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July 13, 2011



Here is my newly painted room. This bold color covers up my boring pale blue walls, that looked white, with an awesome shade of orange call tangerine. I think it turned out okay. (Sorry for the terrible lighting….)

Ya dig?

I think I’m on my way to becoming a professional painter, don’t you think? 😛




late night events

June 15, 2011

I don’t understand what is the problem of coming home at a “late hour”. I mean sure it’s somewhat late into the evening, but it’s not that terrible, right?

I hung out with some people today-various people at various times-and I couldn’t help, but have fun with the people I enjoy being with. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

Well, I come home “late” and my parents are right on my case. They ask me:

  • Where was I?
  • Who was I with?
  • Do you know what time it is?
  • What were you doing?
  • Why did you not answer our calls?
  • Why do you not call us?
  • Why do you have to come home so “late”?

Here’s what I said:

  • I was with person one and person two for a while. Then person three.
  • Yes.
  • I was having a drawing party with person one and two. Then I had dinner with person three. Hung out later with person three around the lake front, just minding our own business.
  • I just didn’t answer your calls.
  • I didn’t feel like it.
  • It’s not that late.

So my father proceeds to go take his shower during my mother’s mid-questioning.

My mother continues on: Do you not understand that there is a mother at home that is always worrying about you? That cares about you? That would love to spend time with you? That would like it if you came home earlier?

Being an ass, I said: Yes, but honestly, mother, it’s not that late. And even if I spent my whole evening and night at home, I would just play video games, watch a movie, clean my room, or just read. Going out with friends is a lot better than being a potato at home. (By the way, I hung out with my mother for a WHOLE FREAKIN’ day yesterday….from 8am-sleepy time)

Mother continues: You obviously don’t care about me. You don’t care that I worry about you. You think it’s my fault that I worry. You think that it’s my fault I can’t sleep at night. You think it’s your fault that I WORRY TOO MUCH. You don’t care about me. You think this whole conversation is a joke. STOP SMILING.

I do care about my mother. I care my father as well. I know my mother worries all the time. She’ll never stop. I’m sorry for being such a pain in the neck, but I can’t be trapped inside all day.

I smile a Mona Lisa smile and say: Well, smiling is a much better response than OMG. I HATE YOU MOTHER. ANGER ANGER ANGER. Ugh. I’m so depressed. Ugh. I’m so angry at you. Pout pout pout. Isn’t that so?

Mother: I can’t believe you. Your brother was just the same. And now you? How could have raised such terrible children? How did I end up with these kids?

Me: Mother, you just need to lighten up a bit. In this society every teenager goes out with friends. They go out at night. They have fun. They live a little. What’s going to happen when I leave for college? Are you going to constantly call me every night to see my whereabouts? Are you going to drive three hours to see me and make sure I’m alive and safe in my dorm each night? I mean, that’s a little ridiculous if I say so myself.

Mother: I want to start asking teenagers if they actually come home late and if they stay out at night. I want you to stay home everyday. Or else you better be home when I get home. Give me your keys.

Me: No.

Mother: Give. Me. Your. Keys.

Me: No.

Mother: You might as well give me your keys, because if you go out, you’re not coming home. So you might as well go out and have fun.

Me: I will go out and have fun, but I’m not giving you my keys. I will stay out at night. I will enjoy my summer.

Mother: What is it going to take for you to understand that it’s dangerous out there? That there are many accidents you can get into in the outside world? Are you just going to get in some sort of an accident and then realize that it’s a terrible place to be?

Me: This world isn’t the most “perfect” place to live in. Life is full of chances. The odds of that happening can happen. The odds of it not happening is also possible. You have to just take a chance and live a life.

Mother: HA. HA. HA. Chances? You only get one chance at life, and you cannot waste it. You have to be safe and avoid all problems at all cost. No accidents allowed.

My mother cries silently in her seat.

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, mother. I can’t be. I make mistakes. I get into mistakes. I get into accidents. I try to get out. I learn from what I’ve done. I get the job done the next time. I’m only learning still, and I’ll continue to learn in the later years. The time is to make mistakes now. It’s much better than when I’m crusty old.

My father comes downstairs and says: Answer your phone next time will you? You know that some people worry about you? Why do you even have a phone? What’s the purpose of a phone? If you don’t call home or answer our calls, honestly you don’t need a phone. Just call next time will you?

I play that weird hand trick with my hands that go…here’s a church/here’s a steeple/open the doors/and see all the people. Obviously I just ignore him. He has no right to tell me this when he’s the one that rarely comes home, that comes home at four in the morning, that drinks like a mad alcoholic, that DOESN’T answer his phone when my mother calls him, that never gets in trouble for anything he does. Okay, I know he’s much older than I am, and he’s my father, but clearly if he can go out every night and not get scolded ever by my mother, I think this is ridiculous.

