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I may not be an American, however, I have been following the upcoming Presidential Election closely, and there is no doubt in my mind that Bernie Sanders should be the next president. The mid 70's Democratic socialist, is in my opinion, the candidate whose policies are most relatable and just. I'm not a political aficionado by any means, however, Sanders is on the right path, his stances on topics such as health care and free college tuition are steps in the right direction. Australia for example, has free health care under their scheme called medicare, and also subsidies university fees with the Government funded scheme known as 'HECS'. Australia proves that these things Sanders wants to implement, can be done.</div>
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Before anything else, Sanders has to overcome Clinton for the nomination of the Democratic party. The problem is however, that currently with the amount of delegates Clinton has over Sanders, this does not seem unlikely. As a Sanders supporter though, I do believe in him and still cling onto that glimmer of hope, even if the maths is not in his favour, he can turn things around. </div>
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This may not indicate much, but watching a plethora of Youtube vidoes of both Sanders and Clinton, I couldn't help but notice the like/dislike ratio. Sanders almost always is in the green, with a huge majority pressing the like button however, the same can not be said to Clinton. In almost every video which Clinton is featured in, the bar is ever so red and disapproving. The Youtube comments are even more hostile for Clinton, with many up voted comments announcing their disdain for Clinton as president.</div>
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Many will pinpoint the fact that Sanders is a socialist, and is out of his depth however, as an outsider looking in, I can agree on almost all of Sander's main talking points. The Presidential hopeful is aiming to restore America's middle class, all over his social media outlets, there is a strong emphasis on taking away money from the major corporations, and promoting wealth equality. To me, these are not only policies, but also key foundations for a prosperous society. As an adolescent myself, some sort of college subsidising would be instrumental for the next generation of Americans, degrees cost exorbitant amounts of money, and they do not even come with a guarantee of a job to pay off the debts. Free healthcare is a must have for any society, and paid leave, Sanders is preaching the cores for a well-functioning society.</div>
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Overall, Sanders is just very likeable. Watching him on Youtube videos, his radiant smile and affable personality is very likeable. Even with his age, he is able to keep up the energy to match the more younger hosts.</div>
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If Sanders fails to win at least the Democratic nomination, it will be a definite disappointment. With a loss, it would be unlikely that Sanders would run again for the Presidential throne. This would be a shame, since Sanders seems the most well-grounded and sophisticated out of all the hopefuls. I love rooting for underdogs, and there is no more quintessential underdog than Bernie Sanders.</div>
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I'm at the park today, with phone in hand, and all of a sudden a basketball comes out of nowhere and dislodges the phone out of my hand, the phone falls to the ground and a noticeable crack all over the screen appears.</div>
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Miscellaneous occurrences such as these question my motives in life, they leave a detriment inside my mind which eventually collapses under the weight of its own pressure. I look back on moments and belittle myself for all those little things which could've prevented all the chance things to happen to me. Imagine if I sat somewhere else, imagine if the phone was in my pocket, imagine if I was the one shooting. Yet again, the person behind the trigger remains unpunished, what could I have said? "You owe me $450", no, I wouldn't want to cause unnecessary drawn out proceedings which would end up in many bridges burnt, the "sorry's" do not cut it, however, what else can be done?</div>
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The accumulation of all these unfortunate circumstances, question my social values and inner beliefs. Every Sunday I sit myself down, and ask myself "am I really all that I think to be", "am I after all this time, the real villain". </div>
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Remaining upbeat and joyous under the watch of society's eyes is difficult when you are consistently berated. I masquerade the demons which haunt me when I return home, the passing away of my Grandmother is still taking its toll on me. To watch the only person in the world who loved you unconditionally descend to a state of paranoia and fear is sickening. Every afternoon, I'll take time and wander around the garden which both my Grandma and I raised together, allowing me to reflect on those moments we had together. I still get teary from time to time, moving on is too hard to bear, let alone comprehend. </div>
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I can't bear it anymore, sooner rather than later, my mind will lost itself under the weight of its weight pressure. There is a widely cited Rocky Balboa quote, where Sylvester Stallone goes "It ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep going". I feel as if I every single time I'm about to pick myself up, a hit smashes me back down. Every single time I am about to reach Utopia, dystopia drags me back down into among its depths. The world isn't fair, it's a commonly mutual worldwide belief, sometimes however I feel like, it's hardest on me.</div>
