Monday, September 17, 2012
People
Why won't people stop bugging me? I'll just keep calling them niggers? How else can I get out my frustration? I don't deserve to be the one to be called one.
Torturing Kids
People want kids tortured yet if presented with kids want to be presented with ones who aren't.
Shower
I guess I'll go take a shower and get ready and sing. I've been practicing. Why? Because I've been watching my old videos all weekend.
Tweet @DrummingWei
You're certainly very welcome. I'm so glad to have met you. <3
I see you're from Taiwan. My mom is Chinese-Indonesian, but my dad is probably a little indian, records burned down, as in Native American, and probably Polish-Jewish and Swiss-Jewish, all from his mom. His mom's dad is the one with the indian.
I grew up with an interest in Indonesia but caring more about my Chinese blood. Honestly, the Indonesian goes well in a lot of ways, and the Chinese makes it like being Middle Eastern.
I am very interested in Taiwan and all the Asian countries. I don't feel I really have Asian heritage, though.
I see you're from Taiwan. My mom is Chinese-Indonesian, but my dad is probably a little indian, records burned down, as in Native American, and probably Polish-Jewish and Swiss-Jewish, all from his mom. His mom's dad is the one with the indian.
I grew up with an interest in Indonesia but caring more about my Chinese blood. Honestly, the Indonesian goes well in a lot of ways, and the Chinese makes it like being Middle Eastern.
I am very interested in Taiwan and all the Asian countries. I don't feel I really have Asian heritage, though.
Being My Own Person
I have felt|found that my relatives have not let me be my own person. It's also like I have to be molded.
Tug-of-War
People are always telling me not to take myself back, like feel sorry for myself, rather feel guilty and taken aback, and to do it so often.
Lack of Perfection
Just because I live in Florida and am from there does not mean people in all other reaches and corners of the globe can dictate things to me for being less than perfect.
Help!
I got mad, about people getting the wrong kind of stimulation, very mad in fact now.. but found that it was in me to react that way without thinking, at all, for some reason.
Tweet @TheEllenShow 2
So, yea, why would people literally risk their lives to save a dog? I guess it was exciting and they knew they probably wouldn't be the ones to die in this instance. :|
Um, so, yea, that certainly is a cute picture of a dog. :|
You know, it does look like fun saving that dog. :|
So, how could they risk their lives if they didn't die? I guess it was just a possibility had things gone a little differently.
Did that dog deserve to be "saved?" Wrong place, wrong time, for sure, but isn't that always the case??? 8vo
It is an accomplishment, something to do. I'd make a living out of it, but there's so much to do in the world, like art. I'm now scouting out people in Orlando to take classes from that are feasible sometime and with worth it transportation trips.
It's neat those very people will be appearing on your show, too. I'd like to be there, but I don't really want to be seen in the crowd.
So, it's a nice clip on your show, too. Those people seem pretty cool with me.
I see there's one girl, though. It's interesting when you notice things like that.
It's interesting, but it was hard for me to understand the nature of the conversation.
It affected me in a good way.
Um, so, yea, that certainly is a cute picture of a dog. :|
You know, it does look like fun saving that dog. :|
So, how could they risk their lives if they didn't die? I guess it was just a possibility had things gone a little differently.
Did that dog deserve to be "saved?" Wrong place, wrong time, for sure, but isn't that always the case??? 8vo
It is an accomplishment, something to do. I'd make a living out of it, but there's so much to do in the world, like art. I'm now scouting out people in Orlando to take classes from that are feasible sometime and with worth it transportation trips.
It's neat those very people will be appearing on your show, too. I'd like to be there, but I don't really want to be seen in the crowd.
So, it's a nice clip on your show, too. Those people seem pretty cool with me.
I see there's one girl, though. It's interesting when you notice things like that.
It's interesting, but it was hard for me to understand the nature of the conversation.
It affected me in a good way.
My Memory!
My only problem now is people getting things stuck in my memory in association with other things and possibly independently.
It used to be they'd "torture talk" in virtuality people I care about.
It used to be they'd "torture talk" in virtuality people I care about.
My Grandmas
I'm a little afraid if they could do something to me.
Yea, I'm mad, but I assume they just don't know what they're doing.
