The person I love

The person I love

  The person I love is always silent, rarely leading any conversation unless absolutely necessary. This person is always stuck to their phone, too busy dealing with their problems to let me attempt to help them. This person is always glued to their DOTA2 game, never bothering once to ask me to play with them, but that is why I like this person. I like them for the amount of passion they put into the things that they do, even if they neglected me a lot, I was really happy to see that they were enjoying themselves, regardless of my own selfish desires.

  The person I love is a loner; an introvert true and true, who likes to sit at the back of  the class, Reading posts and other things on their phone, not paying attention to the teacher giving their advice in front, but they have a great awareness of movements in the class. Still, they continue to work hard and achieve good results and because of that, despite his introversion, he is very knowledgeable to the outside world. They do interact with me, but I wonder if they truly think of me as a friend, or as a other classmate instead.

  The person I love is an asshole, yet they are so gentle at the same time, almost like they have a split personality. Sarcastic jokes fly out of their mouth constantly, and pain is dealt our accordingly with equal amounts of ugly comments flying through the room. Yet, even after all that, they have the most humility- apologizing to the people who were hurt and giving those who weren't a good thanks or even another sarcastic comment. They truly don't wish to hurt anyone, and want everyone to be involved, and that kindness and that compassion for people is what makes them, at least to me, as flawed as they are, perfect.

  The person I love also has been in pain, even until now they are still hurting, grieving, but they hide it away in their big heart, so no one has to experience the pain that they have been through. It was a good attempt, but eventually I found out, and after a long time of being together, they trusted me enough to share his story with me, as I did earlier in the year. They have the most saddening past, but they also were mature enough to come of those problems stronger and more comfort. They weren't telling me their story because they had sympathy for me, nor because they wanted me to sympathize with them. They were telling me this , because they genuinely wanted what's best for the both of us.

  They say that the friend zone is very pitiful and embarrassing, but in my eyes, that's the wrong belief, because true love wills the good of someone, without there being any form of benefit for the person that loves that someone. Maybe I am in the friend zone, and maybe I am pitiful in your eyes, but your words won't change my actions- I will still love this person, and hopefully, by God's grace, have the strength to not ask for anything in return.

The WOW Factor

 As a student, every day of school can be a bag of mundane repetition, or a load of joy depending on the situation. As such, it is very hard for the students to really find the words to describe the day or sometimes even week properly without using the word 'wow'. The word is used in a way that means that it was either really good or really bad and is rarely used in writing because it is condemned to be a 'simple' word. In almost any other case though, 'wow' is rarely used and as such, 'wow' became a word to hyperbole the happenings of daily life in a positive or negative way. Personally, I have a certain fixation on the events that cause to say 'wow' , or in other words, my wow factor.

 The factor would be extreme and unnecessary sarcastic moments coming from a completely random person hiding away in a corner somewhere in the class.(I'm looking at you,Lee Houng.) These outbursts can either cause an eruption of laughter from the recipient or a total silent ringing in the enclosed classroom, echoing the mutual disappointment among the class. This causes many 'wow's to be flung in the positive or negative manner regardless of whether or the person got it or just feels like freezing in the Antarctica

Colours (The Colouring)

 Painting is an art of deception and mind-washing; the painter weaves whatsoever that he pictures onto whatever medium and the rest is all up to the reader's interpretation... Or is it? Warm colours create a hot atmosphere whereas cold colours create a chilly atmosphere- it's like our brains being modified to interpret the painting as the painter imagines it. So in a way, the free angle to see the painting suddenly becomes narrow and harsh, making the viewer see it in a less open and more specific view. Colours play a big part in our view of life yet at the same time, it makes us all vulnerable to change, as it forces us to change our everyday outlook on life. So, how do we deal with it?