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Someone once told me, never to compare against anyone. My Mother compares frequently, however, I have never been fond of any of her wildest comparisons. Many of you may be thinking of how much of a pompous prick i am, I write a long blog post because my phone screen gets cracked while there are children out there below the poverty line. However, I've tried my best to fight and battle through these set backs, I have been constantly telling myself that things will get better, and I will succeed, but I've been defeated, I am now a shell of my former self. Every single time I've been set back, I tell myself to cop it on the chin, but now there is this ingrained mentality that it is now me against the world, it sounds so cliche, 'the world conspiring against you', but this is my reality.</div>
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The last few posts have been filled with negative connotations, however, the pessimistic outlook is what has been brooding in my life for the past couple of months. The heartbreak I feel, the mindset that no matter how hard you try, you still fail in the end, it's a toxic mindset and one which I never see myself mustering up the strength to escape. To live, or to die, I care no more, "Do I dare" and "Do I dare".</div>
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I do not need help, my sense of self has been forever diminished, and the inner turmoil within my heart will perpetually carry on, as I drift through life, no more, no more.</div>
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As I beckon on the eve of another Christmas and passing year, I like to reflect on events which defined the passing year. It reminds me of one my favourite quotes "The days are long but the years are short". When I made this blog around 2 years ago, I didn't think much of it, but it has been a long and arduous journey and here I am today.<br />
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With the days leading up to the festive season, I enjoy playing Michael Buble's Christmas album endlessly, in particular It's beginning to look like Christmas and White Christmas. Those songs really cheer me up and help me look ahead to better things.<br />
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I'll be honest, my Christmas expectations fall pretty short compared to those in the movies. Growing up, I never received presents, I had the odd secret santa a few years ago but that's about it. I have never had the feeling of sheer joy by the slow unravelling of wrapping paper which carefully encloses the surprise excitement ready to be opened. It doesn't get me down however, I think the most important thing during these festive times is spending it with family and friends, even though sometimes you can feel unappreciated.<br />
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Back to the family topic, presents was never really my shining point during these times, so I looked on the positive side and realised the bigger picture, everyone sitting at the dinner table together. For the first eleven months of the year, I have plans with family consistently cancelled because of their "busy schedules", with Christmas at least everyone shows up, there should really be no reason not to come.<br />
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And that sums up the blog, I would like to thank everyone for reading a summary of my thoughts on Christmas. I hope everyone enjoys these festivities with many friends and families and appreciates everything they receive. "The days are long but the years are short".Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380654976870539830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476174169095921036.post-38324009578250620662015-11-02T03:37:00.001-08:002015-11-02T03:37:18.149-08:00Struggle<br />
It's the lugubrious I've ever felt this year, the ambivalent feelings which flow throughout my body perpetuate. The drink in my hand doesn't help me realise how far the car has been parked away from the destination . It's another rainy and dispiriting weekend, the emergency beeper signals constantly throughout the emergency stay room. I cling onto the masquerade which is the emergency room, they try to exude an efficient demeanour however, that despicable room is filled too much with distress and anguish. As I walk through, mangled faces stare back, full of disappointment and sadness, the looks on their faces a cover up for the ominous and arduous night ahead.<br />
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As I wheel away trying to control myself, I cross paths with an old acquaintance. The lights are dim, reflective of the mood. I catch up with this old acquaintance, we reminisce on our times together two years ago and how drastically life has changed since then for the both of us. Because he is older, he automatically pertains to giving me advice about the future, and I listen intently carefully trying to ingrain every single bit of useful information, his foreshadows are hard to miss.<br />
