The Wild Child

Yesterday I watched a movie called, “Mocking Bird Don’t Sing”.It was about this girl,Katie,who was being held in a room ever since she was born until the age of 13 .Her parents were mentally ill and kept her in a room,tied down to a potty chair,and left her isolated in silence.

Just imagine that.I can’t stand waiting a minute for the bell to ring,when she was locked up in a room,doing nothing for 13 years.13 YEARS!

When she was discovered at the age of 13,she didn’t know how to speak,walk or act human like.It’s also been said that after a person hits puberty,they’re unable to learn how to speak.Sadly,she proved that fact.

She was unable to learn much communication skills,but Kate was one girl who carried this strong bond with anyone she’d see.I’m not sure how old she is at this point,but I’m predicting she’s about 35-40 years old.It’s quite an amazing story,and I recommend it to all.

Today’s Just Not The Day

Today I was completely out of it and unaware of my surroundings.In other words I was dazed and STUPID.During planning class,I had to go the washroom and as everyone knows I don’t have much patience.So i began running and before I had the chance to stop I had crashed right into Mr.B!! (And also the coffees he was holding.)

Luckily,the lid didn’t open when it had hit the floor,but my oh my,I was apologizing like i’ve never apologized before.

“I AM SOO SORRY.”

Bains gives me a look.

“I AM SO SORRY MR BAINS.O_O “

Walks off.

Dammmn,that was probably the worst moment I’ve had with that guy.I was also feeling pretty guilty about it during  Planning Class.Even more humiliated when Simrit asked him how his coffee was after i told her what had happened.

His reply : “It was GREAT,all over my shirt!”(Which was NOT true.Nothing had spilled. >_>)And looks at me.

Then a girl named,Tanisha asked him what had happened and he said ” Sophia was going 100km/ per hour and crashed into me.”

Everyone started cracking up.

T_T It was very embarrassing.

After P.E class,Jus and I were seriously out of it,so we rushed to our lockers,got our things,and got out of the building as fast as our legs could take us.

As i waited with Jus till her sister came by,I began talking to her with my spanish binder in between my legs because I was also putting on my gloves.When her ride had arrived,we said our good byes and I went home only to realize that I wasn’t holding my binder in my hand.I started to retrace my steps in my mind and figured that the binder must’ve fallen without me noticing it as i was talking to her. The worst part is,my spanish project that’s due tomorrow is in that binder.T_T I worked extra hard on it.

Right now,I’m just hoping someone had found it.

If not,that’d really suck. T_T

LOOOOOOL !

He’s the best story teller of our time.

Respect

Think about it.If you don’t treat others with respect,do you honestly think you’re going to get it from me?

It doesn’t matter whether i know a person or not,if he/she disrespects someone,and if I witness it,I automatically lose my respect for them.Some people say things that are just unnecessary.What is the point? Are you purposely trying to make that poor fellow feel bad? If not,

well that’s how I’d see it.

And hey,I may be nice sometimes,but i’m not afraid to show who i can be.

>_> Sheesh.

For A Friend

Isn’t it strange how a simple smile can disguise everything you’re going through? People start to see you as happy,and outgoing,and blablabla.So funny how they don’t suspect a thing about how you’re truly feeling in the inside.I know for a fact,that everyone I see at school have little problems,some much larger than others,but when we’re mixed together,you can’t tell the difference.All you can see are teenagers doing there thing.Smiling away and doing what they’re best at; pretending.

Pretending that the world is treating them with the utmost niceness that anyone has ever been treated with.Yeah,right.

I find it better to express emotion rather than hiding it away from the world.Why keep all of these painful bottles of sorrow inside of you when you can bloom in the midst of the crowd.Talk,write,draw,and share this misery so the rest of the world can learn something from it.So we can learn to be more grateful and empathic to our surroundings. So we know how another person is feeling before we go shouting in their face.So we can see that no one is alone in any of this.

As I look around myself, I see all of these people,all of these people I call friends,are anything but friends.They’re strangers hiding away from the world.And whether these bottles hold big or small aching pains in them,they are still called sorrows.

Please don’t hide.Share your grief.

We are all in it together.

12 Muscles

After the 1 kilometer run today,I barged into the small gym only to hear Mr.B asking the class if anyone wanted to be goalie.Before thinking,my hand shot up and I cried out, “I do!!”

Being in net was one thing I’ve always wanted to try.Although I tend to feel kind of pressured when people are relying on me,it didn’t stop me from calling out what I intended to do.

