My-Username : Dammit Jenny! I didn’t know we could choose Avatar bending as our powers. Now I can’t choose Firebender cause that would be copy-catty. -,- Okay, lets see then. I would like to be able to manipulate people with my mind. Think about how USEFUL this could be. Okay, heres an example. Math Teacher: We have a test today! Me: (in my mind) *We do not have a math test today* Math Teacher: We do not have a test today! It would be cool, but then the world would be over, since you have opinions on everything. And you think that everything is stupid. Shhhh RedCap. No one needs to know. Girl: I’m going to stand in front of this mirror in the bathroom blocking the sink for an hour! Me: (in my mind) *You are not going to stand in front of this mirror in the bathroom blocking the sink for an hour* Girl: I’m not going to stand in front of this mirror in the bathroom blocking the sink for an hour! The world would be a better place. Sic Temper Tyrannis. Chichi: I want to be able to know what other people are feeling, and to be able to read what’s on their minds. But I want it to be something that I can shut off instinctually, and it would have to be a secret. It would be a pain otherwise. Nobody would trust me if they thought I was intruding on their minds.

2. Choose one of the contributors besides yourself. Make a ridiculous guess about what they do  in their free time (go crazy with your imaginations, boys and girls.)
RedCap: I think Jen Trianta secretly goes out with a boy, since she never tell us what she does in free time either eating ice cream or reading comics. Her boy friend must be someone extremely awesome and weird at the same time, since she has weird taste. Well I know that because I’m the only boy at school that is perfectly awesome and weird at the same time, so if she’s not going out with me, she must be going out with a weirdo. I look forward meeting the bastard. And punching him very hard in the part that hurts. (Jea-lou-sy? ;) D’aww this romance is so sweet. :3) (Wow, is it that obvious? If I ever meet him)  (Yes.) END OF DISCUSSION 

Jen Trinata : it’s this guy So when do I meet him? In the afterlife. I was kinda hoping it would be now.

Trinata : Because ATeen is never online on skype and also procrastinates on her homework at maximum level, nobody knows what she does in her free time. My theory is, ATeen spends her free time having telepathic debate club sessions with her cats and dog, planning how they will rule the world by teaching everyone how to pronounce “Aluminium” properly. al-you-min-ee-oom. NOT ALUMINUM.

Not-Using-My-Username : I can’t just do this for one person -- everyone deserves their own secret exposed. Okay here’s my opinion. Chichi: Is secretly in charge of the government, in a large scale conspiracy to take over the world. I’m not even kidding here. I’m serious. No way. I am not into governments. All those guys in the big suits and the slick-hair whose jobs are arguing with other guys and carrying things around in briefcases. I hate briefcases. Unless they have handcuffs on them. RedCap: Is writing the companion series to 50 Shades of Grey -- 50 Shades of RedCap. I am astonished A teen, How can you think of me like that? come to think of it, Jen and I had a very long discussion that you might be the secret author of 50 Shades of Grey. Trinata: Is actually a guy and pretending to be a girl so he can wear dresses and skirts without being judged. (RedCap : I support that. You know, she was the one that did an article on male dress, she must be a boy campaigning for boys to wear dresses and skirts. I strongly believe that, and there is only one way to prove me wrong hahaha *wink*. Well, that and going out with me, but you have a boyfriend already :( ) (Trinata : So since I have a boyfriend already does that prove you wrong? :3) (Well, how do i know that your boyfriend isn’t a girl?? I would only know if you go out with me.) (Or, you know, you could be gay. And I think that was his way of asking you out Trinata. ;) )(Then if you’re THAT desperate, please proceed to fill in Trinata’s ‘are you the perfect boyfriend’ survey of awesome :3) (Sorry to disappoint, but I’m afraid you too late too late to suggest that Del, and Jen I’m sorry. I have one already.) (OHMYGAWD SINCE WHEN??? OH OH OH HEART ATTACK) (OOOO) (This better go into the blog.) (I suppose I can date two girls at once, hahaha, kidding) (Ohhh playboy Redcap. ;D) (I’m fine with the bookboy anyway ;P)

Chichi: I think Adelle has this secret fantasy world where she gets to boss around a bunch of brilliant intellectuals who worship her a sort of gorgeous drag queen with a trail of dolphin minions. I am not going to explain any of this because she clearly has a need to express her inner anger by ruling over a bunch of people. (I mean, why else would she be having therapy sessions with a counselor??) She’s very good at hiding her inner pain, but someday she’s gonna explode. I also think that I am by far the most mature person on this blog. No one will deny this. I have to see how mature you are at home. Says the guy who barges into my room in the middle of the night in boxers and a headlight. How about the girl that walks into my room at midnight looking for a book?