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As I return to the hospital ward and take a glimpse at the beds, my heart not only dissolves but struggles to survive. I feel a strong heavy burden weighing on my shoulders, a raging sense of regret plaguing on my mind. I can play these same mistakes over and over in my mind, but there is not much I can do to change the past.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380654976870539830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476174169095921036.post-64012273398085702832015-07-04T21:01:00.003-07:002015-07-04T21:01:52.954-07:00Pessimism Exodus Melancholy <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a very long time since my last blog post a little over a year ago, as I sit back typing mercilessly away at my keyboard, I reminisce on the joys and happiness which I felt, and the sadness and disappointment which has plagued me for the past year. I went through quite a few phases, my world perpetually shifted and shafted beneath my feet as the melancholy which harboured my insecurities steadily overtook my possibly ostentatious ego. I feel as if my best days are soon to be behind me, as the concussion I received in June 2014 will soon bring about my demise and slip me away into a precarious situation, which will then leave me as to no use in the world. Once the feeling of my existence beings to rot, I shall become a shell of my former self. Already I have denounced onto a stage of self-loathing and lethargy, my mind can't comprehend the direness of my situation, one day my brash and zealous nature will be no more, only to be left as a mere mortal, ceasing to exist. <br /><br /><b>"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different"-C.S Lewis</b><br /><br />I adore this quote, it truly resonates the inner feelings, as I being my descent and spiral downwards fall, the quote makes me realise to cherish the better days, so take away something from this post. Always treasure the days of happiness, you never know when it will be your last.<br />
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Finally, I do admit that I have neglected this blog, as I so promised to work on, with my biggest lapse yet. I have let disappointed not only my followers, but indefinitely myself. As a child, I frequently waited for Youtube content creators to publish new videos, and the ones who seldom or took regular intermissions, I loathed and vowed to never become, however, it's funny how things always take a turn. Parting words, I do not promise any new blog posts, this may or may not be my last, I just want everyone to know, it has been one good ride guys.<br />
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My recent exam results have made one thing abundantly clear, I need to get to the top. This is definitely no easy feat, only one person out of a hundred-and-twenty can obtain this dream of being the top. The feeling you get when you beat more than twenty people is amazing, put it in this selfish way, other people have invested time and you have triumphed to prize something that they desire.<br />
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It is so conspicuous to not only myself but also to my maths teacher, I am just not cutting it, being down at the bottom of the barrel is a crushing feeling. The feeling of last place is something I have vivid memories about. The reminiscent feeling of when everyone gets their test marks back and mine is the lowest, questions coupled with undermining starts taking place and mild paranoia occurs. Sure, there are at least a handful of students who disdain the worth of getting good grades in school however even they would feel at least a tiny bit of dismay when receiving news that they are the lowest.<br />
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<u> </u>Honestly, if you guys haven't already figured out, I am very very competitive. Losing to me is like taking a bullet to the chest, the pain is unbearable. So in class we get our results back, one of the most excruciating,agonizing ways to return test marks is one by one, highest to lowest. The premonition of being one of the last marks called is just crushing.<br />
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My next blog is going to be about something that has been bothering me for a long time now, really need to get this off my chair. The mental scars are still open and the wound is still fresh ,constantly licked but to no avail.<br />
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Thank you guys for reading this short catch-up and I will see you guys very very soon!</div>
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Firstly one of the saddest things that came with my movement is the loss of former friendships. I hardly talked to any of my former friends for the first few months and still only keep up with about five percent of them. I became really good friends with one former classmate which I thought was going to last a decade, sadly I haven't heard from him in a very long time. I guess that is one of the sorrowful truths about change, things move out in your universe and then new things orbit you.</div>
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This move has really opened my perspective on the outside world. Almost all the moves I watch have something that befuddles up the story line and makes change, this probably happens in real life as well. This "change" has made me realise and given me a sip of life in the outside world. The outside world has been depicted as a very "cruel and mean place" (Rocky Balboa reference) and I guess this is just one of the sad truths I have to deal with.<br />
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My time at my new school hasn't been all been smooth sailing. There have definitely been a lot of tricky times but that's expected in almost any situation. Currently I have been undermined thoroughly by a lot of doubters including teachers. Last fortnight when I found out I didn't get the school captaincy, I was scarred mentally which scarcely, still remains.<br />
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Every day this specific question pops into my mind, was the move worth it? Most days I would have to say yes but I do sometimes feel a little bit empty turning my back on the place that raised me throughout my junior years. I made a lot of special bonds there including a many memories, it is fairly similar to Lebron James moving back to Cleveland. A better opportunity and a greater challenge was presented so I fled on my horse. I can not lie however, I must admit that there are many times throughout the day where I reminisce about the past, sometimes I do feel like going back but only for a day.</div>