So there I was,lying on the floor being strapped to these unfamiliar leg pads.As I got up,I managed to fit my big head in one of those uncomfortable helmets that made my glasses dig into me.I had to walk like a penguin,and boy did i feel out of place! Everyone I made eye contact with started to giggle or grin.I really hadn’t expected hockey equipment to feel so awkward and irritating.

Anyway,the moment B dropped that orange ball,the game had begun.I started to have second thoughts but it was already too late.My heart suddenly began to pound as I heard the sound of hockey sticks smacking against each other.BUH-DUMP-BUH-DUMP-BUH-DUMP  I tried to keep my eyes on the ball,repeatedly telling myself to focus.  But i couldn’t! I,Sophia,was afraid of a stupid ball! How can this moment of realization be any worse?!

” WOOOOOO!!!” Mr.B smacked my helmet as he took a shot and scored.He was one wild P.E teacher!

I gave him one of my “don’t have to rub it in” looks.Okay,so maybe i ended being afraid of the position i was in,but hey,I didn’t surrender my place to someone else.Neither did I give up.Again,I was there to do what I intended to do,and that was to KICK SOME a**!

I began to hum one of my favorite songs by The Beatles,and soon my eyes were cemented to that orange sphere.My heart went back to it’s average beat and I had a good grip on my hockey stick.The ball suddenly flew towards me as I grasped it in the air.

“NICE save,Luongo!” Mr.Bains cried out,making me use 12 muscles to smile.

It wasn’t the greatest experience I’ve ever had with hockey,but it sure was nice to hear a compliment.And whether i still felt this little ball of fear in me,I wasn’t going to let it bring me down.

At least not until it smacks me real hard.

: |

Life Sucker

Life Sucker;Human based illustrations that represent what mortals do best.Suck the life out of shit.

I have begun to take an interest in abstract art,and lately I’ve been searching for things to draw.Abstract art is a kind of idea you get in your head or even spot randomly as you take a brisk walk to a park or just observe your surroundings.Some find it weird,others find it very interesting.I fall into the “fascinated” category.Anyway,today was the day,that I felt beyond desperate for some inspiration.Lately,I’ve been lacking inspiration while doing what i do,and I’ve come to a realization that my work is turning out like crap without this certain feeling.I’ve been searching for an idea,sometimes just laying on my bed  thinking endlessly about what i could draw,what would be the perfect abstract image..Today I’ve figured that I needed someone’s help,and man oh man,if there’s one thing I hate to do,it’s gotta be asking for help.I like to give others a hand,but asking for a hand is very difficult.

Even if I don’t seem to show it.

Anyhow,I thought the best person to ask for help was a person who was wise and full of experience.That lead me to pick on who else,but the one,the ONLY,Mr.T! : O

So I made my way to my sanctuary,(the art class),and asked T-o,as i call him,where he gets his inspiration from. He immedietley pointed outside. “THERE!” he exclaimed dramatically.He then showed me an example by cutting a couple of sheets of paper and placing a square shaped frame on top.Suddenly,the gears in my mind began to shift,and I heard the alarm set off,awakening the right side of my brain.In other words,the creative side. : D !

So he handed me the white frame,and away I went! This way to that,here from there,framing everything that looked abstract or just plain cool.And boy did it help! I’ve already got 3 ideas,and the first one is based on the statement I wrote above.Who knew,that all i needed for this LONG dreadful period of time full of bland ideas,was a frame.And of course,someone’s wisdom!

At last,inspiration had hit me!

Kurt vonnegut

“If you really want to hurt your parents and
 you don’t have nerve enough to be homosexual,
 the least you can do is go into the arts.”
 –Kurt Vonnegut, Jr

LOL! I gotta say this writer talks as well as he writes

A Late Resolution

From THIS DAY ON,I WILL TAKE AN OATH TO EAT HEALTHIER THAN BEFORE!

BLAH!

I haven’t felt this pissed for quite a long period of time.I mean,yes I tend to get pissed quite alot,and many of my posts revolve around my anger,and that’s also the reason I listen to heavy metal,BUT The levels of my rage vary depending on the situation.Anywho,Let me show you a brief scale from 1 to 5.

1 – Nagging.I HATE when people nag,whether it’s a little kid or a friend.Fortunately,I can handle it pretty well.

2 – Ignorance.When people ignore your opinions,beliefs,but especially feelings.How can you be so antipathetic to ignore someone’s feelings?!

3 – Name calling.Your a BITCH.Or your a SLUT. BUt the WORST,is “You’re a RETARD.” Oh man.I’m telling you now,never EVER call anyone a retard in front of me.