 A hot sun hung in the air, a heat wave blew through the sky and suddenly a man appeared under the vast sky sweating like a dog, and that's absolutely perfect. I wipe the sweat off my brow as I look at my artwork, and although it's not even close to looking presentable to my art teacher, it'll have to do for now. Right now though, I have more important duties to attend to, and I need to get my tools ready. Thus, my painting equipment is readied and put into my bag and I dash out of the art room as the bell rings and the rest of the class chase after me. The sound of their footsteps are beautiful but violent and I would love to have the honour of painting that scene but for now I need to get to my mock battle for my school's monthly examination and everyone seems to love these kind of things.

 Let me elaborate. Our school, Gecko High School is a school for the "specially" talented, and almost all of us here have a "talent" to say the least. A blunt way to say what my "talent" is that I can create things from paintings and bring them to life. It works much better with my writing, but I prefer to preserve that for my own free time. So, my opponent is at the other side of the ring and she seems poised and ready for action. I've heard from my instructor that her ability is to use sound to manipulate enemies,but her weakness is that she has to maintain it for a long time, whereas my ability need a long time to get ready and be useful. So, we have each other's weaknesses covered but the thing is who can outsmart the other first. Before I went in, The referee checked my sketchbook which was of course empty.

 So the mock battle began and for the first 30 seconds we stood at the podium and stared at each other while the crowd kept trying to prompt us to get fighting. I could see the confidence pouring out of the girl, like streams of purple and white while it pulls me to my sketchbook.I can feel my fingers twitching and begging me to paint this but I can't let myself make the first move or else I will lose this. Suddenly, the girl started her chant before singing and now I has ready and hyped for the painting so as she chanted away I drew out the purple and white streams. The purple and white streams had turned into dragons, covered by mist and oozing out purple and white gas respectively. I could hear her chuckle as she saw the two dragons.
 "So you are as stupid as the instructor says." she said under her breath as the dragons soared towards her.
  "My own confidence can't hurt me you dumbass!" The dragons wrapped around her and gave her nuzzles on the nose before stopping and preparing an attack against me. She was laughing out loud now and I was desperately trying to recover from my idiocy. I couldn't have forgotten that her own confidence couldn't hurt her, so why did I feel the urge to draw it? The dragons were getting ready to draw their breath and I was running out of time so I had to act fast. I took out my sketchbook and suddenly, I remembered why I drew the dragons, and I scrambled to draw the solution to the problem. So, as the purple and white mist started to move towards to at such rapid speeds, I raised my sketchbook and used it as a shield.

BOOM! Mist erupted from my previous location and the dragons went away. The crowd went silent as the instructor look for signs of life using the arena's heat sensor.

 "Oh blast. I guess I might have gone too hard on his first mock battle." She started walking towards me and now I was ready for my own attack. As the fog cleared I raised the sketchbook out of it towards her, and the only thing that she had was silence, then laughter. Suddenly, I began to laugh along as the picture of her began to appear into the arena as she looked at it and started to tremble and walk backwards. She begins to chant as the picture of her closes in on her and she finally started to sing. I grinned as the picture began to copy her move,negating her counterattack. Thus, the clone moved in and grabbed her as the arena's victory bell rang. I finally won, and the only thing that happens after the clone returns to my sketchbook is me falling on the floor.

 So, he won huh? He's not too bad right, maybe he can be a representative for our class?

Transfer Student (YAY!)

  So one month ago, we received a new temporary transfer student, Zaki! He was sent here due to disciplinary issues but I see no trace of this in him when he entered. He is actually really kind and caring, maybe he just got involved in the wrong group. He might not study as hard as some of us (not me) but he actually pays attention in class. He may be from an art stream class, but doesn't make him any inferior to any of us. Although he may do some questionable things, it doesn't make him any less human from us.

  He's a decent student, and it's shown that he's actually quite smart, as he is able to keep up with the rest of us in maths although he doesn't look like the type to concentrate. He's also one that loves to crack jokes and throws some unnecessary dialogue to keep the mood up. Although this may be a little disruptive at times, he actually puts a smile on my face sometimes. And over time, I think I've warmed up to him.