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Now let us not beat the bush. Straight up reason why there hasn't been a lot of posts lately is the lack of motivation. I wrote quite a few articles last year and felt burnt out, and then when I had to "change" it took a bit of time adjusting. Currently I am in a good mental shape and once exams are over and holidays come rolling in so will the blog posts! </div>
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I would like to thank my loyal followers for sticking with me, I appreciate every single on of you's and care deeply all for your well-being. Please feel free to message me, anyways take care everyone, new article will be out before the end of the week on how I am doing and my wellbeing!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380654976870539830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476174169095921036.post-57978693436516797352014-04-15T19:27:00.001-07:002014-04-15T19:27:49.835-07:00Writers Block<b><u>Writers Block</u></b><div>
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Since my last post I have been suffering with material. I am very sorry for the lack of posts however I just could not think. I thought my other 40 or so post would keep you entertained for a while so I did not really bother with updating. However now I am back and have a lot of ideas flowing. Thank you for the patience and take care. :)</div>
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Lets picture sports teams. I love my sports and teams that always win do not get a liking from me. I hate winners unless they are Chelsea or Barcelona. I am pretty sure everyone loves a good underdog. A team that will give everything they got for just a little extra until they finally prevail. However I think what I have been blinded by is the fact that it's not luck or referees it is my failed opinion to recognize the skill in which winners have.</div>
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Everyone loves to win who doesn't but its when you win too much others start to envy you. Yet what people do not realize is that it is your dedication and hard training that gets you too success. A few years ago I wouldn't say congratulations whenever my friends got an entry into some State Sport selection and believed that If I had there resources I would be in the national team by now. However it was my conceitedness that made me think that way but now I realize that other people work hard to get where they want too be.</div>
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Last year I made the decision to leave my local public high school for a more luxurious private high school. I have lost many friendships and teacher bonds that used to encircle my life however the gain was that I could receive a more modern, stricter and a more well rounded education. It has been two very long days into my new school and here are some of my thoughts.</div>
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Ever heard the saying "A great school is the people around it". While I was at my local high school the people around me where clueless noggins always speaking out of turn and doing some sort of crazy "comparison" like doing push ups at the back of the classroom or showing off "guns". Teachers have no control over anything as there would be multiple culprits. As the teachers always say "I am only one person and you guys are twenty plus". Public High Schools is like candy falling on the ground and the desperate children pick it up. This may sound a bit "biased" however two years getting education from a trash can has made me fed up.</div>
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From the first moment I stepped in the office I knew that my newly adopted private school meant business. Everything was so professional, from the clean and impressive office to the teenagers calmly sitting down and chatty. The teachers and staff were so friendly I would gladly join their "school family". I felt very welcome from the first minute I met my year coordinator. The school had this calm and sensible feeling something that lacks in public schools. However what most surprised me is that in class there is so much respect but occasionally there is the odd outburst yet everyone settles down when the teachers talk. Like I said before, a great school is a one with great people around it, private schools are serious and therefore the people that enter aren't morons otherwise they get dealt with quickly. For me this saying can apply to my opinion on schools "You get what you pay". </div>
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I have had many talks with my mum on "education" and the question I ask the most is " Why do people go to University when the fees are so much". And my mum always replies "They pay a lot now however when they get a good job it will pay back very soon". Now I'm not trying to convince you to go to a private school however what I am saying is that sometimes its worth it.</div>
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This article may seem very biased towards public high schools but take my opinion with a grain of my salt and make your own judgement. I consider myself very lucky to have "escaped" the clutches of a public school. Now after you read this article you may think that all public schools suck however not all of em. Sadly I was put into a terrible public school and I think that's why my taste is very sour. The students there weren't the brightest intellectually although very friendly and nice however the staff were very lacking and definitely not dedicated in my old public high school.</div>
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Thank you everyone for reading! Sorry for not posting regularly however this will most likely change since I will be receiving mac books at my new private school, so when I have spare time in class I blog. That's the article I hope you guys enjoyed and till next time :D.</div>
