Shucks?

If you searched the web for 'shucks', they'd probably tell it is a slang word. But why shucks? This is completely my thinking and this may not be the correct origin.

You use 'shucks' like it's something of a cry of disappointment, something like that. You use it like:

'Shucks! I dropped that bucket of bleach down the roof!' Yeah well, ya get the idea.

Now if you've noticed, 'shucks' can be replaced with 'shit' and 'f***'. It doesn't sound weird when you replace that with these two. So what I think is, 'shucks' originated from the two words. After all, 'shucks' is kind of like a mixture of 'shit' and 'f***'. But what about the S behind? I really don't know, maybe it sounds more pleasant that way?

I need a co-blogger! Ahhh!!

I'm planning to start a book blog but the problem is, I need a co-blogger or guest-reviewer, whatever. I can't blog alone, I'm not entirely free because school's starting and IT'S A NEW SCHOOL FOR PETE'S SAKE and I'll have to spend time adjusting and adapting and since next year I'm in secondary 1, school and work is gonna get tougher and I just can't blog alone. I really want to blog, but it's be coming a chore if I overdo it. Not to mention, I need to gain statistics and followers and for now, it's practically nothing! I have no idea how to do so and it's stressing me out and it'll be nice to have perhaps one or two contributing to the blog. I can't find anybody to do that, nearly everybody I know finds books boring and even if they liked reading, they can't be bothered to write reviews! Chill, Vi. Cool it down.

Blogging isn't as easy as I thought, especially the gaining statistics part. For all I know, it's posting comments on other blogs, cross your fingers and hope they visit your blog and even then, they're really busy!

I don't have much time to go visiting numerous blogs and commenting. I don't even like to use electronic devices for long and how many comments can I possibly post in an hour? And not every post is worth commenting, who knows how much time I'd waste if I did that?

Pregnant Women

This is pretty crazy and random, but whenever you see a pregnant woman you don't think twice about it. Probably the most you'll go all 'she's carrying' and 'give up your seat'. Other than that, you just go about your way doing your own things.

Just not long ago, something just switched on in me. What if I am pregnant? How does it feel like?

Now wipe that knowing smirk off your face, I don't mean that. I don't go running off with boys and making love with them.*scratches neck uncomfortably* Not that there's anyone I'd like to do that with and anyone who-- Never mind.

How does it feel to have your belly swollen with a child who would most likely be kicking your guts out? Not the greatest feeling in the world, I assume.

In books, whenever a woman is pregnant, she vomits, gets cramps etc. That made me think that I'll never want to do *gulps* that with a guy. Whatever happens is just so... Urgh. No thanks, basically.

And the process of doing so, well, *blush attack* is too intimate. I'll most likely be wishing that I'm somewhere hidden amongst garbage cans than do that. Not that I have to worry. My guess is that no one would want to do that with me since I'm like an emo loser anyway. Fine, I don't wear black shirt and eyeliner, but I can have mood swings sometimes. One moment I'm happy as a lark and the other wishing you death.

Vi

Why I Hate Chain Messages

It goes along the line of something like this:

My name is Forever. I died when I was seven years old in a car accident,

no keep reading, do not stop or you'll die the same fate as me. 

My parents did not care about me. They abused and hated me.

My body was never found. All they found were bloody imprints of hands over the floor.

Send this to 12 other people in 30 mins and something great will happen to you.

But if you don't, you'll share the same fate as me in a day.

Yeah. Something like this. And to people who started this: to hell you go.

Basically, they're just lying twats aspiring to spread lies. Seriously, if you're one of them, I hope Forever seeks you out and you can be best buds in hell.

Because disgusting scumbags like you deserve that kind of fate. 

First of all, who the bloody freak cares about somebody who died in a car accident? I mean, yeah sure, you care when somebody close to you dies but c'mon, this dead girl obviously isn't that. And what can you do if she died? Sink to the underworld and steal her back? Yeah, right. 

