Can't nobody hold me down.
I see you’ve stumbled across my little space on the web…
Hi, I’m Ren. I’ll post mainly about my life, I guess.
I’m the average teen, nothing special here. I’m based on the beautiful isles of Great Britain. You can watch me on DeviantArt at ~chordsandkeys
I got the title for this blog from my #1 favourite band, 2NE1, from their song, Can’t Nobody. Here it is:
~Ren ❤
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oh god.
If this blog wasn’t dead already, it will be now. Finals are coming up, and I’m pretty much behind on everything. We didn’t get our report cards with grades on them last term, so I literally have no idea what to do for anything. Parents are being stereotypically Asian as well, with threats and blackmail mixed in with constant pressure. The UKMT was a pointless waste of time that probably decreased my lifespan by years, due to the intense stress and I’m probably going to fail that miserably as well. Goodbye, free time! Hello, failure!
Nothing else much happened in my boring, pointless life that would be of much interest. Other than even more exams (Grade 5 piano exam), and little things that I have to take delight in since nothing good is happening (like the fact that I’m slowly moving away from my anime drawing style and into a Western, Homestuck-inspired one) my life is pretty much uneventful.
~Ren ♥
That last post..I feel so much better now. If I Die Young (song above) basically is how I feel now. Blogging is my medicine and therapy. But I must move on. Looking ahead is what matters, looking at what’s good instead of what’s bad.
I’m currently looking forward to a sleepover with some of my friends (Monika and Danni). We’ll be watching anime, cosplaying, eating Pocky (if I can sneak it in 
) and basically letting our hair down in the holidays. Honestly, I never thought I would find anyone who liked anime, let alone heard of it in my new school. When we went to camp (end of last October 2012, I think), Monika called my manga ‘those Japanese cartoon things’, but now she’s 100% otaku. Probably because of her brother, who introduced her to Death Note. Danni knew about anime and manga before, but didn’t really watch any of her own series’, just watching what her brother, a borderline weeaboo, watched, mostly Naruto and One Piece. I showed Danni Azumanga Daioh and now she’s obsessed XD
There are also otaku in other classes! I met some moonies 2 years above, and I have seen someone reading Bleach on the computer before. But I doubt I will ever meet them, let alone know them and their interests. Ah well. I have my close friends who share my interests. They’re even more awesome than I wanted.
~Ren ♥
This is kinda an update from my previous post, so if you haven’t read that then you’ll be kinda confused. Not that anyone reads this anyway.
Let me put it straight. He has now come back, crawling on all fours (not literally, lol), and said, and I quote:
“ by the way I did mean every thing I said on face book I just didn’t have the guts to tell u at th disco”
(we saw each other at a disco btw)
So apparently the girl he was infatuated with earlier rejected him when he asked her out and now he’s coming back to me. Great. Honestly, I am pretty pissed, but also kind of happy..? You may remember that I did have a kinda-sorta-flushed crush for him, and you know, you would be happy.
He still likes the girl before though..? So I don’t know what to do. I think the Handmaid represents my feeling to him and the world right now the best.
The post title was taken from an INFINITE song, by the way. My cousin really really likes this band, and I really like this song. It’s very fitting for this occasion.
~Ren ♥
The title actually has something to do with something for a change. Two of my friends auditioned for a play of Alice The Musical , and we found out who got what part on Friday. One of them was the Doormouse, the part that everyone wanted. My other friend got the Duck. Now everyone’s pissed at her (Doormouse).
But anyway. Onto deeper issues. I don’t even know how to post this, I know people I know are reading this, and I just feel more comfortable talking to complete strangers than people I know and trust. I’ve met so many cool and awesome, trustworthy and honest people blogging, and I really want to meet you guys IRL. It would just add another layer onto our friendship, I guess… But that’s another post.
OK, so basically there’s this guy I have a..well, not ‘crush’ in the sense of the word, but let’s say very very very strong broship for. Like a best guy friend, except with a bit more affection on my side. He asked me out once, as a dare, and kept the ruse up through Facebook for about 2 years. Yeah, that long. Maybe I could consider myself an evil ex-gf. I hadn’t actually seen him for that long, since he moved schools 3 years ago. I saw him for the first time in that long at a disco, and we had a friendly chat there. He doesn’t actually look that much different (just had greasier hair XD). And this all grows from there.
Part 2. He found me on Instagram. That’s where I post all my weird fandom related things, and creep out popular people. He followed first, and I followed back. TBH, all he posts are selfies and misused memes, which aren’t that funny. So this morning I just checked my Instagram, as usual, and found this post, as a picture of a note:
**name here**
**lots of adjectives, describing how wonderful and beautiful she is**
That’s it. Posted 3 times. The girl’s name in question was one of a popular girl, in a different class to me. She’s not even particularly pretty, talented or anything. She looks like a frog. And now I’m getting all jealous and resentful. God. I need to calm my tits. I did comment on the last picture of the note ‘get a room!! XD’, but that’s it. Nothing shown. I need to move on, don’t I? I also need to delete the address of this blog from my Instagram. Lest he or she see. Then I’ll be in hot water.
~Ren ♥
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Title has nothing to do with anything, it was just a cute little name I thought up for a character.
But anyway, yesterday my school was visited by a writer, and I told her about this little blog, when she asked us all if we wrote outside of school. She said it was a really good idea, and now I don’t feel so “I hate this blog, no one ever visits it anyway”. Even though no one reads this, I still love sharing my feelings to the world. It’s kinda therapeutic.