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I work tirelessly trying to provide extra help for family members in this time of commitment that I must provide. These holidays have been torrid for me and all because of one person, yes one person has ruined my holidays.<br />
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My holidays were all planned out for me to enjoy. However the arrival of my cousin from overseas has squandered any joy that I would have bathed in.<br />
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My house has seen some noticeable changes ever since my eleven yr old cousin arrived. He has<br />
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Worst of all is the language barrier. His English is of a kindergarten level so I have troubles guiding him around. Times are getting tough and he'll be living with me for the next month.</div>
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Very sorry, blogs having been coming out rapidly but hopefully you guys can understand the troubles I am going through. Thanks for the support and till next time.</div>
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Christmas for me is not about the presents, gifts or the tv shows, for me it's the fact that I get to spend time with the people most important in my life, family and food. This year my family has only been altogether one time this year to celebrate my cousins 21st, this is a very poor effort and hopefully Christmas can make up for this terrible showing.</div>
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Like every young boy I wanted tons of presents for Christmas. I wanted to wake up on the morning of December 25th to the smell of bucket loads of presents. However this childhood dream for me never happened. I never woke up to any presents and now that I think about it I haven't had a birthday present in the last 5 years. So after all these past experiences with Christmas my mentality about toys and gadgets changed. Everything I gained was a privilege not a right, I begged to my parents but they would never succumb. Last year I cried for a Ps3 nonetheless my mum always resisted.</div>
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Besides the presents the family the other thing that will stick out the most is the food. Almost every gathering is about the food. Food allows people to relax and enjoy good things in their mouths. However last year my family found a way to ruin food. There was no cake, once I found out that this delicacy was not on the menu it ruined my festive cheer.</div>
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All I want for you guys is a safe and happy Christmas. Enjoy the food and please don't act snobby when you receive a crummy gift from a relative, say thanks and put on a fake smile, there is no need to dampen the happy cheer. At least you guys will get something, this year it seems as if I'll get nothing (again) but this won't ruin my Christmas because at least I get to spend time with family. In my opinion there is nothing more important than Christmas than getting everyone together.</div>
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The moment I step out of the school gates and onto the bus, my life will start a new leaf. I leave everything behind for a "hope" that I can play in my head but must maintain concentration for it to play out in real life. The next few years will currently be the most important of my life.<br />
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If you are not a detective then the reason for this article is change. I am leaving my friendly but unproductive high school for a more beneficial however unknown area. The former being as if my beloved home town. It's like a star basketball player leaving his home grown town for a more big shot city. It is a take all or take nothing, this time right now will make or break my life. Staring at the end of the barrel will be dignified success or horrendous pain and distraught.<br />
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The reason for leaving my "small home grown town" is that I don't believe that the staff, or the people around me can guide me towards success, and when you know something won't work then it's best to avoid going down that route. However in another sense I feel as if I have outgrown the school, that now I am better and deserve something better. Maybe I am being a bit too egotistical yet this is one of the main reasons for my break away.<br />
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When I leave that gate tomorrow, I would have left almost all but a few of my friends. There will be the hugs and the "that place is trash please don't go" nonetheless I still will go. I have made many great friends over the course of the last two years, and have enjoyed many great memories however they are roadblocks to my academic prosperity. They always trash talk and ramble on almost every single class that is unbearable to learn. Now I may come off as a meanie by saying this, but the truth is I just couldn't be taught anything with bafoons in my class (the real shame is that we are the top class).<br />
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At the start of the morning, everyone knew in the back of their minds that it was the last day with barely any students however it didn't really seem to effect many people and this carried out up until the end of school. So the whole day was pretty normal until the bell rang signalling the end of the year. This was especially important to me since I was leaving schools. Me and my close mate had our arms around each others necks, this maybe the last time I will see him so we walked slowly and reflected on some of our greatest moments. Finally the destination was reached, the line that separated the school and the gates, once I had crossed that line, everything will just be a distant memory.<br />
