Posted by Abel | Posted in Personal, Photography, Thanks, Video | Posted on 25-08-2010

School freaks me out today. We had spotcheck- which is the most ridiculous activity that could only be done by school. & this time, they aim everything- hair, body and bag. I was really shocked when the teacher announced and asked all of us to sit down. We went like OH SHIT, SPOTCHECK! Then some of the guys who gel their hair like damn chio tent to make it flat. I can’t flat my peacock hairstyle ’cause I blow it up. -____-
Luckily I did not get caught by the teachers ‘else this will be a frustrating post again. My friends and I were so worried that the discipline teacher walked towards us ’cause they will definitely check on our hair and start calling our names out and give us a free haircut. That sucks I tell you.
School should cut down all these useless activity and winding up some professional teaching instead. & not we have lack of Physics teacher ’cause our current one is in hospital waiting to born her baby. I mean like why can’t you have sex during the month of last year’s August then you could born your baby on this year’s December or something?
Not like I actually care and I don’t appreciate my school teachers especially some lame ones. They taught you, and if you ask them to repeat again, they will either cock stare you or tell you to ask your friend and repeat what she’ve said just now. Eh dude, we’re not trying to insult you in public. We’re confused by your teaching skill and that is WHY we asked you to repeat it again don’t you understand?
My entries are full of rantings. Perhaps it’s good for you to actually realized what happen to me and you can appreciate that life is not easy at all.
You know. Someday, when you wake up in the early morning. The person who sleeps next to you will tell you that they don’t love you anymore. But I will not. I will fucking love you. And that is the thing. I want my readers to know that I’m forever there for them and I’m not those bimbotic blogger who blogs about the person they hate and Twitter is for stalking or whatever shit.
Blogging is all about passion. & passion is such an amazing thing that could make you become the man who stood still at the end of the day. Without passion, blogging is nothing. Don’t blog because your friends wanted to read your entries, blog for your own and keep it as a memory so that you could rewind back and realized how silly you are and what you did on the specific day.
I’m presenting you 2 videos from Youtube. A couple of short clips, take a look. :)
When I had my lunch I decided to went to Youtube and search some short clips before I take a short nap. And the short clip touches me so much! & now I’m appreciating my life and I will not give up in small things like- solving the fucking hard chemistry equation or memorizing the history notes for exam and moral values, etc.
The 2nd video clip shows an ordinary guy without hands and he could play piano with his feet really well. He quoted- nobody stipulated that piano must be played by hands. Could you imagine how hard is he trying to show people that he could live a better future?
What are we guys doing here? Eat, sleep, shit and eat again. We should do better than them. They are suffering from all kinds of diseases and they did not give up on themselves and they want to continue their life eventhough there’s alot obstacles they are going to suffer with.
The 1st video clip was the most touched video clip that I’ve ever watched in my life- I’m not trying to act romantic or a kind person here, you’re damn bloody heartless if you laughing at the two people on the videoclips. That girl was a 23-year-old girl who looks like a child and she has a boyfriend who has the same height as her and he was 24-year-old. They’re trying their best to do what they could. Life is all depend on you, decisions are all controlled by us.
So think of it, if you think you’re the worst person on earth, they are twice worse than you. But they’re trying to prove to all the people in the world that they could live like a normal human being.







