They both changed how I looked, and I didn't look good, anymore.
Yea, I'm mad, but I assume they just don't know what they're doing.
They both changed how I looked, and I didn't look good, anymore.
My mom is so mean.
So, she's giving me more reasons to be mad.
She asked me why I was laughing. She sounded like for some reason she was alluding to the name of a boy I used to play with when I was 7 and 8. His name was Tom. He's from Southern Ohio and had light brown hair and blue eyes.
She keeps being pointless with me and doesn't seem so hot today.
I don't really want to hurt her.
She asked me why I was laughing. She sounded like for some reason she was alluding to the name of a boy I used to play with when I was 7 and 8. His name was Tom. He's from Southern Ohio and had light brown hair and blue eyes.
She keeps being pointless with me and doesn't seem so hot today.
I don't really want to hurt her.
Just got off the Ellen site
Ellen is mean.
I think she knows I'm mixed and doesn't think I should look like my dad. I talked on the phone to my grandma, and I stopped looking like him sometimes in a certain way and lost my details I got I noticed when I got contacts. I've been struggling with how I look but making it in a different somewhat improved way.
I think she knows I'm mixed and doesn't think I should look like my dad. I talked on the phone to my grandma, and I stopped looking like him sometimes in a certain way and lost my details I got I noticed when I got contacts. I've been struggling with how I look but making it in a different somewhat improved way.
Strange
I felt bearing down, like in my head and stuff, like I was gonna die, while I was eating but felt better after.
Every Day7
I am not going to put up that no one is ready to feel anything and then in the end they feel anyway but like no one does originally.
Made up My Mind
So, what do you think? I can't have a physical life, too?
I'm pretty much made up my mind I'm going to have a physical life.
I'm pretty much made up my mind I'm going to have a physical life.
Not a Physical Person
Why do people always think I want to be sappy and make a big fuss of if I like feel anything?
I'm glad I'm not just a physical person.
I'm glad I'm not just a physical person.
In Bed
For some reason, I think between sleeping, I felt my legs twitch like in the middle, you know, like totally move over.
Dream
I also was imagining like a sorta boring IMDb Blogger Twitter setup, stark and blocked, of timestamps of someone or people Tweeting.
Dream
I don't remember if I was actually giving the girl a bath.
Before I go to bed, I used to sit and think about being with other girls, but I usually imagined I was the youngest, for some reason, I guess because I don't make up fantasies about people younger than me.
I was trying to think of sorta romantic things before bed. I am a romantic person.
I guess I sorta went crazy, but that was because of my dream before that.
Anyway, I think the 2nd time I went to bed, in some ways I was more comfortable.
I guess the most interesting part was me with the young girl, for some reason, but, like I said, I don't think of stuff like that.
I've been able to make up stuff more late, true, as well.
So, I felt most respected in my hall of desserts.
It was neat to see all the people marching along, don't remember all I thought. It was kinda like Titanic.
The best part however was how an older person was touching my face when I talked to them. That probably says too much about me but not really, in a way. I guess I'm a big violent, a bit disgusting, but somewhat competent, comparably. How sweet! You'd have to be a cultured person and connect with me.
I gotta admit, I really got a kick out of how long I was with the little girl. She was pretty small when I carried her, too.
Before I go to bed, I used to sit and think about being with other girls, but I usually imagined I was the youngest, for some reason, I guess because I don't make up fantasies about people younger than me.
I was trying to think of sorta romantic things before bed. I am a romantic person.
I guess I sorta went crazy, but that was because of my dream before that.
Anyway, I think the 2nd time I went to bed, in some ways I was more comfortable.
I guess the most interesting part was me with the young girl, for some reason, but, like I said, I don't think of stuff like that.
I've been able to make up stuff more late, true, as well.
So, I felt most respected in my hall of desserts.
It was neat to see all the people marching along, don't remember all I thought. It was kinda like Titanic.
The best part however was how an older person was touching my face when I talked to them. That probably says too much about me but not really, in a way. I guess I'm a big violent, a bit disgusting, but somewhat competent, comparably. How sweet! You'd have to be a cultured person and connect with me.