  Sadly, he left our class this month, which is good for him, because he can actually study the subjects he studies now. But without him in class, it almost feels less lively. Some may say that Zaki disrupts the class peace, but I will reply, since when did our class have consistent peace. Peace Zaki, and I hope you do well for your exams. :)

Just Your Average Student,

Ryan Isaac

Those 6 words.

  So on one not so sunny day with no clouds, no moon and no stars, I went to school as usual with my tiny bag of various unnecessary things like a storybook, and some empty exercise books. To my own teacher's request yesterday to utilize as much "fancy" words as possible, I stumbled out of my car and trudged with my pessimism into the school grounds. At the same time, I saw other students marching into school enthusiastically while I clumsily strolled down the corridor to my class. People were sleeping in class, talking or even doing their due work. The form 5 students were pacing back and forth the corridor, possibly thinking of ways to evade Pn. Low's capture. The rest of us? We just traipsed our way in and out of random classes in preparation for classes

Earth Day Hype!!!

  So Earth Day is on the 22nd of April right? So, it's time to prepare your mindset on the whole concept of Earth Day, lest you be completely oblivious on the "day of reckoning". I don't have much or pretty much anything to say negatively (Thank God finally I begin to speak positively!) about Earth Day because I appreciate the effort that the world takes to care for the world that we belong to, at least most people. Anyways, I'm gonna talk a little about my experience with Earth Day, and some things I would do, if I had more time. Now, let's get started.

 The message is very simple. NO PLASTIC, NO LITTERING AND NO OPEN BURNING. Basically it's like a much more serious campaign about saving the Earth from the selfishness of us, humans. The rules established by the world about saving the earth are taken to a tithe on this day and this gives me hope for the overall comfort of the society and I hope that people won't forget about these rules after Earth Day, even if it's gonna be very difficult.

Green Thumb No. 0,

Ryan Isaac 

A Message For Parents

Dear parents and future parents,
  Why do you treat the exams as some holy tradition in our, the children's lives? You react very negatively towards our borderline passes, fails, D's, C's, and even B's for some parents. Did you know that we can get mentally and physically strained because you keep on pushing us to our limits because of ridiculous reasons like family honor, bragging rights etc. However, before we all become old and wrinkly, I would like to hand out some advice to future couples and current parents alike.

  Exams are a good way to evaluate a student's proficiency in a specific subject don't get me wrong. Problems arise though when you expect way too much of the student, and relying heaving on stereotypes like," Oh because you're in the first class you MUST get straight A's,' as this causes the student to feel discouraged and unmotivated when they will ultimately realize that their parents' expectations doesn't not always reflect on your own skill in that subject. This causes the student to frown upon their studies and lose interest in school life. This is most apparent in high school life, when our rebellious years begin.

   Furthermore, personally, I think that parents should not constantly spout nonsense about their children. The whole purpose of parents is to show love to the children, a.k.a the future generation, but when you keep bashing us using direct or indirect measures, you're spreading negativity throughout the whole family. This causes many members to be hurt psychologically and it can cause erratic behavior in the child. Many people know the phrase," Like father, like son.", but not many parents actually become proper examples for the children, a lot of them actually pretend that they are.So, when the children swing to the "wrong" side, children get condemned for it.

  To end this, dear parents, try to avoid the love life of your children if possible. I can understand why you would try to stop your child from dating at a young age, because of the obvious risks. However, it is a human right to express one's feeling in life, and you wouldn't like it if somebody stopped you from meeting your spouse right? So how can you reserve your children's right to express their own love in their respective ways. So long as they are taught appropriately in their morals and faith, they will be able to resist the temptation to...... do the things that you don't want them to do. Also if you were planning to use the phrase," Absence makes the heart grow fonder," it's not true in the slightest.