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Me and my mate counted down slowly, "3,2,1" and that was it. Finally it was all over, a sense of relief but sadness hovered over me. The bus was already parked and waiting so the moment I stepped onto the bus it would be all over. In this brief 5 minute period I had given roughly about 25 hugs and 10 high fives but the moment I will always keep forever is at the end when everyone huddled together. I had been on good terms with just about everyone so I was a bit of a favorite. At this exact moment the world stopped for me and the feeling of being around all my mates for one last time will stay with me forever. However this feeling was short lived when the bus started leaving and I had to run in front it (not the smartest idea) so it could pick me up. Once I got on I could hear everyone chanting my name, they will be sorely missed but I know that we'll always be connected with social and media and all but mostly in my heart.<br />
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Throughout the year I believed that I was the center of everyone's attention (a bit of a attention seeker). I believed that I kept everyone together however the moment that I stepped outside the school gates, I realized. I wasn't the center of their world, they were the center of mine.<br />
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Yesterday was the day that gave me belief. Hard work can take you anywhere.<br />
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Up until yesterday my academics were very shaky. I had barely passed my tests while also failing a few (especially Japanese). So my confidence in academics was not very high. Whenever I hear the word "test or exam" I freak out. That means that now I must study and hopefully conquer, however my attention span is the worst. One minute I'm reading my notes next moment i'm checking my phone. This is not a habit that gives me joy but not everyone's perfect.<br />
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I love my technology. I can't go 30 minutes without my laptop, phone or tablet. They are just too important for me too lose. So my maths test was on Thursday so I thought if I started studying on Monday I would have a good chance to do well. After my shower I went straight to my bedroom, locked the door and studied. It didn't take long for me to pull out my phone. So as an alternative I would study and check my phone every hour. This worked out well and I might use this for the future.<br />
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I did all studying up until Thursday the day of the test. However there was a bit of luck involved. The test was super easy and I passed with flying colors. 97% was the highest I had ever gotten and I guess half of that studying was worth it.<br />
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It's been around a month and a half sine I started this blog and well I guess this is a way you guys can learn a bit more about me. If you have any questions you can email me or leave one in the comment section down below and I should answer all of them by Saturday. A new article should be out by friday, sorry I haven't been posting lately have quite a few exams this week. Thanks for reading and take care :).<br />
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My basketball team is in shambles. We have a bench warmer who can't defend, 3 ball hogs in the team and no true center.<br />
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I do not know how to turn my team into winners. The first season I played we went undefeated, and now this 2nd team is always being defeated. I just don't think we gel. Everything is all over shop. Where is the upside to this team, I do not see.<br />
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We have started the season 3-5 which is definitely not good. Sitting at the bottom of the ladder is not pretty. But the main problem is we are all weak in defense. This team defensively is in ruins.<br />
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One thing in life that bugs me in life is a humans misguided judgement. They all think that if they skip something the end product will still look great but isn't there a saying in life, there are no shortcuts to success!</div>
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Whenever I watch news or read newspapers it gives me that little extra belief in humanity when someone says that they only take things one step at a time. It tells me that they are not some cocky person who has their head up in space. Everything should be taken at a pace where everything is examined carefully and thoroughly so the chance of mistakes is rare. Building a puzzle is the same, everything fits together but you can only put one piece of the puzzle at a time (by yourself).</div>
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The same thing can be said about sports. The little passes throughout the movement is what creates the touchdown,basket,try,goal,point. However the misconception is that the scorer gets all the credit. It was a team effort and I think that is what people are missing whenever they go on a losing streak (this applies to me as well). So when the scorer or the man of the moment makes a mistake everyone is disappointed in them but you are only as strong as your weakest link.</div>
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I'm not sure I had enough energy to get this article out but I just pushed. I feel really deflated, my oztag team (the one I was talking about in my last article) was robbed out of a grand finals berth. Just in a really tired mood I guess, well that's the past and now it's time to move. Thanks everyone for reading and till next next time.</div>
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Ever had the feeling when you feel helpless. Ever had that feeling when you try hard but don't succeed? On Thursday I had this problem, I sat on the bench with a jarred thumb playing so many possibilities inside my head.<br />