And you know the number of times I've stopped just because of that shitty piece of sentence? Hey, I'm still alive and healthy here, dumbasses.

Your parents did not care about you? I’m sorry. But hey, now that you’ve died, they won’t bother you anymore, will they?

Bastards, those people.

And what great damn thing will happen to me if I sent the message to 12 other people? Nothing, idiots! Do I need to slap some sense into you? The only thing that’ll happen is that I’ve lost $1.20 no thanks to people like you.

See? Not only they aspire to spread lies, they plan to fling money out of people’s pockets too.

Fortunately, my IQ which is genius compared to their IQ worth of a sweet wrapper, did not bother sending out the messages. And hey, I’m alive here!

No offense to people who actually bothered to pass on the message, but are you dumb or what? You could have spend that period of time doing something useful than sending a shit-infested crap worthy message. You don't want to waste your friend's precious time, do you? Even just reading the message, they would have missed seconds of their lives towards inevitable death. Don't be selfish and stop wasting people's time. That goes the same to you, starters of chain messages. Time is precious. Stop spamming others with this trash of yours. If you're bored, try to think of ways to catch Nessie. You'll be famous which is way better than being a mindless asswipe.

15 Asian Stereotypes

Recently, I stumbled across a video on Asian stereotypes. It's really amusing to hear what non-Asians say about Asians.
Since I live in Asia, I'm just going to 'correct' things a little. Some of them are true, I must admit, but again, what I say are based on my experience and knowledge. Got that? Not all of Asia are the same.
Before I start, I'd like to acknowledge where I got the examples from.
http://arabella-octavius.deviantart.com/journal/Ultimate-List-of-Asian-Stereotypes-218827341?offset=20#comments

1. Asians are identical; they look all the same to Western people
Understandable. Did you know that I find Western people identical too?

2. Asians have straight, black hair.
We have that, yeah, but some have wavy, slightly curly hair too. Not frizzy, though. At least not anyone that I've seen.
3. Asian eat rice everyday.
I do. It's a staple food. And pretty much everyone in my country eats rice too.

4. Asians eat strange food.
I don't know what non-asians would consider strange, but if ducks, frogs, turtles, shark fin, chicken feet and whatever-nots are considered so then yes. I'm a vegetarian so I don't eat them but they're sold here. If you want to find even stranger food, go to China. I'm amazed at the variety they can eat.

5. Asians find no shame in slurping.
I don't slurp because personally, I find it rude, but the older generation thinks it's okay because that actually shows the person who prepared the dish that it's nice.

6. Asians must get A+ grades. Or else.
There are a few classmates of mine who actually goes to intensive tuition class, some even double for all subjects. I don't know what's with the competitive spirit here and they're actually pressurized to get outstanding grades. My parents aren't like that, but I'm expected to keep my standard by being in the top class.

7. Asians are math brainiacs.
I seriously don't know where you get that idea from. Aw, screw that. Why do most of you think that Asians are good at everything? They aren't! We are humans too, and we aren't perfect. Fine, I always get As for math. But does that mean I'm a math brainiac? No.

8. Asians can't speak English.
What language am I writing in?

9. Asian parents think their kids shouldn't date until university and even then, is still too young.
I don't know about others, but I can have a partner only when I'm 23.

10. Everyday conversation includes "Have you studied yet?"
I don't get this everyday, but one of the first things they ask when I go to a family reunion is this. And "一定要读好书！"
Translation: Be sure to study well!

11. Asian parents love to compare their children against other children.
*nods* Unfortunately so.

12. Asians are terrible drivers.
What? No. Maybe you got that from China. I went there once and there were traffic chaos everywhere.

13. Tigerbalm is their secret weapon.
Tigerbalm rocks! I assure you, this has nothing to do with the tigers. It's just a brand of an ointment or something.

14. Asian women have small curves.
Generally. Curves suck anyway. Piece of unwanted extension.

15. If it's not a birthday party, there is little reason to go out when that time can be spent studying or practicing an instrument.
Hee hee. For my country, generally.

