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remember when you were younger? - Sn1perJohnE - 2010-01-08

Ahh, the boyscouts. Ive forced my self to forget most of those times a-@.

One that I do remember though, was webloes (sic) back packing trip that was next to a river at the farthest point. Well, my mom being the one packing my clothes for the trip, didnt pack any swimming trunks for me. So one day, when everyone else in the pack decided to go wading up the river, i had to go while in my underwear. Wasnt too bad, as we were basically waist to stomach deep in the water, but it really would have been more "freeing" for me if i had some trunks :c|

Along those same lines, the Boys and Girls club I used to go to would have trips to a swimming pool every so often. Of course, I would never remember when it was we were going on these trips, and would sometimes end up swimming in my underwear...again.

Around the 3rd or 4th grades, I had to go to some meeting for kids who had issues within class (see above last post about proficiency test for my problem), which actually had one of the kids from my boyscout troop. Somehow, I had gotten the idea in my head that we didnt have to go to school and a bunch of other stuff (think freedom of speech and other rights) and would talk about that when i was utterly bored in these "meetings". Its funny thinking about it now, cause we hadnt even gone over anything about what i was talking about yet in class.

I once punched an asian girl in the boob while waiting in line to play handball. a-@ (she leaned into it so that Id hit her there :c|)

I used to save my sandwich bags from lunch and go out and catch sand bees (bees that borrow into the sand) and takes them home just to tear their wings off and feed them to the spiders outside my condo. a-@

remember when you were younger? - TøbiasBlack - 2010-01-08

Sn1perJohnE Wrote:I once punched an asian girl in the boob while waiting in line to play handball. a-@ (she leaned into it so that Id hit her there :c|)

...bet shes quite the kink now. >_>

' Wrote:I used to save my sandwich bags from lunch and go out and catch sand bees (bees that borrow into the sand) and takes them home just to tear their wings off and feed them to the spiders outside my condo. a-@

wait, what?

remember when you were younger? - Sn1perJohnE - 2010-01-08

TobiasBlack Wrote:wait, what?

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Bees that live in the sand a-@ its fun catching em. Ya sneak up on em when they go into their holes and put the bag over it, the close it with them inside.

remember when you were younger? - TøbiasBlack - 2010-01-08

0-@

never seen nor heard of those things before...

remember when you were younger? - xAyakoCx - 2010-01-08

My mum did that 20% when I was young, but when I was behaving badly, she would spank me bare-bottomed D:
OUCH
Someone should've called the police in 1999 Frown

remember when you were younger? - Sn1perJohnE - 2010-01-08

From what i read on one of the sites while looking for those two pics to use, theyre mostly in the west. And alot in California.

Try these on for size baby.
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remember when you were younger? - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-01-08

My childhood was sort of ...f'ucked up, well, sorta. Not as bad as some people here. I was.. unusually aggressive younger.

4th grade: A kid on the bus wanted to sit 'away' from the window, of course, this kid was in 2nd or 3rd grade. He kept pushing me around every time he gets on the bus, he then called me Chinese. The next thing I knew, I stood up, and POPPED him one right in the eye. His right eye swelled up and it turned dark-purple, yes, I gave the kid a black-eye. He was so scared of me. He didn't even report it to the principal. After punching him, I said "What now, b'tch."

5th grade: This one girl I liked, her name was Rachel. I saw her walking in the hallway. Even as a 5th grader, I already gained the mind of a pervert. I walked up to her, and with my right hand, grabbed her behind and copped a feel. She turned around, raised her eyebrow, and said "Eh, but you're just being Khoi. I know how you are. I don't take this seriously.", so I just raised my eyebrow at her and smiled.

6th grade: Fights, fights, fights, lots of it. Couldn't get along with some students. Locker room, got into a fight with a black kid. Of course, I didn't know karate at the time, but by watching so many Jackie Chan movies and MMPR, I figured I could try. This kind called me racial-slurs, so I got up, knee'd him in the balls. He then RAGED and started running up to me, trying to pin me down. A bunch of white guys who happened to be close classmates at the time grabbed the kid, and stopped him from punching me. this was later reported tothe principal, and I remembered getting ...3 detentions for it. I also skipped various classes, and got tons of detentions for it. Also remember coming in late to class, got in a sh'tload of trouble. What was I doing with my time? Hitting on the girls or playing cards upstairs, or even games.