  To summarize,  don't be a busybody and get into your child's life. I say this as a considerate child, longing for my rights to be discovered, and not to get poured in the stereotypes that have been labeled onto my name like glue. Parents please. I just want the best for both parties so let's work together to make the world a better place

Your's truly,

Ryan Isaac

The Week Before The March Holidays

  This week just seems to be the week I get my rage on, as literally every single day has found a way to piss me off and make me write so much shit on this. If you intend to read these things, you're discretion is advised

School Expectations

  I'm here today pissed off the expectations that we as Angsana-nians have to face. I don't know from whence the norm came that Angsana was the "best" class in our school but..... GUYS. YOU. NEED. TO. CHILL. OUT. Seriously, everyone thinks of us as the "best","smartest", and any number of adjectives to describe us a superior group of people. Realistically though, there are many other people that deserve this praise more than us.

  An example of these expectations is the ridiculous range of exams that we are expected to get. To grossly simplify, we are expected to score an A at the minimum whereas say the "last" class is expected to get a D or a C, despite all of us being humans on earth. This expectation has forced us, the Angsana-nians to work ourselves to the limits, only to be discouraged because we are unable to meet these expectations, thus we discourage ourselves to the point of morphing our own personality and vice versa,

  We are also expected to hand in all our homework on time whereas there is usually more leeway for the "last" few classes. Following up on my previous point, in the pursuit of meeting our expectations, we are constantly bombarded with heaps of homework, thus we are unable to study or relax at all because we are constantly buried under the stress of deadlines. In the end, we are forced to burn the midnight oil just to catch up on the studies that we are slow on, and with the endless amount of tuitions that our parents put us under to "remedy" our lackluster results, end up putting us through a whole new world of pain.

  Lastly, we're forced to cope with the teachers' impression of the "best" class. Teachers have the most ridiculous expectations when it comes to class ranking in schools. Honestly, would be motivated teaching the "best" of the "best" or teaching the "worst"? This causes the teachers of the "better" classes to  expect too much of the students there, and expect less of the "worse" classes. This indirectly causes the teacher to teach faster in the "better" classes and expecting the class to follow along even if it is very difficult to do so.

  Conclusively, teachers. PLEASE. Put away your expectations for our class, as we're just as human as any of the "worse" classes. Also please lighten the load you put on us as not all of us can cope with the homework, co-curriculum, and tuition that you expect us to be able to cope with. Thank you in advance.
                                                                                                                        From your dearest student,
                                                                                                                               Ryan Isaac

I'm Stronger Than You Pt. 1

  She approached me with a kind smile and I answered appropriately. Then, I saw a knife swoosh by my face and I dodged just in the nick of time. Another second and she would've made me sushi, but I raise my staff high into the air, and a mist engulfed her, eclipsing her vision and giving me some leeway to escape. Then, off I went. They say that old wounds heal over time, but mine seems to have grown deeper. MUCH deeper.

 The mist dissipated and soon enough she saw me attempting my escape and dashed towards me, knife waving in the wind. I don't wish to hurt her, but she seems to trying to test my patience. I poured a jug of bug potion that she made me on myself, and I suddenly transformed into a beetle. Hovering around her, I bit her with my pincers, basically evolved teeth, and she flinched in pain and tried to swat me with the blunt of her knife.I didn't want to hurt her, but sometimes the ends justifies the means.

  I flied away, looking away from my once beloved wife, I think again why did I choose her but I can't seem to justify my choice. Has she done something to me with her wretched alchemy? Has she poisoned me with my own lust for sexual desires? I always believe I lived a chaste life, but now I'm not so certain, maybe with that photo.... I can figure out why do I hurt from the scars of love, but I'd better make haste, a sleeping women, poisoned my her own poison might wake up and discover my plans.

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AT MY HOME

 I dug around my room, which was untidy and in disrepair, in the slight hope of finding the shredded photo of our wedding day. Blankets and bed covers flew around the room as I tossed the things around aimlessly with the dimmest light of hope. I could hear the banging on my door, along with a loud girlish screaming obscenities like," Open the f**king door or I'll open you open with my knife!" This told me that time was of the essence but was not on my side