3. List 3 things you want to do in your life before you die. (ride a super high roller coaster, eat the most spicy dish in the world, etc.) RedCap: 1) killing 3 people, A teen, Jen and Bishka, the three of them were high on drugs a few days ago, which made it for me impossible to sleep while they were throwing my tennis ball across the room playing handball/dodge ball. They could have done that in P.E, which I know that Del refers to Painful Embarrassment. Isn’t that kinda ironic??? 2) Look at Del in the eyes, and say, “I told you so!” “You were wrong” You could do that quite easily. Just say,”Hey Del, guess what I’m thinking now.” 3) I want to be a teacher at a school, teaching them everything, from dating skills, tennis and writing. Maybe after I retire. Like you have any relationship experience. More then you can say about yourself. Trinata : 
1.) Get a boyfriend that’s not just a image from 9gag. (I’m right here Jen Waving my beautiful hands with a smile!!!)( and with your secret gf *wink wink*) (OH TRINATA! He’s right there. ;D) 2.) Ride a rollercoaster that’s higher than a telephone pole....(yes, I’m that sad at rollercoaster rides.) 3.) Do a cosplay with my awesome pals anywhere else besides Indonesia heh heh Not-Using-My-Username : 1. SKYDIVING. ERHMAGERD imagine how awesome that would be! O.O Heehee. But with a friend. So we can scream together and get terrified, then do it again. XD (I’ll make sure you don’t do it again, trust me, no one gona miss you) 2. I think I might want kids someday. :3 If I’m a loner for the rest of my life, I’ll adopt. XD (Not likely, You’ll find him, maybe, how about the guy next to you? he seems nice) (Don’t choose him. You don’t want your kids to be scrawny brown-haired asian gits with bad eyesight) 3. Go to one of the Disneylands and have a hilarious filmed conversation with a Disney character. Then put it on YouTube. And become a YouTube sensation. hee.. hee... heeee... (in del’s dreams) (Highly unlikely, but people have their dreams) (I think your disney character would be Mickey and your conversation would end with an argument about how unfairly the show treats Pluto. I mean, he’s a dog and he has to live in a doghouse while Goofy (also a dog) gets to drive around in a car and play basketball or whatever) Chichi: 1. Have a pet wolf named Bear. 2. Be a teacher that teaches them MORE THAN REDCAP can. Of course, I only want that if I can pick my own students. Because let’s face it: If we are this screwed up, how more messed up is the next generation gonna be?? 3. Be happy.

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REDCAP’S Questions :
 1. What is the most treasured trait or characteristic or habit you believe have?
 RedCap: My leadership ability and to make people listen and also make them CALM THE F**K DOWN. 

Trinata : Once somebody tells me a secret, I keep my promise not to tell anybody, ever c:

Not-Using-My-Username : My ability to argue with teachers -- and win. (not true. it’s just that you’re so argumentative that people stop trying to come up with replies :P) XD This honestly gives me a great advantage and allows me to get out of work. *nods*

Chichi: My ability to believe in myself and not give a damn about what other people think. This could also be summed up as extreme self-confidence or just arrogance. And my ability to convince people to hand over their food. (Always a useful tactic)

2. What do you hold more dear, honor or trust?
RedCap: For me, I would definitely hold trust more dear, trust really matters with friends and relationships. Trust is also hard to come by, I’m not saying honor is easy, the two can be equally hard and often collide. I think trust is more dear because it builds up into to unexpected places with friends. 

Trinata : I’ll have to say trust. It’s better to be able to believe in people rather than having high respect, but getting stabbed in the back later on.