7th grade: YUGIOHHHHH~. This was when I started playing YuGiOh. Got into a fight with two black kids (at this point, I moved to another town). They both ganged up on me, and of course, I knocked one of them in the stomach, but the other one grabbed me from behind by the arms. So I couldn't budge. the other black kid wanted revenge, so he hit me in the guts as hard as he could. The next thing I remembered, I was in pain, and I blacked-out for a couple mins. When I awoke, the kids were gone. I then had to walk 5-10 mins home up a hill. Not fun.

8th: My bestfriend was Wade. He's this tall muscular white guy that I hang out with. Of course, he went to my house every day, and we'd eat ramen or something.. oriental. Afterwards, we'd watch Digimon on TV or played Digimon Rumble Arena on the PS1. Sometimes, we'd talk about girls or played MediEvil II or Digimon World 3. Good times. Best year in Middle School. He of course, had a girlfriend, I did not. Rather envious. I also remember going to his house at times too, I met his little sister, Brittany. She was quite fond of me, she was in 6th grade at the time though. I remembered walking in on her room, and seeing her ...mostly undressed, let's just put it at that. She screamed and told me to shut the door. Oops? Good times!

9th grade: Moved yet again. This time, I was in a really sh'tty town. African Americans everywhere, note, I'm not racist, I've just had bad experiences with them more than white folks at the time. Anyways, here's when sh't turned WRONG. I started hanging around gamers that did drugs. I of course, refused to smoke anything. At this point, every day going home was pretty much a can of beer. I sorta started dressing really goth.. except I prefered camou pants.

10th: I looked like Neo 60% of the days in school. Imagine what Neo from the Matrix looks like, yeah, that's me.

11th: Normal back again, I moved. This time, I had a small group of friends. I didn't want friends. But I had them. .... During lunch, I'd purposely go somewhere else, because I can't stand people.

12th: I was the coolest Asian guy in High School at this point. I've made myself known by being obnoxiously lazy, like sleeping in class most of the time, yet still passing most of my classes with a B or higher. My friends grew fonder of me, we played "Dead or Alive 2" (remake) on the Xbox every day before lunch, and sometimes after in the library. We would get 2 controllers, and 1 Xbox. I would win the majority of the matches because I've BEEN playing DoA for a while. My mains were Hitomi and Kasumi (guess how I got the IGN "Kasuhitomi", ring a bell?). At this point, I also became more confident of myself, don't know what happened, probably because I started to let people in on my life. I had people to talk to. However, one time while on the bus, this kid called me a "Chink", so I said "Excuse me?". Note that this kid was like in 7th grade.. and I'm in 12th, we share school-buses even if they're in Middle School because my school's sorta messy.

He said "Yeah, chink.", and I said nothing "...". Next thing you know, I stood up, walked to where he sat, grabbed him by the neck-collar, and slammed his back against the bus-window as HARD as I could. The kid looked like he was about to piss his pants and cry. I said "One more time? I couldn't hear you.", and he didn't say anything. I let him down, and punched him in the chest, though not a hard punch. He fell down, and almost cried. As soon as his bus-stop got off, he ran out as fast as he could. The next couple times when he saw me, he didn't even want to make eye-contact, as I would continually glare at him and watch him as he got onto the bus. Kid never messed with me again. Everybody on the bus who witnessed that sorta made a "O_O" face expression as they saw what happened. Fun times.

Also, forgot to mention what made me popular. During Gym class, we were playing tag-football. Our gym classes are f'cked up, there would always be fights every week . . . Crazy. This one BIG latino guy that played football was acting like he's a bigshot. So I got kinda irked by it. Of course, me sitting there on the bleachers eating a bunch of candy made it worse. After consuming so much, I got really hyper.