I gotta admit, I really got a kick out of how long I was with the little girl. She was pretty small when I carried her, too.
Dream
This is another dream I had to do myself.
So, there were people in it I knew and people in it I didn't know.
I guess the most interesting thing was the idea I couldn't move, like a corpse, and I didn't like this I guess. It's interesting to remember the exact sequence of events. It wasn't intense, and I wasn't feeling well. Not much happened in this way. This part, supposedly, I was to go to a wedding. So, supposedly I was sick, see. Someone like got me naked and was going to give me a bath. This lasted awhile and a few things happen, and actually I ended up trying to take a bath myself but didn't.
I was laying in bed, and I felt a person there, the same way I felt. I felt bad because I used to pulse. So, I felt happy in a way but knew the person "didn't feel good." There was a somewhat slender girl about age 8 wrapping her body around me pulsing. I think I took her off because it wasn't a good idea she felt like that and was in bed. But I ended up doing it with her. She was trying to stimulate me, but I wasn't. I could have stimulated myself. I suggested I could carry her, and she liked that. She was weightless in the dream but probably had some pressure. I carried her to the wedding for awhile, kinda like showing off, which I didn't like because it wouldn't make her feel good. She just wanted to be on me. I even saw her mom. This girl had straight hair, and I decided I just didn't like straight hair.
So, I got to the hall of desserts, and she was poof gone. Some bad thoughts went through my head about our existences, too.
Speaking of which, there was a part I was tired in bed, and maybe that girl was there. There was old pizza sitting out from who knows how long. I had gotten some frozen pizza out of a refrigerator outside the room. My grandma was looking bright and cheery but still forlorn and asked me if I'd eat breakfast etc. I said I would. I might eat the pizza. I got an old, small piece of cake from a big plastic container, the only thing in a mini fridge. I said I could eat it, in a way, because it was old, but then asked her more forwardly eventually if she wanted it, and she said no.
So, in the hall of desserts, I got a chocolate mint, skipped a gooey dolphin, went back and reached for a brownie with chips and put it back. The other side had good chocolate cookies with chips, but I just swirled out.
I'm pretty shy, but apparently I was dreaming that someone was touching my face while I talked to them.
So, there were people in it I knew and people in it I didn't know.
I guess the most interesting thing was the idea I couldn't move, like a corpse, and I didn't like this I guess. It's interesting to remember the exact sequence of events. It wasn't intense, and I wasn't feeling well. Not much happened in this way. This part, supposedly, I was to go to a wedding. So, supposedly I was sick, see. Someone like got me naked and was going to give me a bath. This lasted awhile and a few things happen, and actually I ended up trying to take a bath myself but didn't.
I was laying in bed, and I felt a person there, the same way I felt. I felt bad because I used to pulse. So, I felt happy in a way but knew the person "didn't feel good." There was a somewhat slender girl about age 8 wrapping her body around me pulsing. I think I took her off because it wasn't a good idea she felt like that and was in bed. But I ended up doing it with her. She was trying to stimulate me, but I wasn't. I could have stimulated myself. I suggested I could carry her, and she liked that. She was weightless in the dream but probably had some pressure. I carried her to the wedding for awhile, kinda like showing off, which I didn't like because it wouldn't make her feel good. She just wanted to be on me. I even saw her mom. This girl had straight hair, and I decided I just didn't like straight hair.
So, I got to the hall of desserts, and she was poof gone. Some bad thoughts went through my head about our existences, too.
Speaking of which, there was a part I was tired in bed, and maybe that girl was there. There was old pizza sitting out from who knows how long. I had gotten some frozen pizza out of a refrigerator outside the room. My grandma was looking bright and cheery but still forlorn and asked me if I'd eat breakfast etc. I said I would. I might eat the pizza. I got an old, small piece of cake from a big plastic container, the only thing in a mini fridge. I said I could eat it, in a way, because it was old, but then asked her more forwardly eventually if she wanted it, and she said no.
So, in the hall of desserts, I got a chocolate mint, skipped a gooey dolphin, went back and reached for a brownie with chips and put it back. The other side had good chocolate cookies with chips, but I just swirled out.
I'm pretty shy, but apparently I was dreaming that someone was touching my face while I talked to them.
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