Vi

My Super Short Introduction in Simplistic French (I don't even know how to speak)

Salut!

Mon nom est Violette. J'ai 12 ans. Je suis apprentissage français. (Did I use that correctly?) Je ne sais pas parler français. Je ne sais le différence entre avoir et etre. Je pense que français est très difficile à prononcer.

Au revoir,
Violette

3 Facts about Me #1

1. Pessimism works better for me than optimism

Opimism

Me: I can throw the ball into the hoop! I know I can! I can do it!

*throws*

Me: Yeaa--!

*plops onto the ground*

Me: Shite.

Pessimism

Me: I'm damned. I'm cursed. Nobody cares if I do score anyway. I'm just a piece of crap-worth shit.

*throws*

Me: It's surely doomed to mi--

*score!*

Me: I didn't throw that. It must have bounced off and someone else threw it.

2. Insensitivity

I sometimes literately am unemotional. And insensitive.

There was once where I watched a considerably sad/touching show and I practically didn't feel anything.

(Movie: the orphans' family members abandoned them)

Friend: *teary-eyed*

Me: Okay. And?

(Movie: sister died)

Friend: *trying not to cry*

Me: She's kind of annoying anyway.

(Movie: Brother abuses dog because it was the cause of his sister's death)

Friend: Oh! Why...?

Me: Um. Ouch.

(Movie: Dog follows brother out of loyalty no matter how many times he yelled and shouted at him)

Friend: Awww...

Me: Is this a Hachiko rip-off?

Friend: Vi! For Pete's sake, have some emotions!

(Movie: 'Bad guy' beats the brother)

Friend: *gasps*

Me: Kung fu time!

(Movie: Dog dies)

Friend: *rubs eyes frantically*

Me: *tries to learn Emotions* Aw-www-www? Rest in peace..?

(Movie: brother whispers to the dog to greet his sister in heaven once it dies)

Friend: *rubs eyes furiously till it is red and sore)

Me: Awww. I finally learned how to feel!!!!

*The End*

3. Self-conversations

I literately talk to myself. But instead of a two-parties conversation, I tend to just talk out loud, making comments to no one in particular. Imagine making a video with yourself. You talk to out loud to the camera, right? Yeah, I do that, but with no video recorder.

Things I don't Understand #1

I sometimes don't understand girls.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a girl and I don't understand girls.
Irony.
But again, I'm not your typical girl. I'm those kind that gets buried in stacks of books and never bothers to come out unless I'm nagged at. And if I'm with friends, I spend at least 3 quarters of my time daydreaming instead of talking to them.
Oh well, enough about me. Let's get going.
1. Boy bands.
I don't get why some girls claim to love a particular boy (as in true love, I've even seen some to the extent of writing poems) when they've never met them before. Um. Makes sense?
2. Going toilets together.
Aha. Quintessential example.
I'll admit, I've gone to toilets with my girl friends before but that's when they request me to. Will I ever ask my friends to accompany me to the toilet? No. I don't see the point. I go to the loo with them just because I feel kind of bad if I refuse them.
3. Groups
Some of my friends crowd together like a pack of hyenas. They're inseparable. Where they eat, shit, piss, sit, stand, they are like one united nation.

That's it for now.

Vi

Things I don't understand #3

One thing you should know about me is that 'Strangers think I'm quiet My friends think I'm out-going My best friends think I'm completely insane' kind of applies to me. But it kind of isn't too, because I'm not out-going. I'd much rather curl up in a hole and read my head off. I only talk like the wind when it comes to books. And well, things that interest me. Other than that, my voice goes to hibernation. I'm lying; I actually spend time talking to myself too.

Back to the point, I basically don't talk much. People whom I interact, including my parents, always say I'm bad at socializing. It's not that I'm bad at it, I just can't be bothered. Fine, whenever I'm introduced to someone whom I've never met, I'm naturally wary of whomever. But other than that, it is all 'nice to meet you, you're pretty nice but I just want to wither away to death doing my own things so bye-bye'.