So anyways, he got the football at one point, and I was called back by coach, so I'm on the field, k? And suddenly, I dashed and hi-jump-kicked him in mid-air. .. right on the chest. He fell ... back really far and slammed against the wall. Me thinking "Oh crap, what did I just do, dood.", I started looking around the gymnasium. Everyone looked at me like I just pulled some kind of THE MATRIX sh't, which I did.. out of nowhere. The big latino kid got up and started chasing me, he said "YOU BETTER F'CKING WATCH YOURSELF, KID, I'LL F'CK YOU UP." I raised my eyebrow at the guy and shrugged. Of course, I slowly walked away.. and then ran for my life.

Weeks before graduation, during the last day of school, me and my friends came to school. We set up a BBQ grill in the 'middle' of the school, yes, srs. Behind the library was a SMALL open area with chairs. We set up a grill there, several picnic tables, and we had a feast to congratulate ourselves. My friends picked me up at 7 AM in the morning, my mom had made a HUUUUGE pot of fried rice. Zach, being the goof he is, opened the lid and took a goof whiff of the rice. So when we all got to the school, we ate.. quite a lot. I remembered having lamb-legs for lunch that day. Even Kim Chi made by my friend, and he isn't even Asian.. He made great Kim Chi. . . UHHH... yeah.

At graduation, all of us threw our caps upwards as we graduated. I was one of the many. As I got out afterwards, my dad looked at me and said "You're an idiot". Of course, depressed by this, I didn't say much. My friends asked "What's wrong?", so I told them what happened. One of my friend, Zach, said his father is the same, so I had someone that understood. After High School, everything changed. . . . I felt more confident in myself, though, albeit, still lazy as ever. I started drinking more, it became a habit when I got depressive. But I'm more friendly and myself around people. I learned how to be myself more and still be able to socialize with others. Regardless if I'm "known" by people or not, I try not to make a big deal out of it and just start conversations if I think it'd get interesting.

College days: I got interested in computers. After being a moderator on some forums, and an admin in a LOLforum, I ended up getting really interested at this point. Took CIS: Computer Networking, don't regret it, I like it. But it's ridiculously hard.. Best friend was Steve, we go to the same classes at times, but he majors in Forensics. We do different stuff, but yeah, we'd go to Taco Bell every day after classes are over, or to Mc Donald's, jajaja. We'd pay for each other's meals at times too, we were the best of buddies, no joke. He played WoW, while I played MapleStory at this time. At this point, I started hacking the school's computer-lab for fun, because it wouldn't ever save my settings, pissed me the f'ck off whenever I logged off. F'ckers.

PS: My life is comparable to Yusuke Urameshi (from Yu Yu Hakusho), except I'm lazier, and I don't really enjoy fights as much.

remember when you were younger? - Zephyr - 2010-01-08

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what did you do dood

remember when you were younger? - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-01-08

Zephyr Wrote:

what did you do dood

Some crazy-ass Asian sh't back in High School, dood.

yes, I played Disgaea too.

remember when you were younger? - Zephyr - 2010-01-08

I've dream of Hi-jump kicking someone... I just need the oportunity and bam, kick to the chest/face

(Friend lent me a ps2, got disgaea 2, been laughing my ass off at it dood xd)

remember when you were younger? - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-01-08

Zephyr Wrote:I've dream of Hi-jump kicking someone... I just need the oportunity and bam, kick to the chest/face

(Friend lent me a ps2, got disgaea 2, been laughing my ass off at it dood xd)

Yeah, seriously. I kicked a very buffed-up Latino version of Arnold Swargz-what's-his-name right on the chest, he f'cking flew, dood. But yeah, GOOD TIMES. Just go for it, dood. Then run.. run for your life!

EDIT: Forgot to mention, I didn't include my other stories of me grabbing this one girl's butt when she was walking in the hallway. Nor did I tell about the time when I turned my head back to stare at my friend's chest (she had nice breasts..), she slapped me across the face, and everyone heard the sound of her smacking me. They all turned around. . . the teacher heard, but she didn't care, it was a typical day as long as I'm in class. Oh man . . .

remember when you were younger? - Zephyr - 2010-01-08

Why run for your life dood, when you can kick them while they are down and be a total papayagot dood!

or apply PRINNY BARRAGE dood

remember when you were younger? - Super_cyp - 2010-01-08

Ahh it was fun, I used to get tons of red frogs at the pool shop and those fun dip things. I still love eating them if I see them around, unfortunately they seem to be a bit scarce these days. I remember the first time I skinned my knee and didn't cry before that its a bit of a blur. I remember getting my first set of Pokemon cards and getting a Wartortle xD umm I remember playing Pokemon red and trying to defeat the Elite Four with only a charizard.. it took a while but I succeeded +_+ xDD Anything from the age 6 and under is a bit blurry.. :f6:

remember when you were younger? - Spideyjvc - 2010-01-08

Sn1perJohnE Wrote:

Bees that live in the sand a-@ its fun catching em. Ya sneak up on em when they go into their holes and put the bag over it, the close it with them inside.

