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. 

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Males, Would You Wear a Dress?

Wow, it's been a ages since I've entered the ancient realm of Blogger.

Been even longer that I've seen a blog as awesome as this one. Honestly, I think this blog is so.......hold it, lemme use this gif to describe it for me...

fabulous llama is fabulous

*ahem* it is indeed fabulous, so I feel quite honored to be able to contribute to this blog :) thank you, Boris and Chichi, le awesome blog founders, for giving me permission to post on this blog. 

So, right. Introduction. I'm Jennifer, but people call me Jenny or Jen for short. I guess you can call me your average, sane (not too sure about that) internet surfing, nutella eating, procrastinating student. One thing I can tell you about myself is that I can get pretty clumsy and often forget about things (I'm surprised I remember to breathe everyday), like how I almost forgot to write my first post (this post.) today, or how I almost forgot that we could insert Gif files into a post..

Anyway, I should probably get on to this first post.. FYI, I have decided that every post I'll make on this blog will always start with a question. The first question I have is what a friend of mine asked me a while ago, which bothered me...

Why is it okay for girls to wear men's clothing, but it is considered socially inappropriate for boys to wear girlish clothing?

...well.

Because, as a result of having been suppressed for most of human civilization, Women have somehow begun to think that, since you treated us badly for ages, now we will call anything we can't do but men can sexist. And we will call boys wearing skirts gay. This is supposedly the logic women have acquired over the past few centuries. And this is Chichi, welcoming you to the blog in the friendliest way I know how: By trashing  ur post and waiting for you to notice that you didn't write this.

BTW, I love ur writing style... ;)

*Gasp!* A compliment from Chichi! I can die happy now.

But before that I have a post to finish. Thank you Chichi for you very profound comment, I could already guess it was you from the way you write..hehehe..

*hem* Anyway, onwards to the post!

So a gay friend of mine (not that there is anything wrong with that, I like him just the way he is) ( and well he's not exactly gay but his sexuality is still unknown up to this point), lets call him Nyan Cat or NC for now, once had a conversation with me that went sort of like this :

NC :  Hey Jen. 

Me : What.

NC : You know, sometimes, I just feel like being female.

"All right, he's gay." I thought. But I was later proven wrong, but that's a different story.

Me : Why on earth would you want to be a girl? 

NC : Well, first of all, parents often have higher expectations for sons than daughters, right?

Me : (That's kind of sexist, but it is true..) Hmm okay, and?

NC : The best part is you get to wear a bunch of stuff! Look at your wardrobe -- How many different types of clothing are there? 

Me : (Three. Four counting underwear.)

NC : So you girls get to walk around in fancy clothes and stuff, while we guys are forced to stick to two things; JEANS AND SHIRTS.

Me : But what about suits? Or jackets?

NC : What about suits and jackets? We live on the equator line, walking out in the sun with suits or jumpers isn't probably the best fashion choice don't you think?

Me : Fine, if you don't like it so much, why don't you go ahead and wear a dress?

NC : Fine! I will.

Of course, he didn't. But knowing Nyan Cat I'm willing to bet if I bought him a big mac and french fries he would be willing to wear a dress. I should try that sometime.

Anyway, from that short conversation I realized Nyan Cat was right : guys do tend to have more limited choice of fashion that girls. But why? 

"well, OB-viouslehh guys look like, soooooooo fugly in like, dresses, like, DUHH???!?!?"

I can't agree more, but let me present to you this image... *drumroll please

Note : The writer of this post does not hold responsibility to any cases of permanent blindness and/or sudden epilepsy seizures caused by viewing this image. 

TA-DA! MAN DRESSES!!

Oh yes, they are real. And frightening. And real. Now, I'm betting that you guys will agree that that looks absolutely horrible. And if you don't, well....I'd like to you wear that if you're a guy. But anyway, I could be evil and put, say, two or three more pictures of man dresses, but this post is getting pretty long so I won't. You can already tell that from this example, MEN WERE JUST NEVER MEANT TO WEAR DRESSES. Not that I'm being sexist, you can be a guy and go ahead and wear a dress to school -- I don't mind. But come on, it just looks plain awkward. This is because of the fact that men have bodies that are just completely different in proportion that women (and also because of whatever Chichi stated above). Women's bodies allow them to wear any kind of clothing -- suits, dresses, short shorts, long shorts, short longs, etc. -- without having an awkward-looking body proportion. Whereas guys, as you can see above, cannot do the same thing. 