I'm not shy. Every time the teacher talks about people who are shy, heads turn... to me. I'M NOT SHY, PEOPLE, GET A GRIP. Shy is when a person is timid, afraid. I AM NOT. In fact, my first reaction to the asshole-wannabes is to snipe back at them, challenge them. Shy people don't. Hey, you've gotta do that sometimes if you wanna live your life as a wallflower.

I love living in my own bookish/imaginary world, is there anything wrong? So just back off and leave me alone. It doesn't bother me if you call me quiet, but it does if you call me anti-social. I am not. I socialize but I just want to have some alone time where nobody would budge into my space.

So what exactly I don't understand? When people call me anti-social. Why, just why? It isn't that I hate socializing, it's just that I'd much rather do my own stuff. Also, I suck at long conversations. Either, I'd ask too little questions or whenever people talk to me, I zonk out to my own dreamland and thus, not having any comments which results in awkward silence. It's much comfortable with only silence sometimes.
For more than I like, I'm questioned why I don't come out of my room for gatherings or whatever-nots. Firstly, I do come out, but Karma has to catch me in my room, of course. So whenever I'm caught in my room, I get pulled out for a lecture. Typical things. I shouldn't be in the room. Go out and talk. At least just sit outside.

Whoa, there. Listen. I do those things, but the reason I go to my room because I can't stand being around too many people for long. 6 people, tops. More than that, my brain goes berserk. I have to be alone.

Once, in the middle of watching a game, I simply ran off from the sea of people to shut myself in one of the toilet stalls. I breathed in and out, in and out, my brain reeling and giddy. Because all I could think of was too many people, I need to get out now. I stayed in there for quite a while and then when I opened the door to the stadium again, I fled back to the stall again. Reason? The sheer number of humans which thus creates a claustrophobic feeling for me. I'm not claustrophobic; I don't feel that in tiny areas, I only feel that with too much people around.

So if I retreat to my room, don't judge me. I'm not a stoic bastard who thinks too highly of herself to interact with lowly peasants. No. Just no, okay?

Dear Bookish Diary #2

Dear Bookish Diary,

Aw crap, it sounds ridiculous to start off with that. But WHATEVER.

Anyhow, I recently went to China and *cough cough* I didn't like it there.

HEY HEY HEY YA'LL, CHILL OUT. I meant the habits, aye?

1. Bad drivers.

With a honk honk here and a honk honk there, here a honk, there a honk, everywhere a honk
Old--
Oh sorry *inserts sarcasm*, this isn't MacDonald's farm.
But seriously speaking, the traffic there is terrifying. I wanted to attach the vid of it here but this shit-worthy app here doesn't allow so *shrugs* yeah.
So all in all, if you're living in the hotel next to the road like me, you'll most likely be enlightened to hear the melodious orchestral of untimely screeching horns soaring into the air. Never fear, it's a free delightful treat you hear 24/7.
Besides that, you're provided a free yet worthwhile entertainment. Simply try crossing the roads. You'll never regret the exhilarating experience. Cars of vibrant colours surround you 360, appraising you with resounding horns as you make your way through them. A heart-pounding delightful treat.

2. Bad at queuing.

Wake up in the morning and visit the nearest coffee shop. As you queue, discover the creative ways the locals use to jump queues.

3. Spitting.

As you walk past the streets, play a game of 'hot pan' while you avoid the spits. Energetic and refreshing, this would surely brighten your day.

4. Loud voices.

Be greeted with the sonorous voices of males and the soprano voices of females. They echo though the air, loud and vivid. One might consider it musical.

Fine, fine. Enough snark now, yes? I DON'T MEAN ANY OFFENSE. I'm just merely annoyed.