A couple of days ago, I was outside (gasp!?!) with Monika. We were just talking about random things, really, and we came to the subject of popular people. For some reason, we both thought around the same things about who was popular and who wasn’t. The whole little popular clique in our class was outside, just pissing around near the bench where Monika and I were. We began talking about them, and agreed that they were manipulative little *witches*. When one of them came to talk to us (Miss I-Got-A-Sports-Scholarship-And-Am-In-The-A-Team), we kept anything we said short. We know to be wary.
I wouldn’t consider myself popular. Not at all. I’m definitely not the most unpopular though. I’ve got my little group (I can’t name it without revealing a lot of my friends’ names) and we’re all pretty happy as we are. We don’t really belong to the hierarchy of popular-average-unpopular, since we’re not hated or anything like that. People come to us, not us to them. If they wanna join (like a couple of people have), they ask us. It feels pretty nice to be part of our little..well, how do I describe it? It’s more than a group of friends. We vow to stick together, for as long as we can, and we haven’t had many major arguments. Just little things. I’m not a loner. 
Speaking about that particular day, there was a maths contest on that day. I couldn’t be bothered to enter, and felt pretty sick, so that’s why I was outside. However, Danni, Anka and some other people, including the class nerd (let’s call her Anais) went in. You can guess what happened. Danni and Anka were thrashed and left for dead, since Anais had gone into overdrive with ‘winning’. She even beat sixth formers, and probably annoyed everyone else. Everybody felt like crap, from illness or otherwise.
~Ren ♥
I need to post here more. Unfortunately, I don’t, due to personal reasons. At least I have some time to rant.
Well, there’s a girl in the year above me who I’m kinda-sorta close to. Let’s call her Amy, after the super smart Sailor Mercury’s dub name. She’s a bit of a Moonie, and hangs out in our little otaku group sometimes. Amy, I and some of the more dorky people in my year go to Science Club. There used to be a lot of people there, but now it’s kinda boring and there are only about 6 people going. I need something to do on a Wednesday. Well, when we were going back to our homerooms (ahaha, Americanisms – but it sounds better than form rooms), Amy told us all that she was actually x years old and should be in our year. Immediately she was bombarded with questions about it. I hung back, having been cut off trying to tell Amy that I could have been just like her. I could have. At least someone else could hear my story.
When I was very very little, and in a state school, my teachers in Reception or whatever you call the year before Year 1, offered to move me up a year. Now, I have to admit, I am kinda smart and not as dumb as I make myself out to be. Even though I do love Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, and even make my own stylistic-suck comic (The Bog Beng Theo), which reduces my brain cells by millions every time I create one and rad it. My parents said no, my mother also having been denied this experience. Many years later, my parents told me about this, and they told me it was because I probably would have become weird, anti-social and not as well adjusted as I am now.
Now I think about it, they did the right thing. Not everyone who gets moved up a year becomes ‘the loner’ – Sita is absolutely fine and fits in really well. However, in Amy’s case, I always see her at break on her own, reading a book or something. Sometimes someone from our little band of exiles goes up and talks to her (TBCH, I only talk to her to see when I can have the copy of Sailor Moon I’m on now) , probably about Minecraft (Amy’s a bit of a tomboy) or mantelopes (don’t ask). I wouldn’t have met all these awesome people I know now if I had been in the year above, and I probably wouldn’t have discovered all these amazing things such as anime, kpop etc. I love my life.
~Ren ♥
As you might be able to see, the majority of the pages up there are gone. It breaks my heart to see the pages I worked so hard on gone, but I think I must. I guess I’m just growing up….
I’m actually doing things for once. I’m surprised.
(I found this song off an ad for Revenge, and now I love it! The song, the show is stupid)
~Ren
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I said I would be on a hiatus last post, but I guess that didn’t come into fruition. I guess I’m just attached to this blog. It is my baby, after all. *strokes lovingly*
I got my grades yesterday, and for some reason I got pretty good ones. I thought my grades would go crashing down after I joined dA, since during the weeks I’ve joined my assessement grades haven’t been as good as they normally have. We did 2. I got over full marks in 1 of them. In the other, I got 1 under the full mark grade. Yeah, I’m a perfectionist, aren’t I?
If you read the title, you’ll know that I’m giving a bit more news about this little place on the Web. I’m going to be remodelling it completely, to make it more about my life etc. RGRAS is dead, the animal pictures are going bye-bye and the anime dictionary is in the bin. I don’t have time to post about these things. I need to keep my grades up, keep a social life, and prepare myself for my Grade 5 music theory exam (I’m pretty much failing music theory class, due to bad exam preparation from my last teacher) by reading Classical Music For Dummies. This means I can’t post as much, or be a full part of blogging life. I’m so sorry guys, my priorities caught up with me.
Tears are coming to my eyes and a lump has formed in my throat. It might just be the song, but I think it’s the pain of having to post this.
~Ren ♥
I don’t have anything to post about. This blog is half-dead. Half because WordPress goes ‘HURR HURR HURR IMMA LOG YOU OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF YOU TYPING YOUR SUPER LONG POST’ and half because DA is so much better. The majority of my BFFs (Blogger Friends Forever) are also on there a lot more, and I don’t want to be left out. Also, the majority of the Otaku Club (I would make a post about this, but WP was being a troll-see above) are there.
Welp, see ya later.
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