Not-Using-My-Username : Hmm. As much as i want to make a tribute to Zuko from Avatar and say Honour, I’d have to say Trust. Trust is the foundation of any relationship -- platonic or more -- and it is, in my opinion, one of the most important things to have.

Chichi: Confession: I do not actually get this question. Honor is upholding your promises, it is respect. It is something you swear on. Trust is believing in others as well as yourselves to do something. I get that they are both linked to justice and blah and blah but I don’t really see the link. But anyway, trust is more personal in the way of relationships, and honor has often been used in obituaries: He was a honorable citizen, loyal husband... Which almost always mean nothing. So trust it is.

3. Do you think that champions should try to stay on top of their field or step down to let another take his/her place? Why?
RedCap: I think a champions should leave step down from whichever areas they are successful at, because they should give other people a chance to try it out. Better to step down gracefully. 

Chichi: Both arguments work. And thinking about it will just make me angry that RedCap has written such a lame question. So I will remain neutral on this topic and instead focus on RedCap’s  love life: Just pick someone and get it over with. Life is complicated enough without love triangles to ponder over. Just answer the question you bastard!

Trinata : I think they should always stay on top of their field. To me stepping down would be like giving up, even though it means letting their teammates have less chances to try it out. I think a player should always hold his ground, never let his opponent step on him.

Not-Using-My-Username : I think that a person should do something they enjoy for as long as they enjoy it, and as long as they’re successful and doing good for the community. Your experiences are limited, so you should be happy for as long as you can.

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Adelle’s Questions : 1. What is your guilty pleasure? (No dirty thoughts. :P) Redcap: Having free time in class while my classmates are suffering with the overload amount of work, especially in math class, while a teen and jenny suffer deeply. Trinata : When I see someone wearing high heels and I’m still taller than them and I feel good. c: (because I know I’m short) (I’m shorter. -,-) (Not me, but I have that guilty pleasure as well) Not-Using-My-Username : No judging. I watch glee. I know, I know. Sigh. Just- I know that the plot is terrible, and the characters are underdeveloped, and the songs are shite, but I watch it anyway. And -- wait for it -- I enjoy it. I’m sorry. How is this a guilty pleasure??? Glee is ok!!! Oh, RedCap. Don’t OHH me, explain??? Chichi: Reading fashion magazines and marveling at the lengths people will go to stay in style. Oh, and watching Victorious. 2. What is your ULTIMATE pet peeve? (if you don’t know what a pet peeve is, google it.) RedCap: Its when people aren’t working as hard as I expect them to be. Trinata : When a group of morons decide that, when everyone is rushing to get to their next class, the staircase would be the best place to have intense discussions with your friends about PSY’s new single. Chichi: When people automatically nominate me for presentations or whatever because they think I’m dying for a chance to go. Not-Using-My-Username : When the spout of the tap in a public restroom is way too close to the edge of the sink, and I need to rub my hands against the sink. *shudder* Imagine all those germs! It’s disgusting. (your pet peeves are always the most interesting, dear delzy.) 3. What is your favourite colour? (no, I’m not going easy on you. You need to justify -- I’m talking past experiences, symbolism, metaphor. This is a test on your bullshitting skills. Good luck. ;D) RedCap: My favorite color is silvery blue, because in my past experience and the books I read, I always thought blue as the ultimate secrecy and power. It symbolises in my opinion that power, knowledge, trust and honor can be deeper than anyone of us can imagine. The silvery shines out, makes me think about the things that we as people overlook, the silver reminds me to always look just one more time to see. Trinata : My favorite color would be any hue of blue, because, according to the color wheel, it is the direct complementary (opposite) of red and orange, which are the origins of the tertiary color brown, the color of poo. Are you talking about my nickname which Mr. J.G calls me? Hahaha. Poo Wee. Hell No!! And why you wrote so little? I didn’t write too little, you wrote too much :P You did not answer the questions!! Write why?? Don’t just say because you don’t like poop. Not-Using-My-Username : My favourite colour is turquoise. This is because I see turquoise as the magical combination of green and blue -- earth and water. In addition, when I was younger my best friend’s favourite colour was green, and mine was blue. We agreed to combine the two together to make turquoise. Also, when I was in the first grade, we were playing with food colouring to make as many colours as possible, and I was the first to come up with turquoise. I’ve loved it ever since. *sigh* Dramatic as always, Queen of Drama Chichi: My favorite color. That is a supremely complicated question that will never be answered with satisfaction. I like blue-green. No, I don’t like turquoise. Turquoise has always seemed too bright and milky and it seems to be the same color as barbie doll swimming pools and Bratz eyes. Blue green is the ocean. It is adaptable to change and is clear and understatedly beautiful. You know the definition of turquoise is 'blue-green', right?