My father continues: You’re not old enough to do anything in the real world yet. You are not ready to go out at night. You cannot handle all those problems. You’re not old enough to listen to yourself. You’re not old enough to make good decisions. That’s why we are here. We are here to keep you safe.

Okay, I’m not old enough? I’m 18 and by law I am an adult. ADULT. To their eyes I’ll never be an adult. I’ll never be able to be myself. To be a person. Yes, I know I avoided their phone calls. I did it because if I answered they would be on my case. I might as well handle it when I get home rather than when I’m out in public or with friends.

I do have a question for all. How late do you guys stay out with friends? What’s the earliest time (on average)? What’s the latest time (on average)?

Oh parents. You guys are just amazing.



June 12, 2011

Well, my summer vacation has started and I graduated! How lovely.

The weather here has been pretty bi-polar. One moment it is stuck in the 90s and the next the 50s. That’s Chicago weather for you. However, I don’t mind this sudden change. It allows me to love hot weather when it’s cooler and cooler weather when it’s too hot.

Anyway, now that it’s my vacation time, how shall I spend it?

Honestly, I’ve been the laziest person-a jobless hobo. I spend my days either hanging out with friends, playing video games, or watching movies. I know, I’m that awesome. 😛

Seriously though, I need to find a job. I cannot head off to college without some pocket change. I just need to find a place that’s hiring, because my last job got shut down due to renovations. Hmph.

Wish me luck.

Summer of 2011. Here we go.


bear grylls/survivorman stunts?

May 18, 2011

All right, so I have been a little busy here and there, but this past weekend was the bomb. Legit.

I signed up for this class, Adventure Education II (I took level one last year, which was awesome), last year knowing that it would be hardcore survival, physical, and mental challenge. Before this weekend it was pretty chill and simple. I learned more about wilderness survival, more rope tying knots, and having a fun time with my classmates aka teammates. This past weekend, we were put to the test. My class and I went on a survival trip three and a half hours west of our school. Our gear/pack consisted of…

  • 6 film canisters (3 with spices with spices, one with baking soda, one with lint, and one with butter/crisco)
  • 1/2 cup of rice
  • Water Canteen
  • Paracord (50-100ft long)
  • Rain jacket/poncho
  • Something to dig with
  • Knife of your choice
  • Tarp
  • Pot (to cook with…not that other stuff :P)
  • Extra pair of socks
  • Clothes on your back
  • One blanket
  • Two Altoids Tins (One is the first aid kit, and the second your survival kit. Both are filled with things you think you need)

We packed everything we needed and wrapped it up with our paracord and tarp. Made a nice burrito bag. 🙂

Rainy and cold as the day started for our trip we manned it out. We got to our “camp site”, which was in the middle of nowhere, and most definitely not within the state park, started to build our shelters. I ended up being in the Alpha group and we had to build a Swami Seed. It was nice, since the ground was wet and it rained all day and night, but it was the most uncomfortable sleeping arrangement. I felt bad for the Beta group, since they had to make a fox hole to sleep in. The ground was freezing. The other group, Charley, had to build a debris hut, which wasn’t too terrible. Anyway, when my whole group got on the swami seed that night, we had to stop moving so much because any movement we had, a crack from the wood would sound off. We were like “SHIT. Don’t move!” Nonetheless, my group had the best shelter made out of the three groups, and we got an extra dinner. That night we had some MREs (Military Ready to Eat food). Oh man, that chili mac tasted so good with those spiced apple slices. I think I never appreciated food that much in my life. That night we went on a night hike through the fog and rain, just for kicks. We didn’t bring our flashlights, so it was a true night hike. I had so much fun just talking and singing about the most random-est topics with the guys. Eventually we headed by to our site and chilled around the fire drying our clothes.