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I woke up this morning all pumped, why? Because today I was gonna play a sport I had longed to play for (competitively) Oztag. This game is a bit like nfl but the ball must not be passed forward and we get "tackled" by having tags on our belts stripped by the defensive team.<br />
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I arrived at school and straight away the mood was so bright. All the boys were excited and ready to go, everyone was happy, positive and bright. We were all just passing the ball until it was time to get on the bus.<br />
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So the bus ride is great. Everyone is cracking jokes and playing a few pranks on each other. We made a few jokes like "hey guys what happens if we go undefeated"? And another replies " Nah that won't happen".<br />
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We arrive at the playing field and all I see is just a jungle of children running around. As it was my first time playing this sport I was just in awe as I tried to capture the spectacle inside my head. So all the boys settle down and we find a place a sit and relax. There wasn't any preparation into this competition but our belief was there and isn't that all that matters?<br />
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This was it, as the siren sounded for the start of the 2nd session (we didn't play first session since this round robin). And we're all pumped, the only negative was that I started on the bench but oh wells!. So we all gear up and suddenly it's kick off (whistle blows) and the team defends the first set well and now we got the ball. This where stars shine and we definitely got one in my team. My mates gets the ball in the 2nd tackle, makes the breaks and soon we're up 1-0. They try and fightback but our defense has them cooked. Halfway through the first half I get a chance on the field. I get my first tag in defense and this gives me a lot of confidence (too much confidence) and when I go in for my third tag BAM my thump feels immobilizes, I raise my hand signalling for the next sub to get ready.<br />
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My thumb is throbbing, I can barely move my hand without pain. I pause for a second thinking of all the ramifications that are just waiting to happen. Have I just let my team down? Now with this injury they are one man down for the next 3 games. With a few words of wisdom from the supervising teacher I rush to the staff tent ( they were only a few steps away from the field) and ask for ice. This cools my thumb and a little bit of ability has returned. We barely scrap a win out of our group stages and we are left with 4 injured players... As the game ends my teammates take a seat in our area counting the losses. There is a silence but we know that It will take the whole team to make it past the group stages.<br />
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Part 2 will be out when I recount all my blogs that I said would have a part 2. Sorry I haven't been posting lately, I've had quite a few tests but once there done the blogs will start flowing. Thanks for reading and until next time guys.<br />
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So my first thought on how to spread my ideas was youtube. I watched all these humorous videos and thought "hey I could be funny like these guys" but then my family relatives would watch and I would be too embarrassed to say anything. Then I thought that I could make a youtube gaming channel but lets be honest, no one will watch you if you are bad at gaming. Then after that idea I thought Instagram famous but I'm not a cute girl so no one will even bother to visit my home page let alone getting followers. Even though on Sunday 27th of September I had no ideas on how to spread my ideas this day would be the platform of helping start what is now history.</div>
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So I woke up the next day just surfing the web. I was a bit depressed at the moment so I was doing things halfheartedly. However it all changed, the answer to my problem was right under my nose the whole time. For about a year I had constantly been reading about Chelsea. Everyday I would type Chelsea in google and click news. I was inspired about how online journalists would type up an article for everyone to read for free. Daily I had been wowed by these opinions and the best thing about it, was that they were just normal average day people sharing their opinion. Then that night I was reading one of my favorite books. Steve Jobs the biography may not seem like a thick book but to me it is pretty thick. I really enjoyed the way Walter Isaacson explained everything in such detail with just words. It was truly magnificent and I hope to grab a few of his other books. I woke up next morning with a whole new outlook on life, while I was eating thoughts processed throughout my mind. It was then that I knew I wanted something to do with words. Blog!</div>
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Tuesday October 1st my first every blog entry. I admit it probably wasn't the best way to start off. I think if I could change 1 thing it would be to not talk about sports that much in the 1st blog entry. I remember getting my first few viewers I was so ecstatic (they were probably bots). I was a bit disheartened at first since I was barely getting any views but then a short time passed and I got my first up vote. I thought WOW! This is it I'm gonna give it my all now. If there is one thing I would change it is not blogging much in November. It has been 10 days in and I have only put out 3 blog entries this month.</div>