I used to do this, but with ants (I don't even know what kind of ants they were, but they were freaking huge).

I'd pick them up, and they'd go crazy, using their pincers to try and harm me, but it never hurt. what was annoying was trying to get them off my finger to drop them into the web. I did this with roaches too. Sometimes I'd end up putting a roach on it's back on the stove top. It's funny, because they have trouble flipping themselves over. Then I'd put the stove on and watch as their antenna glow and they expand from the heat.

I stopped though, because it was a bit strange having to get a napkin to pick them up, only to have them crumble when I try.

remember when you were younger? - NinjaKitties - 2010-01-08

Sn1perJohnE Wrote:Ahh, the boyscouts. Ive forced my self to forget most of those times a-@.

One that I do remember though, was webloes (sic) back packing trip that was next to a river at the farthest point. Well, my mom being the one packing my clothes for the trip, didnt pack any swimming trunks for me. So one day, when everyone else in the pack decided to go wading up the river, i had to go while in my underwear. Wasnt too bad, as we were basically waist to stomach deep in the water, but it really would have been more "freeing" for me if i had some trunks :c|

At a klondike derby I tripped and was run over by a sled. I have never had a good experience at any of those ever, so I refuse to go to them. Even now close to Eagle scout I hate it.

remember when you were younger? - TøbiasBlack - 2010-01-08

since khoi mentioned high school, it reminded me of some things that happened to me when i went to high school. but before that, in 8th grade, on the last day of school, which was also my birthday, this really muscular and buff kid decided that he would give me my birthday punches during gym. now not to give too much credit to the guy, being that we were in 8th grade and im still weak as pineapple, but after about 6 i was at my limit with the guy, so i started to block his punches. that worked well enough... until a then friend of mine decided to come up to my other side while we were sitting on the bleachers and punch me in my left side. so here i am, blocking two people feebly while the two gym teachers, one of which is a brother to an ex WWF professional wrestler, just sat across the gym not even getting up to see what was going on. cue the big kids rage at my stopping his fun; he stands up and straight hooks me in the face, at the corner of my head. now, since i wear glasses, this posed an interesting predicament, as the corner of the frames cut into my eye, literally at the corner of my eye. had it have been even a centimeter closer id be half blind right now. the first thing i do is pull my sleeve up, thank you long sleeve shirt in the middle of june, and covered my face thinking my eye was in my hands, and scream bloody murder. it was then that the two teachers got up and ran over to see what was going on. i start cursing more than ive ever done in my life, as the female gym teacher starts leading me to the nurses office.

in there, ill just note this now that this is where i developed my coping mechanism, i had to pull my hand off of my face, which took a good 15 minutes of coaxing by both the principal, my mother whom had arrived by this point, both gym teachers, and the nurse. the first thing i hear is a collective "OMG, WHAT HAPPENED?!" i go to the bathroom and look into the mirror, and i see half of my face is swollen and my eye was sore, but still intact. i laughed at that i couldve been blinded by this idiot, and because i thought the swelling and bruising, especially that massive gouge next to my eye, was just plain funny. cue my mothers rage at the school for letting this happen, and later on i get 21k from the school. wish i had been blinded though. guarantee id have gotten much much more, and i can go on disability from the state/government. theres still a tiny hook shaped scar at the corner of my eye, and some nights when i lay on it too long or it gets too cold, it gets red and stands out prominently.