So, very sorry, Nyan Cat, but your dreams of ever wearing girl clothing and still look good is probably not gonna happen very soon ;( . But you know, looking at recent fashion trends or collections, you can really see abnormal or really weird clothing designs (like the one above.) selling off lately. So, perhaps if one day men started wearing dresses on a regular basis, eventually in the far future it should become a normal thing. So there.

But guys, if you are really that desperate to be feminine, go ahead and buy one of them man-purses.

Ciaossu~

Date=Basketball

Date: A date is when two people who like each other go out and have fun.
                                                                                                    ---John Watson BBC Sherlock Holmes

For boys, going on a date is like a basketball game. You get the excitement and nervousness before the game as you drive to the game. Your mind is full of bad things that might happen, what if I accidentally drop the ball, what if I miss the shot, how many turnovers will I make?? These questions will always hover on your mind, even in the game its self.

These are the same before the actually 'date'. Your mind is blown by the countless ways you can be late. Example, traffic jam (quite common in Indonesia), forgot your phone or wallet (everyone does that), present/gift (maybe). Then there are the ways your date can be late(or doesn't show up) Or she brings someone else. Examples, she doesn't want to meet you (highly unlikely if she already said yes), She brought her dad (her dad looks like an ex-soldier with a very mean face and hands that can twist your neck before you can scream), or she lost her way( highly likely, girls have no sense of directions). Plus the countless accidents that can happen to both you and your date.

Meeting Her Dad=The Coaches screaming at you for losing the ball.  

Then we get to the actual date, which is the game (in other words, you got to the game or the place your meeting your date). Now the coaches place you at the starting line up and told you "Your jumping for the ball". When the referee blows the whistle, the ball flies, you got it, and tip it to your team.

You got the jump ball= Your date showed up and you met her (half a good start) 

Now its time for offense, the team runs into offensive positions, since your the best shooter, of course you get the ball, but naturally you don't want it (your still afraid you might drop it) and pass it to the point guard, he looks around and passes it back to you. So your there dribbling the ball, unsure of what to do. Then your brain finally says 'who cares', and you take the jump shot. And you score.

Dribbling=You met her and said hi, then you don't know what to say

Taking the shot=You suggested that the two of you do something (you have lots of guts). 

Score=She agreed to whatever you wanted to do (a very good start) 

Didn't Score= She didn't agree and even worst, her dad doesn't agree (if he did show up). 


After offense, its defense time. Your feel better now that you scored the first shot. But there are still so many ways you can screw up. So you have to keep your wits about you as your opponents dribble and start probing your weaknesses, he looks at you in the eyes, then he begins to scan for an opportunity to score. Looking for the pass to his teammates, the layup or shot to score.

Your opponent looking for a way to score, probing for you weaknesses= Being interrogated by your date, while your mind is still thinking about more ways to screw up. 

Your opponent feinted and took a shot= She asks some really strange and weird questions that will determine whether she likes you or not. 

Your opponent scored= She found out something about you that she doesn't like and is considering leaving the 'date'. 

Didn't Score and your team got the rebound=You survived the interrogation and she likes your answers (well done, she likes you even more now, so far so good). 

Assume that she likes you, we proceed onwards to the activities the two of you do together. Which will probably go like the rest of the game. Whether you win or not, the goodbye is important.

High fiving your opponents in the face (you lost) =bad goodbye (words are not enough man) 

High fiving in a line and cheerful way (you won)=good goodbye (a hug is good) 

The most thing couples that go on a date is forget is taking pictures, the pictures can really come in handy some times. Its proof to your friends that you got a girl/boy friend and went on a date.

I Couldn't be Bothered to Write a Title

My Math teacher has the most American accent I've ever heard.

Every time he talks, I wince. Shudder. Close my eyes. Sigh in frustration. Move on.

I've never really noticed the American accent before. Before I had to listen to it, minutes on end, during the most miserable subject in the world. It's so... annoying. Their errs and zees and 'd' sounding 't's. 

Ugh. Gag me.

This is a pretty pointless post.

I'm just bored..

We're doing linear equations in Math, so it's line graphs and lameness.

I'm used to it though. Being bored in Math, that is.

Let's be honest. Who isn't?

