So it’s been fun writing random stuff and taking care of this blog, but I will not be writing here anymore. I didn’t like leaving things without confirmation so I’ll formally say I will not be posting anything else. It was kind of obvious though since my last post was five months ago but just saying. =P
So you know that moment, when you look back on your old blog posts and your face starts cringing at all the embarrassing stuff you wrote?
Usually if I was the old me, I’d end up deleting all my posts to get rid of the evidence, but I’m not going to. Wait, the old me? I’m not much different from how I was earlier…
I guess what I mean is that it’s interesting going back to see what kind of person you were and you can’t just delete that person right?
Somehow though, I’ve managed to keep this blog alive, even though it seems I’ve gotten into the habit of one post a month. I think I’ll start writing more often.
Anyways, this post was just an update. No random story from my childhood and anything like that. So see ya soon!
“What travel lessons have you learned the hard way?”
When I published an earlier post, this question was on the page under “Ideas for Next Post” and I knew I just had to answer this. ^_^
First of all, let me say the first time I went on a plane was when I was eight years old. I was just a kid, so you can’t blame me for this kind of thing right?
The story started when my family was at the airport, checking in our bags underneath the x-ray scanner thing. When we reached the other side of the conveyor belt I went to grab my backpack but instead ran into this menacingly towering security man. He informed my family that he had to look inside my pink, glittering, Disney backpack. I, thinking that it wasn’t normal precaution, thought, “Why the heck is this dude looking through my stuff?”
He opened the zipper, checking the main compartment and rummaging through papers, crayons, and pencils. Just useless, unimportant stuff really.
Then, he pulled out a very large scissor.
No, it wasn’t one of those tiny, rubber, safety scissors you might find in a kid’s backpack, but the very large, durable, could-probably-hurt-someone-if-you-tried, adult scissors.
If only you could see the look he gave us. One eyebrow raised on his crinkled forehead and his eyes asked, “And what did you plan to do with these?”
Okay, now let me explain why those scissors were in my backpack. Earlier that day, I had received a have-a-nice-trip goodbye card from my friends at school. So sweet right? They all wrote “we’ll miss you” and stuff like that on it, but on the front of the card they taped a very delicious-looking green lollipop. I wanted to eat it of course so when I got home, I tried to rip it out, but they must have used an entire roll of clear tape to trap that sucker in!
“I’ll just cut it,” I thought, so I used a pair of scissors. We were about to leave soon and I didn’t want to go all the way to my room to put the scissors back, and of course I wasn’t going to leave them on an open counter, that’d be dangerous, so I threw it in my backpack, forgetting all about it.
See? A harmless incident.
The security guy didn’t think so. Fortunately though, in the end he let us board the plane. I was just a kid after all, but he confiscated the scissors.
So as for the travel lesson that I’ve learned the hard way: Don’t put large scissors in your luggage. Or rather, check to see if there’s a pair of scissors in your luggage before you go to the airport. I suppose this isn’t helpful for you normal people who would never put scissors in their luggage in the first place, or sadly, you people who never get goodbye cards with lollipops on them, (Yeah, I said it -.-) but hey, you never know.
At the end of that whole incident though, as we were boarding the plane, I couldn’t help by think, “Dang it, those were good scissors too.”
This is a conversation that I had with my older sister way back in late elementary school. Looking back at it, it makes me wonder what kind of child I was…
Sister: Hey, you know what uses up the most water in the bathroom?
Me: (thinking she probably learned it from school today) You mean choosing between the shower, sink, and toilet and stuff?
Sister: Yeah, which one do you think wastes the most water?
Me: Hm. The toilet?
Sister: (eyes grew wide) Yeah! How did you know that?
Me: Cause well, you asked me that question hoping surprise me with an interesting fact right? So I thought, what answer would be the most surprising or interesting.
Me: So, toilets are the most interesting thing in the bathroom.
Sister: (-__- ) Never mind.
“Tomorrow is 11/11/11, not 11/11/11 bloody Americans.”
I looked at it for a second and then squinted. I didn’t get it.
Many people have been posting this all over twitter, facebook, and on their blogs with the comments mostly being “LOL” and “Haha great post!”
So, for those who also didn’t get it, let me spell it out for you.
Americans style of writing dates is month/date/year, but the British style is date/month/year.
Get it? With 11/11/11, you can’t really tell what’s the month and what’s the date.
Not that funny right? Yeah, I was disappointed too when I figured it out. I’d thought it’d be some secret hilarious insider joke or something.. -__-
Anyways, tomorrow is Veteran’s Day or Remembrance Day! I hope everyone takes their time to remember those who have served, died while serving and those who still haven’t returned home yet. =)
Me: Hey, when’s your birthday?
Person: Huh? It’s January 4th.
Me: Oh, ok.
Person: Why? Oooh, could it be that you’re getting me a present? XD
Me: Uh, no…
Person: Huh? Then what?
Me: I was just planning to be nice to you on that day.
This is just a random post after being inactive on this blog for about…one month now. School’s really been killing me…
But what I came to talk about was the buttons “CE” and “C” on the calculator.
That’s so interesting right? No trust me, it’ll get interesting. Inner thought: “Hey! Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”
Anyways, I knew that one of the buttons was to clear the most recent number you pressed and one to was erase your whole equation, but I never knew which was which.
And of course, I didn’t think of looking it up until now…
So before whenever I needed to erase the whole equation and start a new one, I would press both “CE” and “C” a million times to make sure the screen was clear. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who did this right?
What? No one else out there with OCD? -_-