Vi

Dear Bookish Diary #1

Dear Bookish Diary,

I remember I started reading when I was about 5. The first book I read was 'Big and Little'. Whenever I finished a book, I'd be able to paste a sticker at the back. I also had a reading chart where I'd get a reward once I finished 10 books.
I started writing my first story as soon as I could read. It was about fairies. It was never completed though, even before it got lost.
Then before I actually moved to reading middle grades, I read about science information books. I read about storms, hurricanes, archipelagoes, volcanoes, planets of the universe, animals etc. I don't know why I read all these, but I guess the world interest me then. Till now, the world is still intriguing to me with many, many secrets of its own.
When I was 9, I read my first middle grade. The Allie Finkle books, yeah? That's when I started MGs.
A year later, I got my hands on my first YA. In the late 2012, I officially started YAs.
So that's me, diary.

Vi

3 Facts About Me #2

1. Pride

Usually if you comment saying that my dress sense sucks, my room's untidy, I look nerdy etc. I won't get insulted. I seriously won't. Because I don't care a fickle for it.
But if you hit my sensitive spot, which is most likely something of my pride, I'll easily get upset. If you say I'm crap at something I'm kind of proud of, I get upset. Sometimes I find myself sobbing at the simplest thing when I know I shouldn't. I know it's really stupid, but some part of me just mourns at the fact that I'm not good enough and instead of using that as a motivation to do better, I just feel like giving up.

2. Science

I LOVE science, though it's a pretty general term. Especially about the universe. I like to know about planets, the space-time continuum, galaxies from many light years away. I am fascinated at how natural disasters form, from the moving plates to the wind direction. I started reading all these information books before actually starting middle grades. Until now, I've subscribed to a couple of knowledge magazines so... *arrogant face lol* Oh well, call me a nerd but I'm proud of it.

3. Music

I play 2 instruments; the piano and the erhu. I love music, it sounds cheesy but it's like a breath and a whisper that weaves through me, telling me it's little story. I'm better at erhu, not at piano because I kind of suck a little at hand coordination.

Vi

Chain Message #1

Hi my name is Savannah. I'm 11 years old. I am very similar to you... Did I mention to you that I'm dead. A few years ago a group of girls pushed me down a sewer hole to try and embaress me. When I didn't come back up the police came. The girls said that I had fell and everyone believed them. The police found my body in the sewer. I had a broken neck and my face was torn off. Send this message to 15 people after you read the whole message if you value your life! A boy called David recieved this message. He just laughed and deleted it. When he was in the shower he heard laughing... MY LAUGHTER! He got really scared, rushed to his phone to repost this message... But he was too late. The next morning his mum entered his bedroom and all she found was a message written in his blood saying, "You will never have him back!" No one has found his body yet... beacuse he is with me! A girl called Charlotte recieved this message and she immeadiatly sent it to 25 people (10 more than required). I still watch over every second of her life to make sure that she is safe and to keep her and everyone close to her out of danger. Send this to 15 people in the next 5 minutes if you don't want your fate to be the same as David's. Your time starts... NOW!

TO THE OWNER AND STARTER OF THIS CRAP-WORTHY CONTENT: TO HELL YOU BULL-SHITTING IDIOT GO. GOOD LUCK, HOPE SAVANNAH ACCOMPANIES YOU EVERY SECOND OF YOUR PATHETIC LIFE.

Chain Message #2

Hello, Wish you good luck for your PSLE examination which is around the corner, may you pass with flying colours!

Send this to ;

1 person to get 150-170 marks
3 people to get 190-200 marks
6 people to get 210-220 marks
9 people to get 230-240 marks
12 people to get above 250 marks

Break this chain and you will receive very low marks. Wish you good luck once again! <3

TO THE OWNER AND STARTER OF THIS SHIT-WORTHY LIE: I DIDN'T EVEN SEND THIS TO A SINGLE FREAKING VIRUS AND GUESS WHAT? I GOT A PRETTY GOOD RESULT SO STOP YOUR FREAKING
DAMN CRAP NOW.