4 – Violence.Not only is being physical a big turn off,but also something that can make me errupt.It shows that you have a lack of communication,or you’re just being stupid.I dislike people who don’t use their minds to the advantage.If you have the ability to be smart and clever,why be stupid and dumb?

5 – Hypocrisy and Irony – When someone tells me to do something when they don’t even bother doing it themselves.This makes me angry,and if you’re anywhere near me at the moment,you’d probably see CAUTION:STAY AWAY written all over my face.

Anyway,the reason for my anger today took place during Planning Class…

The teacher had assigned the groups we were supposed to work in for this project.As I predicted,I got stuck with 4 guys(as always).Out of the 4,Levin was the only one I liked.I’m not going to mention who the other 3 were,as I don’t think that would be a bright idea.SO i’ll use #1,#2, and #3 in replace.

At first,it was fine.I managed to actually enjoy being in a group with them.The next day,however,I had errupted.The # 1 guy was assigned to buy the poster and so he did.So as they were sitting down,I started to work on the title of our project but accidently misplaced a letter.This was done in felt,so we couldn’t magically make it disappear.#1 and #2 suddenly began to spazz.#2 was going balistic.He was all “OMG.YOU MESSED IT UP!!!” And #1 was seriously going to sue me because the poster costed 2 bucks.He was all ”I’m not buying the poster again.You have to buy the poster.”

My reply : “Calm down,we could just use the back.” : |

His reply : “But the back isn’t as shiny and glossy as the other side!!”

At this moment,I was thinking : Wow.These guys are gonna drive me nuts.It’s just a damn poster,I’ll buy a hundred to make his ass happy.

My reply : Than we’ll just have to improvise.

I then began to make the “O” into an “R”,trying to my hardest to convert the letter so they’d shut up.But no,that was the opposite of what I got back.

#1’s reply : ” Ew.That just looks retarded”  

Before going into spazz mode,I told him that I didn’t like when people used that word and explained why.He seemed to be pretty amiable about it,so i went back to work.He then says it again,and i give him a vicious look,but went on working.

Both #1 and #2 began to start spazzing again,talking about how they should’ve told #3 to write the title instead.

My thoughts : HOLY MOTHER! It’s just a freaking TITLE.

As I ignore the two immature freaks,and keep working on the title,you wouldn’t believe what # 1 had called me.

#1 : You’re retarded.

I look at him straight in the eyes,try to keep my voice steady but fail to and cry out: WOW,I have never EVER come across such a big SPAZZ ATTACK IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE FREAKING LIFE!!!

And give him astonished look.

#2’s reply : That’s so mean.

I chuck the pen on table and get up :I’m done.You guys can do this on your own.

I then walk away and begin to talk to Nasima of how much of a donkey those two stupid guys are.And then i go to Jus,sighing in disbelief.Once I had almost started to calm down,I hear # 1 saying,

“Sophia has to owe me two dollars.”

I ignore this as well,thinking of how cheap this,this I DONT KNOW WHAT HE WAS BUT HE WAS ACTING AS IF STOLE HIS WHOLE LIFE’S SAVINGS!

Then #2 starts calling my name.

“Sophia,Sophia,Sophia.Come help us!”

My reply: Come help you?! What ARE you DOING!? Your just SITTING THERE DOING NOTHING.You haven’t even gotten TWO points DOWN.TWO POINTS!!    !@#$ OFF.

As I turn my head back to jus’s table,Sukhi glares at me like i’ve lost my mind.And I certainly had for the time being.Only some have seen me at my utmost furious mood,and man o man,I am not the one who usually takes shit,so it was DAMN hard to keep myself in control.As I tried to calm down,I took a deep breath,only to hear #1 telling #3 to get my attention.

# 3 then throws our assignment sheet on top of my head,which just hit the spot.I couldn’t take it anymore.I stomped towards Ms.Smith and told her what # 3 had done.Smithie began to have a tantrum attack as well and told him to “GET OUT!”

Finally,after that,they had kept silent throughout the rest of the class.I just couldn’t believe how these 3 guys were such spazz attacks.I mean,the way they were dealing with the situation was how a grade 2er would deal with it.It surprised me.It also made me view people in high school in a different way.I’ve decided that the next time I have to work with someone who i thought was a good person,I’m not going to treat them with the utmost respect,because one way or another,whether it be at the moment or some other day,they’re gonna be an ass at some point.I’m done with making new friends and being all nice.I’ve also decided that the friends I hang out with now,are the only friends that I will ever be good friends with.

The rest?

Screw the rest.