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Blogging has been one of the greatest if not the greatest thing I have ever done in my life. Every single view I get, gives mes that extra bit of energy to get through the day. I remember on the first day back to school I told everyone I had just started a blog and it would be great if you all checked it out. Well! I coped a lot of flak for that. Every time I answered a question or did something average someone would say "are you gonna write a blog on that". Honestly you guys don't know how amazing you guys are. Every time someone asks me "what is your greatest accomplishment so far in life"? I say "starting my blog". Sure I get the few weird looks but I am a blogger and proud :).</div>
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Currently I am hovering over the 1000 view mark, a quarter of them are probably bots so lets say 750 human viewers. I was ecstatic to get 1 view so everything now is a bonus. However I am scared that I may be moving too slowly. 750 views is definitely great but I have barely any followers so that is something I really wanna work on. Right now I'm just taking it 1 step at a time. One blog entry after another and hopefully it all goes well. By next month I wanna hover around 2.5 k views while producing really good content. </div>
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It is you guys that give me the motivation to blog everyday. I have been undermined a lot early in my blogging days but you readers give me so much energy. Thank you guys for supporting me throughout the month even when I didn't post that regularly, hopefully this special monthly anniversary blog entry makes up for my lack of posting. Thanks again and here's to good times ahead :).</div>
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In this brief article I am going to explain something that has always bugged me but its occurrence has been popping up a lot more recently.<br />
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My cousins are high achieving people. They all make it to University and are well educated high work ethic people. My family was so proud when my first cousin achieved such a high mark in HSC. That cousin now is the star of the family you could say, and at every family gathering there is always that mention of him being at the top of his game.<br />
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I am constantly compared to my cousins now. Every single report, maths test and after every teach interview those names pop out of my Mums mouth. And I always reply to my Mum saying that the education system is broken but she always replies "Then how come your cousins made it through then"?<br />
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The last few days for me have been very challenging. Sorry I haven't been blogging lately but I am going through a mid life crisis something I seem to experience once every month. Last week things were looking up everything was in place for a happy year this week however, it feels as if I have been hit by a truck.<br />
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I just stare at the sky wondering how it all went wrong. The winner becomes a big time LOSER and I always try to keep my head up but no resolve. Sometimes I think my mind is just playing games with me waiting till I crack, the only time you know I will crack is when I fall silent. When I have nothing to say and my voice feels a little weak, that is the only time when you know I am not resolute.<br />
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Last week I was riding a cloud. Everything seemed to go right for me even when I was off my game. Now even when I am on my game it just does not click. I had just carried my basketball team twice to victories and this week my magic just disappeared. If there was 1 thing in my life personality wise I wish I could change! It would be to always be consistent.<br />
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Yeah I guess that's pretty much it. Lately I've just been lying on my bed. Playing those missed opportunities over and over inside my head. Sorry for not posting lately I hope this article makes up for it. Thanks guys for reading and till next time.<br />
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<b><u><br /></u></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380654976870539830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476174169095921036.post-78951516234712015622013-10-29T00:43:00.001-07:002013-10-29T00:43:18.211-07:00The Wasting Of Precious Sport Time<u style="font-weight: bold;">The Wasting Time</u><br />
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Today in sport all I heard was moans and groans as the casual teacher somehow managed to ruin one of the easiest in the world. Physical education teachers always complain that students are too noisy and rude but maybe if we actually played a game and skipped this idiotic mini game crap then maybe kids would not get angry. </div>
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I do not get the theory behind sport theory. Who talks about sport for 50 minutes. Whoever made up this idea is very impractical as I get very restless in these lessons. </div>
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<b><u>Easy Sports Turn Into History Lessons</u></b></div>
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I hate it so much when teachers have to take 15 minutes on how to play a simple sport such as football or basketball. Is it not in maths that we start with the basics 1+1=2 and so on and so on. They why can it not be like that in sport. Just tell us the simple easy steps like dribble the ball and do not take more than 2 steps when not dribbling and it's golden.</div>
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Alright thats the article. Sorry for it not being too long I have been a bit lazy since school and all. Thanks for reading and see you all tomorrow</div>
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