but back to high school. i wasnt exactly mister social popular, hey look at me im the cool new kid. (moved to a new school, guess why? >_>) i was that awkward, lets avoid that wierdo kid. though i got along fine with most everyone, there was still those few that i just never clicked with. it wasnt until 11th grade that i made any actual friends, though they were more school pals than friends, but i digress. during that debate on whether flag burning was constitutional, one of my friends, which all of them were massive stoners, said that if it was allowed as a legal form of protest he'd run down the halls and burn a flag. yeah, just because he wanted to be cool or some pomegranate. iuno, but he went on like that for a week. then when it was announced that it was, the first thing he did was storm out of our classroom, and the teacher alerted the principal. dude didnt even have a flag, just ran around the halls with a lit lighter. then another of those friends, he and i got along pretty well. he drew and wrote a little, as well as played the bass, so i kinda was jealous and fond of him. one day i went over to his place and saw some things he had written down on his walls, and they were, well, not all that good. that kinda proved a catalyst for me to do better as a writer, which looking back is kinda funny.

12th grade, only two things i really feel worth noting. i had homeroom, then physics. there was this one girl who was so conceeded, so uptight and full of herself, miss im so popular and im the most beautiful thing under the earth, and she went out with utter scum. like, the one guy she was out with when we were in 12th grade together, a massive waste of space, but she still stayed with him because i guess he was a good pineapple. anyways, she enjoyed making fun of me, calling me a loser and that id die a virgin, which i tell myself still anyways, so i would laugh at her and call her a slut. this went on almost every single day. the best line i can remember between us went like this:

Her: Steve, youre such a pathetic loser. No girl will ever have sex with you.
Me: Sam, go pineapple yourself, you've got no room to talk. You've been around so much that i could fit a train between your legs. i mean, jesus christ your platypus's been so stretched loose that i bet you could take 5 men in there at a time, which im sure you already have.
Her: Shut up steve, you ugly balding idiot.
Me: Pssh, peach, at least i can control my ass, it hasnt been so loosened that all i need to is bend over and the pomegranate just slides out like your ass was sprayed down with Pam.

the teacher and everyone in that class would laugh themselves to tears when her and i would really get into it.

then came senior trip... i have mixed feelings about it.. and on second thought, ill just say this about i; only two things came of it. i saw my crush in her underwear unintendedly, and on the trip to universal studios i forgot my food money so i spent the entire day and afternoon walking around the park, reading, and sleeping, having no real fun and spending all day alone. i got through The List of Seven thanks to that day. then later at that knight diner place, there was a dance and due to my etreme fatigue and hunger, since i dont eat/hate really greasy foods, and all that they served was an incredibly greasy chicken drumstick, i didnt really eat anything that day, and during the dance i went outside and fell to an emotional breakdown. oh yeah, best day there. >_>

remember when you were younger? - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-01-08

Looks like you had a more miserable High School life than I did. I always was too laid-back, but I do have a temper. Once you piss me off, uhh.. lol. I had a habit with fighting people too, worst habit of mine, ever. I sorta enjoyed fighting near High School.. >____>

remember when you were younger? - English - 2010-01-08

I knocked over a plantpot and my science teacher locked me in a classroom for an hour. Childhood = instantly ruined.

remember when you were younger? - Tay - 2010-01-08

I remember a little too much.
I can still feel his arms around my neck, the only thing keeping me in the air was the friction between me and the wall.

remember when you were younger? - TøbiasBlack - 2010-01-08

Tay Wrote:I remember a little too much.
I can still feel his arms around my neck, the only thing keeping me in the air was the friction between me and the wall.

...interested and intrigued...

Kawasari Mimoto Wrote:Looks like you had a more miserable High School life than I did. I always was too laid-back, but I do have a temper. Once you piss me off, uhh.. lol. I had a habit with fighting people too, worst habit of mine, ever. I sorta enjoyed fighting near High School.. >____>

yeah, i could say it was miserable. it wasnt one id want to relive outside of fixing mistakes and such, but some good came of it... albeit it took a few years after for me to accept that. though one day when i was walking to school i found a stick that looked like a shelelegh, an irish walking stick/club. i picked it up and brought it into the school. at the end of the day the friend who played bass came up to my locker, and i told him "Hey guess what i found?" he said what, and i quickly hit him in the shin with it. and then i laughed. then i got hit in the gut. then we both laughed.
i swear ever since almost losing my eye i just laugh at anything and brush it aside. well, not everything, but a great deal.