I'm now thinking of a way to turn this into a valid post.

Let's see.

Let's go back to the accents. That could work.

So because I go to an international school, it's pretty common to hear a variety of different accents over the course of the day. American, British, Indonesian, Chinese, Singaporean, Australian, Whatever-Accent-I-Have, and so on and so on. This is perfectly fine. Accents don't really matter honestly, it's just that some of them are more annoying or take longer to get used to.

But then there's the forced accent.

This terrible phenomenon happens when people (I hate to admit this, but usually girls) try to make themselves sound more, I dunno, exclusive or exotic by changing their accents to sound American (when they're actually Asian). This really annoys me. I have to listen to these people every day.

It's not just a subtle American accent, either. Some girls really go all out. I'm talking about inflections (like, what ever) and tilting of the words (like, seeeriouslleey?) and out-loud interspeak (Oh emm gee. El oh el. Bee are bee. Eye dee kay. Jay kay, jay kay.). I can't be the only person that finds this annoying. They give me migraines. 

Just.. Just... Sigh. Go to your happy place, Adelle. Happy place....

This doesn't just happen with American accents, mind you. Some people go all-out British instead. This sounds even more forced because at least with an American accent it's slightly plausible because we're exposed to their media, but with a British accent? 

Puh-lease.

Okay, this is it. It's just a little short boring post, but I couldn't be bothered to add any more to it. XD

Mwah. ._.

(Oh yeah Chichi convinced me to get a sign-thing. This one is okay, no-nonsense. None of that frilly cursive stuff. Just Adellea.)

A Poem On... Failing to Write A Poem

     So I find myself in the incredibly ridiculous situation of having written a poem on failing to write a poem. Which is a paradox. Of which I (as recently as two hours ago) learned the meaning of. Which is truly confusing.
     How could one possibly write a poem about failing to write a poem? I guess I'd better start at the beginning. Which, as Lewis Carroll well knows, is the only place to start.
     For some reason, I find myself sitting at home on a Saturday night watching Vlogbrothers videos on Youtube. And after I have strictly told myself off for spending so much time on the computer, vowed to not touch the computer again for the rest of the evening, disobeyed that vow every time I come back from the bathroom, or finished my sandwich, or sat depressed in a chair by the window wondering the true meaning of life, I somehow thought to myself,
"You know what? I should sit down and write a poem."
     It was only after I sat down with a pencil and two sheets of blank lined paper (which could also be a paradox, considering whether or not the paper is blank if it is lined) that I remembered why I have never written real poetry outside of 3rd grade English class: I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT. So I ended up writing a poem about how I suck at writing meaningful poetry. Let's face it.

1. I don't have a love interest to which I could devote pages of love poetry.
2. Or a pet hamster who just died to which I could write about in celebration of its (regrettably short) life. 
3. I live in Indonesia, where I can't even write about how Spring has come or anything. Because it's Summer ALL YEAR LONG. 
4. It's a Saturday night, it's hot and quiet and my brain is on vacation.

     Okay, I've held off on this long enough, behold, the poem about writing a poem (which, I notice I have previously failed to mention, is not actually titled Poem about writing a poem.

White Blank Page

By: Chichi

Staring at the white blank page,

Failing to fill it up with rage.

Nor sadness, joy, nor fear of age,

Of which is nonexistent.

Perhaps I'd better fill my days,

With other thoughts in other ways.

But at this moment no sun rays,

For night has come upon us.

Despite my love of words throughout,

I think the world would be better without,

My dreams and thoughts and various doubts,

Expressed in horrid rhyme.

Either I do not have the power,

To do anything but glower,

As I try to capture streets and tower,

Forever on this paper.

Or else such things were never meant,

To be imprisoned, so unkempt,

In such lines of vague intent,

As these are sure to appear.

     There. I've done it. Typed out the poem for all to see. At least no one will ever accuse me of being a coward.

Lots of love,

P.S. As many people have commented on it, I should make an official statement that, NO. This is not my actual signature. You can get your online signature for blogs and stuff at this website.

P.P.S. I just want to say that I'm really really upset that I can't get John Green's The Fault In Our Stars at any bookstores here in Jakarta. Which makes me really mad  I'm a nerdfighter and an enormous fan of John Green's books and  I cannot stand not being able to read that book whenever I want to. So Boo-hoo.