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Expressive Personalities

Once upon a time, cell phones were all the rage. Now, I don’t even see the point. Sooner or later, it’s going to be “Sry I cnt tlk” as opposed to que [Justin Bieber ringtone] “Sorry, I can’t text. What did you want to say?” It’s hard to say why people don’t just have a text-only device.

Anyways, in this world of texting and instant messaging, emoticons have become our faces. Even on Facebook, there’s no better way to depict how we’re feeling in real-time.

But like our faces, our usage of smilies (smileys? smiles?) take on certain a…certain uniqueness. While it’s a stretch to say no two smilers? (I’m making this up as I go) are alike, since we only have so many smiley’s possible until we add new letters, you’ll have a certain way of smiling.

For instance, I like to go =]. Or =[.

OthersĀ  like to use the graphical ones such as the one available on AIM and other IM clients.

Still others go (:, which forces me to turn my head the other way. Maybe they like the colon but don’t like how AIM autochanges them to pictures.

At any rate, usage differs. I’ve tried out XD a few times, but it doesn’t quite fit me for some reason. Others like to go QQ or T_T (what does this even mean?). If there’s one annoying smiley out there I’ll have to go with o.o, in all bra sizes. A little dirty there, but you can O.O at that. Yeah, that’s right Jason. It’s annoying. Not everything is a shock.

So believe it or not, you can develop a smiley personality.

By the way, trying drawing a straight line across your keyboard from the equal sign to the enter. You can spam =]’s really fast. Thanks David for the tip.

UPDATE 2010/04/28
Ivana says T_T is supposed to be crying. The slits (vertical lines) are tears and the slants (horizontal) are Asian eyes.

UPDATE 2010/04/29


April 26, 2010 at 5:25 PM 1 comment

Out of Context

School systems are so notoriously out of date these days, between history classes, VCRs, and textbooks actually made of paper. You would think that in this day and age they might place a little more emphasis and technology classes. But what can you expect. The administration is always full of the last generation. Humanity will always be one step behind itself.

Okay, I’m getting a little too profound for my own liking. Or do I just flatter myself? But seriously. So after a long Spring Break of well, break, it’s time to get back to work, partly because someone reminded me of some synthesis essay that was assigned last minute for English. What the heck is a synthesis essay anyways? (That’s how I got reminded, because we’ve never done one in class before.)

“Develop a position about whether the American Dream is able to be attained today.”

Sources to use: the Great Gatsby, Raisin in the Sun, and other assorted poems from last century. That’s right. Last century. What good is something from last century to me in deciding whether or not we can make it today’s world? Learn from the past, but I don’t remember college being such a big deal in the 1940’s.

Well, I’m sure I can twist the facts to write something about nothing to answer the prompt. Always have.

April 10, 2010 at 9:37 PM Leave a comment

Abrupt Endings

Actions speak louder than words.
Emphasis duly noted. You drive me crazy.

April 3, 2010 at 6:20 PM 1 comment

Ramblings No.003

Okay I’m gonna stop bothering with the apologies, since I assume you all understand why I can’t post.

So, what’s up? Chemistry is getting inexplicably harder. Must be because we’re getting tested for paranoia level. I think my teacher hired a lawyer to write the tests. Only they can manage to make the questions (and answers) so befuddling. I’m certain actual AP questions are a little more straightforward. Also, mysterious points are disappearing at a rate that would make accountants go crazy. Oops, you forgot a unit there. How about writing your period number, something redundant since we’re all associated with a hotel room. I’m in period five, and my number happen to be 509. Finally, my labs are going down the drain like so much sink-safe chemicals, all because I’m never there at lunch to normalize my answers with everybody else. First semester was so easy. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

I’ve also picked up on a few paradoxes for you guys. ASB wants us to help with their weekly recycling. Here’s their pitch: “Come help us recycle! You get hours for them, and the more people who come, the faster it goes.” Also, this one organization I’m applying for has an anonymous paper application round, so anything you put that might identify yourself results in a disqualification. One question on the application asks you to tell them what sets you apart from other applicants. Who said being average is bad?

And for all you people who cite legitimate and pathetic excuses (like going to church on Friday as if you didn’t waste enough time on Sundays) to not go to cancer club’s comedy show, I thought you learned your lesson last year. Like then, this year’s was AWESOME. Even middle schoolers know better. I’ll see you at Relay for Life, where you’ll probably be with some random club that whimsically decided to participate for the heck of it instead of actually joining the cancer club.

Funerals. Religious aspects, whatever, I suppose I can respect if I really tried. But if the deceased wasn’t religious at all, don’t impose one upon him. And if you still must, don’t make it Buddhist. Especially if it’s suggested by some random fanatic (see camera pimp). It’s really pathetic to have an entirely family bullied by someone who’s just an in-law. And if you do, don’t expect me to stay awake all through the several half hour-plus sessions of chanting that:

  1. means nothing to me because I can’t understand it
  2. probably means nothing to the monks, who are
    • capitalistic (don’t even get me started on this)
    • can’t understand it because it probably hasn’t survived the translation from Hindu or w/e
  3. means nothing to the deceased, who isn’t religious at all and probably can’t understand it
  4. occurs approximately during 1st and 6th period, my most lethargic periods of time.

You know you’re bored when you realize that it’s in 4/4 time. They could have gone 2/2 time and cut straight to the coda after awhile, and nobody (not even that crazy woman who suggested it), would know the better. I may never have been close to him, but I can respect the man. Perhaps I shouldn’t have nodded off, but that’s the result of being a junior and listening to droning that guarantees rest, although perhaps not peacefully.

April 2, 2010 at 9:57 PM 1 comment


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