Indians on TV

First things first, I want to explain something. I got the idea of this post from Master of None by Aziz Ansari. So before you (the reader) start complaining about how this post is a ripoff... just think about that.

       I don't know whether I mentioned this or not, but I'm an Indian. Well technically I'm an American Indian because I was born in America... but that wasn't my point. Indians almost never get the good roles in American television. Now before you go off ranting about how Indians shouldn't be here in the first place... I thought America was supposed to be a free country? Or is it?
       My cousin wanted to be a part of a show in HBO. While I don't know what show he was auditioning for, but I do know this. When he came into the waiting hall of audition studio, all he could see is were a bunch of white people. I'm pretty sure these white people were thinking, "What's this Indian doing here? He's never going to get the role. HA!" So he went and he sat down in one of the chairs. He waited there for nearly 2 hours. And after he got called up, the people interviewing him asked him what role he was looking for. My cousin said the main character role of the show. The interviewer said, "No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry, but we already found a person who's fit for that role. This is the audition for the the main characters friend, a tech support." I don't know about you, but why were all those white people sitting in the waiting room? It turns out that if a white male were going to get that role, then they would put a bunch of makeup on him, to make him look like an Indian. And here's the part that fills me with rage, the white male was going to put on a stereotypical Indian voice. The minute my cousin heard that, he left the building. I don't blame him.
       Speaking of makeup to make you look like an Indian... apparently Ashton Kutcher's commercial with popchips was fake, If you don't know what I'm talking about, then read this article.
http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/05/03/pop-chips-pulls-offensive-ashton-kutcher-ad/
(Now that you're back...) Can you believe it? These people in Popchips had the nerve to make an AD basically showing off the stereotypical view of an Indian. Ever since I heard of this... I stopped eating Popchips. I don't really like Popchips anyway. The only flavor I honestly like is barbecue, other than that, I'm not a big fan.
      Now, while I'm writing about this, I do realize that there are some TV shows and movies that have an Indian as the protagonist, but not enough! And I also realize that every race needs to get at least a chance in starring as a protagonist in a Hollywood movie. But, at least Asians get good roles in movies! I mean, think about it. Whenever a white male is cast in a movie, instead of an Asian, the internet starts to rain hell on the film makers. Then when a white male is painted on to look like an Indian,  nobody really cares. Or at least it's not as big as the Asian issue. I want the people who make white people look like Indians on TV, should be rid of their job! Then only will I rest! I will fight for every race!
THIS IS SPARTA!
(not really)

42 is the Answer to Everything

I heard a lot of people wonder why 42 is the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.  Referenced in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. This quote has bewildered many people. "Where did it come from?" "What does it mean?" some ask. I think I may have found an answer to that question... after brainstorming what this puzzling statement could explain, I finally managed to come up with this:

"42 is 24 backwards. 24 can be sounded out to "twenty fours". Fours are what the four elements are: wind, water, fire, and earth. Earth is made of rocks. These rocks contain fossils. Fossils are dug up by humans, and contain history of everything before and present. Here is where we branch off into three sections. On one branch, we go back to the fours, where we can go fourward and backward on our history timeline. This, along with the rocks and other artifacts, represents almost everything that has happened on Earth, and all life that has ever existed here. Now we go back to the second branch, where we go back to humans. Humans are very populous on Earth, and it wouldn't be the same without us living here-it would be desolate without humans, obsolete as well. Humans speak different languages, have created and soaked in many cultures, and created many different things, to help our civilization progress on this planet. Humans keep progressing with our knowledge of the world around us as well, as technology hits new barriers every day. {Now we revisit the 20 at the beginning of this theory} A lot of our knowledge has been gathered over the past 20 years, and at the rate that we're improving, it would be no surprise to me if we knew everything about everything sometimes in the future. Plus, we already think we know everything about everything, but while I can see that's true (not), we still have a long way to go. That now finishes the second branch, and we shall visit the third next... Humans make up a big part of their lives, cause we are the only highly-intelligent creature on our planet, and we like to be smug about that sometimes. {Humans think that the world revolves around them, when there are so many other animals that live on this planet}. One could say that we are our own universe, and that the little universe we live in mainly revolves around us, and us alone."

