kcjo:
Aerogel, also know as frozen smoke, is the world’s lowest density solid, clocking in at 96% air. If you hold a small piece in your hand, it’s practically impossible to either see or feel, but if you poke it, it’s like styrofoam. It supports up to 4,000 times its own weight and can withstand a direct blast from two pounds of dynamite. It’s also the best insulator in existence.
So this is what badminton rackets have inside them o.o
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Dear Alan,
You’re already 17, can you believe it? SUPER OLD!! Just kidding. :P
One more year till we’re adults, can you imagine? And you know what? You’ll read this letter again and you’ll be like “man, it seemed like just yesterday I was reading this.” ’Cause time flies just that fast! Haha, hope you have a good one! May next year be even better than the last!
Happy Birthday!
Sincerely,
[Anonymous]
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Yes, time flies by just that damn fast. It really does seem like just yesterday I was reading this. But the next year wasn’t better, and time changed so many things. I moved to a new house - I’m still settling in, trying to change myself for the better/fix myself. I can drive now, I am getting better grades, I am starting to improve my living conditions within my already well off living conditions. My life in many ways has never been better. However, in so many ways, it has barely even started even though I am already half a year from 19 years old.
Yes, time flew by. I haven’t spoken to you for so long. Every time we interact, we become more awkward to the point where both of us do not even want to see each other anymore. Maybe that’s just a part of life, we were never really that similar anyways - so our paths have split, and we don’t look back. But having found this letter, I was surprised that my heart dropped. I do not regret having found this letter, but I feel like I’ve lost something special to my life.
Sincerely,
Alan Lin
The bus has been the same for a while. I met new people today, but I do that all the time now. From now on, I’ll only post things that catch my eye or are out of the norm.
Anyways - “Alan, how have you been?” I’ve actually been doing great. I’m slowly fixing myself to be a better, responsible, more reliable person. I’m studying, working harder, playing less video games, spending less time on Youtube, and I’m drinking more water.
Concerning water, I feel like my body is rotten on the inside or at least not very hydrated. Do any of you know what I mean? It’s not like I actually am (though I don’t really know); it’s just that I do not believe my doctor when he says I’m ”very health.” Being lonely isn’t a problem anymore either.
I have an awesome friend who lets me stay over at his place every Friday night, and comes over on Saturday. I visit other friends on Friday before Japanese class as well. Some friends, I have not seen in a long time, like JSong and Sadie (sigh* they’re so fk’n cute LOL).
Actually, all of my friends are cute or funny (sometimes I use them interchangeably because people are often cute and funny at the same time) in some way. It feels refreshing not to see my friends every day of the week nowadays. Does that sound bad? In high school, I would have thought that was a bad thing to think; however, it’s actually does more for my relationships. I have more to talk about, I feel like I take them for granted less, and I am more productive when I’m not constantly hanging out with people.
But if you really want to hang out, download Skype. I really wonder why I did not use Skype more in high school. It is such a useful application for communication. I would have spent less time struggling on homework and I would have had more study sessions. Actually, I encourage you all to get Skype. Fun and useful, ‘nough said.
Anyways, that’s how I’ve been. I know a lot of you do not like long posts, while a hand full of you do. How have you been?
Today, I was sitting on the right side at the seat right behind the back exit. At the very back of the bus were a ghetto couple and a crazy, insane hobo. The ghetto man wore an over-sized black hoodie, oversized white T-shirt underneath, and baggy black jeans. The ghetto woman wore a white tank top, jeans, and flip flops. The hobo wore….well, I was too disgusted to look.
The ghetto couple were tired of hearing the crazy, insane hobo, so they asked him to stop. The crazy hobo then started talking about shooting people and talking about how he would take out his bullets to load his gun. The ghetto couple then walked up to the bus driver and reported him. They sat away from the hobo.
When we got to the civic center in Downtown San Jose, a cop was waiting for us. We stopped and the bus driver got off the bus to talk to the cop. Then the couple were asked to get off and talk to the cop. After a couple of minutes, the cop then enters the bus and questions the hobo.
“Would you like to tell me what you were saying earlier?” asks the cop.
“I said nothing, sir,” replied the hobo in his monotone voice. “All I said was, ‘Fuck you!’”
“Witnesses say you were talking about shooting a gun and you were talking about bullets?”
“Oh, I wasn’t serious. That couple was talking shit about me, so I told them to fuck off - that’s all.”
“Sir, I’m going to ask you to step off the bus.”
We all looked outside the windows of the bus. While all this was happening, more police cars had arrived. Super buff police officers that had so much muscle that their shirts became tight approached the bus. The hobo was escorted off the bus and put in cuffs.
Soon after, the bus driver announced to everyone, “Hey, guys, could you wait out here? If the next bus comes before this is over, you can get on that one. Otherwise, if this is over soon, you can just get back on this one.”
So we waited outside. The police were talking with the ghetto couple, the hobo who was sitting on the curb, and the bus driver who at that point reminded me of Samuel L. Jackson with his BAMF, black voice. Suddenly, the Asian police officer that Samuel L. Jackson’s talking to looks at me. Then the bus driver looks at me, as well. He points at me.
The Asian police officer walks over to me and asks, “Does anyone else know what’s going on over here?” Apparently, not all of the police officers that arrived knew what was going on.
“Weren’t you already on the bus?” the bus driver asks me.
“Yeah, I was sitting towards the back,” I respond.
The policeman looks at me and asks, “Did you hear anything.”
“Yeah, I heard something about that man…” I point. “…wanting to shoot bullets into people, but I had my earphones on - listening to music - so I’m not sure of the exact words he used, besides ‘bullets’ and “shoot the fuck out of them.’”
The police, concerned, looks at the bus driver. Then he looks back at me and says, “Stay right here.” The police officer walks back to the other police officers. The talk for a while and then the ghetto couple approaches the rest of the bus riders. After a while of just standing there, the Asian policeman tells us we can all go.
Remember, talking about shooting people in public is not the best idea ever. But I guess it was an interesting experience to be questioned by the cops.