Chain Message #3

If u love your mum pass this on to 10 other people. A girl ignored this and her mum died 365 days later. Sorry I love my mum I can't ignore this
I do liao
Hello, I am joyce. I committed suicide last year at 11:59.55pm. I jumped down a 15 level building. By the time I reached the ground, it was 12:00.00am. This was the time my spirit got registered in Gostland. It was also the time when I haunt my enemies in my previous life every night.
Sen this message to 15 people you love and care. Or else, you will be haunt by me at 12:00.00 sharp!! I may choose to end your life on the spot, take you to Gostland to be a prison and torture you, or make you my slave for the rest of the life!!

Don't believe??!!
Look:
Once there was a girl named Jeantte. She only sent this to 4 people. At 12:00.00, I got by her bedside and stabbed her in the heart. In 10 seconds, she was lying in a pool of blood!! But in the morning, her body was no where to be found...

Then, there was this boy called Jacob. He sent this to 13 people. At 12:00.00am, I transported him to Gostland and registered him as my life-long slave. Everyday, he was forced to cut himself with a knife and drip 100ml of blood before serving me. At the 5 day, he fainted and died halfway hammerring the nails on the fence.

And, this my favourite girl, stella. She sent this to 17 people and got 285 for her PSLE. Of course, she was the top PSLE scorer for year 2012.

Still don't believe?? Don't push your luck!!
Go eat for 2 hrs

GROUPS ARE NOT COUNTED

TO THE OWNER AND STARTER OF THIS F***ING LIE: I HOPE JOYCE HAUNTS YOU EVERY SINGLE NANOSECOND OF YOUR SLUM-WORTH LIFE. I HOPE YOUR EYEBALLS GET DUG OUT WITH A KNIFE AND DONATED TO PEOPLE WHO NEEDS IT MORE THAN YOU, THE DOUCHEBAG.

Reasons why people think I'm a total sucker

I'm a total sucker at socializing, especially with strangers. This is what usually happens:

Postman: Is Ms Cori here?

Me: *stares like an idiot*

P: Is Ms Cori here?

M: Ms-- Oh no, she's off to work.

P: Oh, right. Nobody's at home?

M: Uhhh... Yeah...

P: Fine. Sign this paper here and I'll be off.

M: I'm not Ms Cori...

P: *getting impatient* I know, just sign it.

M: But I'm not Ms Cori...

P: *exasperated* I know, it's okay if you're not Ms Cori, I just need someone to sign this paper!

M: Oh, sure, yeah. *fumbles with pen* There.

P: Thank you. Bye.

Smooth move, Vi. Smooth going.
Another scenario which just happened today which by the way, is in a foreign country:

(hotel doorbell sounds)
(I open it)

Lady: Hi! Is this Ms Cori's room? May I enter?

Me: *slow brain trying to process information* Uhhh...

Lady: *thinks I don't speak English* @&%@&% (speaks the country's language)

Me: *stares some more*

Lady: *getting exasperated* @&%@&%!

Me: Uhhh... Sorry I don't speak your language.

Lady: Okay, fine. Is this Ms Cori's room?

Me: *nods*

Lady: Can I enter? I have to serve her the supplements.

Me: *nods* *opens the door wider*

Wow. I'm certainly wonderful at that. *excessive head-desking*

So that's me. The wunnerful Violette of ummm... Slow brain syndrome strikes again. The joy.

absent-minded me!

I am ever so airheaded! 

I walked out of class, thinking it ended. The teacher hands me work and walks out of class, and since I've got my head lost in a daze, I thought it ended! But he merely went to the toilet.

Lucky me, it's just a quarter before the class finishes. I don't have to go back. I am indeed the most scatterbrained in the world!

It dawns me for a moment and I'm struck horrified at my oblivion. However the situation slowly seeps in and I couldn't stop giggling! A girl walking out of class before it has ended! 

It's certainly mortifying, certainly embarrassed, but it's not that bad. They can be hilarious, no?

Coco