Plus Google said so :)
☺

P.S.-Google knows everything

Wet Like Water

Today, I was coming back home from school, walking per usual. Today though, I had decided to not stay for tutorials and exited earlier then usual out out of the school, with the majority of other kids. I was walking with Groove, Broski, and X-Man-some of my best friends. I was walking, talking, and minding my own business, when I started turning around and walking backwards. I don't know why, but I do this often, just probably to look funny and cool { I'm not either of those two : ( }. After a few seconds of duration, I saw a kid (Shane) and one of his friends walking with one another, holding a bottle. I didn't make much of this, as this scene wasn't very alarming or abnormal. Boy was I wrong about that, I would soon find out. Anyway, I continued with my strange moon walk. Suddenly, I heard a splash, and I saw a plain, crushed, water bottle streaming towards me. Luckily, it hit the ground. I thought I was saved, but milliseconds later, before my brain could react, the same water bottle hit the ground; the concrete shattering the very thin and flimsy plastic on the point of impact. This caused an after-effect. Water sprayed everywhere, covering kids all around the epicenter, a few had slightly wet bags, and others had wet clothes. Unfortunately for me though, I was at the center of it all. You see, since I was walking backwards, I had my whole front body get drenched instead of the back of my backpack. The effects spread across the bottom of my pants to the lenses of my glasses. I got a good soaking! In fact, it looked as if I had peed my pants, because so much of water had collected near the mid-section of my jeans; I was so embarrassed and traumatized. I was so pissed after this, and wanted to know why these idiots would do something as ignorant and simpleminded as that! I decided to turn my face back to those kids, and to call out Shane (he was in the back). "I hate you, Shane," I exclaimed, "you got me all wet!". After yelling this, I turned back to my conversation with my friends, and continued on my way as normal, pretending nothing happened (I do have to say that I tried to cover most of my jeans with my jacket, although, to make less of the pool that had gathered there visible). Luckily, by the end of my walk, my pants had dried up; my jacket too, and I had wiped my glasses clean. I was happy once again... my life had been restored!

This brings up a good question though, which relates to water. Is water wet? I don't mean this as a joke, I mean, is water wet itself, and that's why it makes us wet? Or is it not wet, and just makes us wet if we touch it?

Please answer in this form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1UWcBczY2cJM1EFU0YvZ7RtMg0Fsha_ZPnYvvfXA8HiI/edit#responses

New School Syndrome

People all over the world move to different parts of the world for different reasons. Some are affected more greatly than others are. But, the humans who are affected the most while moving are the kids. They're the ones that have to adapt to their new surroundings the most. I recently just moved into a new house. Now I'm not complaining about the new house (its amazing), I'm complaining about the new school and the kids inside of it (Btw I moved from the School of Weird to the School of Rejects).

The kids inside of the School of Rejects are well.... interesting to say the least. You have your stereotypical groups: The Popular Ones, The Jocks, The Rich White Girls (No offense), The geeks/nerds, The All-Out Smart Kids, and The Outcasts (If I'am missing anyone... Not my fault). But, the there are also kids who just don't fit in a group. While I was in the cafeteria eating alone, a person with the biggest glasses I've ever seen, comes down and sits next to me. He takes out his lunchbox and pulls out a banana, a chocolate bar, and a spoon. That's right. Just those 3 things which have nothing to do with each other. Then, all of a sudden a humongous group of buffed up football players sit down at the same table. The big glasses kid takes all of the football players lunches and starts taking parts of their lunches and adds them to his own. The football players didn't even say a word! I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I told them I was poor and couldn't afford a proper lunch. But... SHHHH, don't tell them." So you tell me, is this kid an Outcast or a Smart one? He might even be both. Anyway... I didn't make this post to talk about all the different social groups in middle school. I created this post to talk about a thing I like to call the New School Syndrome. The New School Syndrome is the feeling you get before you enter your new school. And let me tell you, that feeling was in full blast before I got to the School of Rejects. Like I mean FULL BLAST! I had to go to the bathroom a ton of times. As I felt this "New School Syndrome," I had one thing in my mind... Don't mess up. Next thing you know, I trip on a door to my Algebra class and fall down. That's right, I tripped on the door and fell down. Luckily the class was more worried than hysterical, so I guess that was okay. Right now it's a couple weeks after and I'm doing okay. I made friends with a couple coconuts (Indians who are brown on the outside and white on the inside) and I now am not sitting alone at lunch. So that's good... I guess.