The next day we woke up around four in the morning due to the uncomfortable sleeping shelters. We bummed around till seven and then received our breakfast (Ate that like we hadn’t eaten in weeks!). Then we headed off on a hike to build/set up the level one kids’s climbing stuff, since they suck and cannot do anything correctly. Afterwards my level two class and I went free climbing on this rock. I have never free climbed in my life before, and it was amazing. I freaked out at first, but I realized that I have the mental, potential, and physical set to complete these tasks. Even the weakest members climbed with a bit of help from the stronger members. After everyone got to the top of that rock, six of us continued to climb up another rock on top of that rock, and I was one of them. As much as it was an extra climb, it was worth the brutal pains to get up there. The view is incredible.  Being up about sixty feet was stunning. I wish I had a camera to take a snapshot. After everyone got down we headed up the hills on another hike to another rock face to free climb. This time was much harder since there were barely any holds, but a huge crack that went from the bottom to the top of the rock. Apparently, I was the fastest climber to complete that face. I WAS ON FIRE. That forty feet was nothing. I had to climb another 20 to get a better view and some food. I climbed that rock like no other and received a huge bag of trail mix. Man, I was in love. The view was gorgeous and the food was delicious. Then my teacher decided to have anyone who completed the climb to army crawl with a rope across this gap about 10 feet wide. We set up this rope bridge and completed it. Scary as shit, I had fun. The only thing that bothered me was that my teacher kept telling us about all the people who got injured climbing these rocks. I don’t want to hear about people getting almost near death from these climbs! I just want to get to the top and enjoy myself. Anyway, later we hiked three miles up and down to another site were we built our animal traps and baskets. Afterwards we hiked about seven miles to get back to our campsite. The sun was shining and the wind was strong, but the woods never looked lovelier. We hiked a total of about ten miles that day and found a ton of scat and a few animals. That night everyone scored some chicken, an orange, and a huge baked potato to eat. I was bloated. With a surprise at hand we received a pack of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate to make s’mores. My class was happy and full by the end of that night. We even slept like babies, since we got to create our own shelters that night. I became a burrito next to the fire 🙂

I have to say, I want to do more of these extreme stunts. It wasn’t the extreme of the extreme, but it was a start. Hobo packing my gear and free climbing like no other, is the life. Getting away from the city life and taking a few steps back to explore and think about myself really cleared my mind. This was probably a once in a life time chance to do insane activities like that, but I want to change that. I want to see how far I can push myself from my comfort zone, discover myself, and find my limits, even though this all sounds cheesy.  Having to live and work so much without food and a decent shelter made me value more about eating anything I could get my hands on and being able to have a warm roof over my head each night. I mean, I am already content to have the things I have, but this trip just made me more grateful about it. Right now, I feel so manly knowing how to handle knives so well, hiking like no other, and climbing anything that came across my path. I overcame something that weekend, and I’m pleased I did.


PS. Survivorman is better! 😛

The orange bandana was given to me when my class got assigned to our groups. GO ALPHA TEAM. PS. I'm so manly. =p

Just a little update on the boring things in life.

May 5, 2011

Exams aren’t over yet, but today was the first day out of this whole week, where I was able to attend all my classes. Whoa. What a shocker. I still have two more exams to complete, but they are next week, and I’m about to crash.

AP exams, why are you so good for my future, yet absolutely dreading?

On another note, I only have three more weeks of school! My mind is slowly easing into “summer mode”, where nothing matters anymore. I have…

  • A ton of English papers/reading to complete for class,
  • A calculus test next week (and another final exam towards the end of this month)
  • A drawing project where I need to complete six final pieces before May 27th
  • An engineering/architecture exam and project to complete (we’re designing libraries and calculating loads and stuff….!)
  • A camping survival trip
  • And a physics project (I want to build a robot, make an awesome video explaining physics…or anything else that sounds awesome).

Any suggestions on the physics project?


PS. In my psychology class, we’re watching Silence of the Lambs. Creepy, a bit gross, but quite interesting.

Back on the Bike….

May 4, 2011
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Im having a pretty good day today.

Day off, relaxing doing a bit of maths for my new record attempt. I’m planning to, in the near future, build a fully electric Caterham 7 to race the Nurburgring and beat the Peugeot EX1’s all electric lap record. It might cost me £30,000, but its an ambition I want to fulfil, plus the math says I can do 250 miles on a single charge, and hit 200mph, maybe.

Also, I finally got back on the bike, well my Dad’s old time-trial bike. Rushing to fill my Team Kennet membership in, I got it all sorted and went out to race on the A4. 10 miles, and my target was anything under 29 minutes.

Ambitious? Some people might think so..

My result? 25:43

I’m happy, very very happy with that.

Maybe I’ll have to take it up more often? You be the judge.


This just in…

May 2, 2011

For anyone awake at this hour, as we know, Osama bin Laden is dead. The US has the body and Obama just made his address to the citizens.

I’m not the type of person to memorize every detail about my country’s and the world’s affairs, but this breaking news, surprised me, in a sense.

Best Hide and Seeker Ever. Number One Most Wanted. The usual names and games.

Of course, I, being an American citizen, I am glad that he’s dead. Truthfully and honestly. I think an AMERICA, FUCK YEAH shirt will be worn in due time. However, I am a bit doubtful about this situation, but I’ll believe it.

He’s gone. He’s gone dooooowntoooooown.

Now with this mastermind torn from his last breathe, I’m sure a lot of Americans can sleep soundly tonight.

And the cheers will ring.