Hey, it's me, Kay the rebel girl.
I've made tons of blogs, internet entries, or anything and not much people take a look at it. So here I am, hope nothing about the views of the blog nor what your reaction would be. I just want to say things running in my head. I'm rebellious. I was born as a middle child. Between my siblings, I am that "rebellious yet stubborn" kid. Idk, but I feel like I don't want to have the same thing as my siblings had. I had that different taste of music, different way of seeking some fun, different way to please myself, different meaning about love, and all the stuffs.
So, recently, my parents have decided to send me to a boarding school, which my brother graduated from. I passed the test, I got a scholarship to study that without paying anything and yeah, my parents tell me I should get there. Idk, it just doesn't feel good to me. No phone, no internet, no anything. I feel like I'm about to live in the jungle. I think it's better to join the army back to the WWII and fight there. Get into the Easy Company, get down to the Normandy and die. Done. People will remember me as a hero. Or at least, I'll be pronounced MIA or KIA. I don't have to count these bullshits gradient or freaking Algebra nor Calculus. Thanks, Calculus, but I could live with just food, dry sheets, money and love. Oh, and yeah, I don't have to count gradient because being an architect isn't one of my dreams. Math, please tell Andy or Kyle or Lisa or anyone who gets a problem with things and need me to solve it, please, please, tell them to solve it by themselves and don't make it as a test that will determine my whole future.
Btw, I'm so sick of this. This is a whole bullshit. I've learned to be good girl and bad girl at the same time. I know how to flirt and stuffs around that. On the other side, I know that words, that sacred words to say when you're in front of a saint. I know about religion and cond*m at the same time. Both of them are good friends inside my head. Not really good friends, but they live in the same room in my head. They come out slightly in the same time, just like train schedule.
I feel like school only teach you how to calculate, how to this, how to do that, but you can't actually use it in real life. Like, hey, I'm not curious about the minor calyx or Bowman's Capsule or Henle's ascending loop or the Kidney. At least, my dream is not to be a doctor. So if I got something wrong with my kidney, I'll see a doctor and ask what's wrong with my body, and then get the prescription, pay the bill and the drugs, then go home. Eat the drugs, watch tv and sleep. Simple af.
Or sometimes, I wish I was born in 1600s or 1500s as a boy and travel the world as a pirate or something. Then I'll die with a single hand because the other one has been replaced with a hook and I'm using an eye patch. Anyway, I'm gonna write again later. Still grunting. Stay tune!
I've made tons of blogs, internet entries, or anything and not much people take a look at it. So here I am, hope nothing about the views of the blog nor what your reaction would be. I just want to say things running in my head. I'm rebellious. I was born as a middle child. Between my siblings, I am that "rebellious yet stubborn" kid. Idk, but I feel like I don't want to have the same thing as my siblings had. I had that different taste of music, different way of seeking some fun, different way to please myself, different meaning about love, and all the stuffs.
So, recently, my parents have decided to send me to a boarding school, which my brother graduated from. I passed the test, I got a scholarship to study that without paying anything and yeah, my parents tell me I should get there. Idk, it just doesn't feel good to me. No phone, no internet, no anything. I feel like I'm about to live in the jungle. I think it's better to join the army back to the WWII and fight there. Get into the Easy Company, get down to the Normandy and die. Done. People will remember me as a hero. Or at least, I'll be pronounced MIA or KIA. I don't have to count these bullshits gradient or freaking Algebra nor Calculus. Thanks, Calculus, but I could live with just food, dry sheets, money and love. Oh, and yeah, I don't have to count gradient because being an architect isn't one of my dreams. Math, please tell Andy or Kyle or Lisa or anyone who gets a problem with things and need me to solve it, please, please, tell them to solve it by themselves and don't make it as a test that will determine my whole future.
Btw, I'm so sick of this. This is a whole bullshit. I've learned to be good girl and bad girl at the same time. I know how to flirt and stuffs around that. On the other side, I know that words, that sacred words to say when you're in front of a saint. I know about religion and cond*m at the same time. Both of them are good friends inside my head. Not really good friends, but they live in the same room in my head. They come out slightly in the same time, just like train schedule.
I feel like school only teach you how to calculate, how to this, how to do that, but you can't actually use it in real life. Like, hey, I'm not curious about the minor calyx or Bowman's Capsule or Henle's ascending loop or the Kidney. At least, my dream is not to be a doctor. So if I got something wrong with my kidney, I'll see a doctor and ask what's wrong with my body, and then get the prescription, pay the bill and the drugs, then go home. Eat the drugs, watch tv and sleep. Simple af.
Or sometimes, I wish I was born in 1600s or 1500s as a boy and travel the world as a pirate or something. Then I'll die with a single hand because the other one has been replaced with a hook and I'm using an eye patch. Anyway, I'm gonna write again later. Still grunting. Stay tune!
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