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Chichi’s Questions :

1. What are 3 things you can’t live without? (ie. internet, sarcasm, and French the llama) 

RedCap: Well, thats kinda hard, but I guess I can’t live without friends, family and of course fun. The 3 Fs!!!! Fek Fuk Fak.

Trinata : Stories, bubble tea, and friends :)

Not-Using-My-Username : Books, friends and drama. :P This is extremely generalized. I kinda made it so that ‘friends’ includes ‘family’, too, cause I only can’t live without the family that I’m also friends with. Some of my family members aren’t that great. And books include any written works... then again, I’d miss out on music this way. Hmm... Impossible.

Chichi: Books, Friends, and Chocolate. No one can live without chocolate.

2. What is more important, loyalty or justice?

RedCap: What kind of question is that? I think loyalty and justice are equally important in modern day society, since it lacks both. 

Trinata : I agree with RedCap, but maybe if i were to focus on a city like Jakarta it would be Justice (wow thats so random I don’t even know if that makes any sense at all)  (just answer the question) 

Not-Using-My-Username : I think justice. Loyalty can be so easily manipulated. Loyalty in itself may be a good thing, but loyalty that a criminal has towards another criminal is never good. Justice prevails!

Chichi: Justice. But I’d like to say that it would be hard to choose morality over sentimentality. And I applaud the people who have to face that decision.

3. Confession time. What is a secret you have never spilled? (Doesn’t have to include real names or places)

RedCap: A teacher once made me not to tell anyone that a guy in our class cheated, and I never told. hahaha, something along those lines, Humm, Let me think, I think a secret that I never spilled are the names of all my crushes. 

Trinata : I don't have many secrets... * When I was little I loved to steal the shiny little marbles that department stores displayed on flower pots because they were shiny :v does that make me a criminal?

*(Is it because you spilled all of them?) no...its just that most of them happened when i was younger, so i forgot and ended up not spilling them anyway :P so if you have any secrets, you can keep it with me, because no matter how hard i try to spill it, i’ll forget about it beforehand. :P (What's the point of telling you then?) (people like to let out their secrets to someone) People like to let out secrets so that people will know about the secrets and spill to everyone else  (hey, you’d be surprised how many girls share their secrets with each other.) I know!! :P Your argument is invalid. People let out their secrets so that others will know about it, and maybe spill it out to lots of people, for all of the above to happen, you first have to remember the secret People don’t just tell secrets so people spill it -,- , they tell secrets to bond. GIIIRRRL BOOND. Boys do things differently. End of Discussion. Answer the questions first, then you can start this. (You’re the one that started the discussion in the first place... ._.) Then do the questions first, you bitch (i used it correctly, unlike Alex) Girl bonds.... Agh!!! 

Not-Using-My-Username : Uh-uh-uh... I-I... I dunno. Let me see... Oh! I used to purposely cause myself to fall and hurt myself during P.E. class, and fake being hurt to the nurse just to get out of P.E. XD It’s pretty like me, right? But that was ages ago, though. Or was it? Yeah, it was ages ago. :P Ohh, my god, you call that a secret? RedCap is being a dickhead.-.-  I’m not, i’m just questioning the definition of a secret. 

Chichi: I’ve got a confession to make: I don’t exactly have secrets. (Which is exactly why I penned this question. It’s not like I have anything to lose) Oh, sure, I steal food from our fridge occasionally and lie about it when someone asks me. I attend Verity Youth Retreats and pretend I’m a total Christian, but that’s pretty much the extent of it. I answer nearly every question truthfully if it’s serious, but then again, I’m not sure anyone knows what questions to ask.