dab on dem haters...

Cousins

So I may or may not have mentioned that I am Korean. Korean people can be really good looking, which could have been with the help of plastic surgery, but that's a different story.

I'm going to be honest, okay? I don't think I'm ugly. I'm sorry if you think otherwise, but I just don't. I think I would look really nice if I didn't acne. So I'm like, decent looking. Gosh, that made me sound so stuck-up. I'm not. I was just giving my opinion. My cousins on the other hand... Oh. My. Gosh. They are drop-dead gorgeous. They're 24, 22, and 15. The 24-year old's name is Ji-Hee. She looks like an actual doll. I'm not even kidding. She's really pretty. Sure, she probably wears 15 pounds of foundation, but at least it doesn't look like it. The last time I saw her was when I was like, six or seven. She's not married. She has a boyfriend, though. The 22-year-old is a boy. His name is Hyun-Soo. He looks like a K-Pop Idol, I'm not even kidding. He's so good-looking. I don't remember meeting him. My mom said I did. Once. When I was like, five. He's already served his 2 years in the Korean military. The 15-year old's name is Tae-Hee. She's... hm, how to put this. She's also very good-looking. But, um... SHE'S A FOB!!! If you don't know who FOBs are... they're those girls who wear red, red lipstick and have blond/brown hair and follow cute guys and flirt with them, saying, "Oppa!" Ok, that was exaggerated. Forget the part about flirting. So they are people who wear red, red lipstick and have blond/brown hair. She's really so gorgeous without makeup. I don't understand why she wears so much.

It gets worse...
She's a WEEB!!
Oh well. She's still really good looking.
And then there's me.

Befooling Zip3-Part 2 (POV post)

Advil:
If you saw the last post (Part 1), then you'll know what happened. But, I'll explain even more. It was a normal Monday afternoon. I had just finished my homework, so I was going to fool around with Zip3 on Hangouts. But, there was this weird glitch happening where everyone in our group chat would get added to a newly formed chat. This would keep happening. So I had the greatest idea ever... I asked one of my friends, Kool Aid, to add my other account to one of the new chats. He did. I got on the chat (during a time when Zip 3 was online, and on a chat where I knew Zip 3 would certainly check), and after a brisk confrontation, the salient conversation followed. During this whole sequence, I couldn't stop but laughing hysterically. He was my innocent victim under my control! Who will be my next victim? Mwahahahahahahahah! By the end of it all, I had successfully fooled Zip3.



(WHO'S READY FOR THE PATRIOTS TO WIN TODAY?)


Zip3:
Ugh, I hate the Patriots with full passion. The only thing that sucks more is the prank that no-good braggart pulled off, with me as the innocent victim. That sucked. The worst part is that I had already seen that account sonce or twice before being used by Advil, yet I still got fooled by it. This has got to be the most embarrassing prank ever pulled off on me. I rarely get pranked, or even fall for the prank, but this situation proved to be one of those rare exceptions. I'm going to get Advil back for this... somehow, someway; I know I'm going to do it, hopefully in the near future. If I were you, Advil, I would start keeping my eyes and ears peeled from now on. Especially be aware if it has anything to do with school. I'll be watching, and waiting, for the right opportunity to jump out of the shadows and spring into action.

Befooling Zip3 - Part 1