<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226894368360640579</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:16:21.528-08:00</updated><category term="trigger"/><category term="school"/><category term="boredom"/><category term="classes"/><category term="feels"/><category term="geometry"/><category term="hello"/><category term="lines"/><category term="math"/><category term="pilot"/><category term="reading"/><category term="stories"/><category term="true lesson of math"/><category term="true story"/><title type='text'>Word Spill</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just a blog of any random thought that pops in my head that I think is worth sharing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typographicerrors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2226894368360640579/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typographicerrors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12006275870898130457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226894368360640579.post-8394213490279580699</id><published>2013-11-04T00:34:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-04T00:36:31.918-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feels"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="geometry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lines"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="math"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trigger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="true lesson of math"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="true story"/><title type='text'>Stories of Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We studied parallel lines during
geometry and according to Euclid, parallel lines are equidistant lines that
don’t meet, no matter how far you extend them, they will never meet. And I
think that this is kind of tragic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Parallel lines have a lot in common;
they have the same distance from each other, the same direction, they belong to
the same plane and they both go on forever. This is sad because even though
they’re so much alike in many ways, they will never meet; they will never be
given the chance to share a conversation, an experience or even a pick-up line.
They’re like soul mates that never became lovers or best friends that never became
friends. Just think of what will happen if everything in the universe was like
that, that everyone who has many things in common would never meet. The world
will just be filled with debates, contrast and possibly war because the only
person that you will ever come across will have a different opinion. There will
be no understanding and if the world will be like this, everyone will be alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But every other pair of line is just
as sad of a story as parallel lines because all the other lines meet at one
point but they end up drifting farther apart from each other forever. They’ll
meet once and never meet again, no matter how much you want to cross paths for
a second time; you just can’t seem to find each other. Isn’t that sad? Just imagine,
you finally found a friend or someone you like or agrees with you but you have
no choice but to leave each other, forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But if people were lines, and I’d
have to choose one, I’d choose to intersect, even though I know that it would
only be once and even though I know it would never last, at least I know what
else is out there. I’d rather feel both bliss and loss than never feel them at
all, I’d rather come across the most amazing person and be left than to have
never met him/her at all and I’d rather experience loss than not knowing what
is there to lose because I’m contented with me knowing that I exist in the same
plane with such being and with having the knowledge that I once existed in the
same space and time with him/her. But unlike lines, we human beings were gifted
with the power of choice. We could choose who we keep or who we leave behind
and I never knew how lucky we were to have this kind of power until now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I failed a test... But cross my heart and hope to die, i really did try to study.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The thing is, studying and I just don&#39;t go together, we can&#39;t co-exist in the same time and space with each other. For example, whenever I try to read a text book my imagination becomes really active (specially when I try to study world history) and thus, I can&#39;t study. My mind starts to wonder, one moment I&#39;m reading about what happened in China during the 1600&#39;s, then the next I&#39;m wondering what I would do if I had fairy godparents, who takes pictures of airplanes when they&#39;re already in the sky or where do all the nail clippings go. And if that&#39;s not it, i simply just fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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Also whenever I try to study I start getting hungry. I don&#39;t know if that&#39;s only boredom or if thinking makes digestion faster but all I know is that I just need to chew and if I don&#39;t I&#39;ll start breaking things. I always try to convince myself that i can study while I&#39;m eating but the truth is, I just cannot. I suck at multitasking, my brain can&#39;t focus on two things at the same time. So whenever I try to study while eating, my brain chooses to only focus on chewing and swallowing which is very irritating if I might add.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So these are the reasons why you really can&#39;t blame me for failing World History. Instead, blame it for being boring and difficult. And please remind me again, why do we need to study things that happened 10 bagillion years ago?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hey! My name is Aiden and I&#39;m just a kid with things to say and unfortunately for you guys, i chose blogger to post everything that my mind wants to blurt out. So if you want to know what I&#39;m thinking then you better read my blog. But why would you when it would normally be filled with stuff I that I think is wrong with the world and sometimes, things I find amazing, amusing and things that I just really wanna share. Well I don&#39;t care, I wanna blog, that&#39;s what i like to do and that&#39;s what I&#39;m gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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