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  1. AnonyPoni
    (Not all of these things are specific to it being International. Some of it is just stuff I found weird about my school.)
     
     
    The girl I think I have a crush on is Danish.
     
    I was chosen to be the Treasurer of NHS without an election or me even knowing about it. First job: Find a broken car.
     
    The majority of the students in Model United Nations are German, but they still struggle to speak English for everything since they have to accommodate the Americans.
     
    This one time in Model UN, one of the Germans girls needed help with writing something, saying "I need an American." A Canadian went up to help her, and we pushed him out of the way yelling "She asked for an American!"
     
    The German girls I know seem to hate me in a loving way. In contrast, the Spanish girls I know seem to barely tolerate me.
     
    The amount of Spaniards in this school is absurd. Like really, I'm not joking. They form large mobs and just start talking really loudly. They ALL know each other...
     
    There are too many drugs at this school and too many of my friends are high :/ Actually, I don't think the drug problem is that bad, but rather the school so small that it's really "in your face."
     
    My best friend is Canadian. We are weirdly similar in our interests, which is hard for me since I'm used to making friends with people who are nothing like me. He's a little weird, but he's a good friend.
     
    In accordance to the absurd number of Spaniards, the American Football team is almost half Spanish.
     
    I once saw a Russian, a Macedonian, and a Spaniard talk to each other. They spoke American English better than some Americans I've met.
     
    While the school is an International school by default, it's still technically an American school run by the Americans. As a result, we have to do the Pledge of Allegiance every day. The international students just stand up and wonder why the Americans blindly repeat words that solidify our allegiance to a piece of cloth. Everyday.
     
    The amount of Spaniards here ensures that you'll probably learn Spanish by the time you leave French class.
     
    For some reason, I wish there were more Turks here.
     
    One of my friends is Jordanian. You know, Jordan. That one country you don't know but shatters your view of the Middle East that media outlets drilled into your mind.
     
    A Macedonian girl was really happy that I knew where Macedonia was. See? Being a geo nerd pays off at some point.
     
    I have a gaming class.
     
    The school is in several buildings, which is annoying since this is Belgium and it always rains.
     
    My literature teacher has a Ph.D. and used to teach college. He must've loved Belgium a lot to decide to teach us high schoolers.
     
    On the first day of school, I was given a sombrero.
     
    My school's mascot is the Spartans. I wonder what the Greek students think of that.
     
    I accidentally said "It's all Greek to me" to a Greek student.
     
    International students seem to curse a lot in English.
     
    The Polish kids are really tired on thursday because they have to go to Polish school from 5-9 on Wednesdays.
     
    Kids (mainly the girls, since the guys here don't sag their pants) will wear things that would make my old school cringe. People seem to be mature enough to handle it.
     
    People here are nice out of default. That's always nice.
  2. AnonyPoni
    Made friends with a Canadian guy. Got a sombrero. Canadian girl introduces herself to me. I go to AP classes that aren't as scary as I thought they would be. Eat crab sandwich. Ditch web design and help start a new Game Design class. Meet way too many Spaniards. Another girl winked at me (wut?). Do a lot of nothing.
     
     

  3. AnonyPoni
    So.... I gave myself a CHALLENGE a few days ago. However, it wasn't a challenge of physical or mental strength, but rather one of perseverance and strong stomachs.
     
    I challenged myself to watch all of the Twilight movies.
     
    ugh, what is wrong with me.
     
    Anyway, after watching them all, I had some things to say about them. Now, while I could do this in a very short fashion, few word fashion, I decided to go through and explain WHAT was so wrong about them. Yes, I'm going to be opinionated, no, I didn't read the books but I don't see the point since the movies are pretty similar (This wasn't Meet the Robinsons and the book it was loosely based on: A Day with Wilbur Robinson). Besides, I do have beef with more of the story than the filmmaking.
     
    Sky Warden also warned me that I should avoid cursing too much, which might be difficult seeing what the material is, but I'll do my best.
     
     
    *ahem* lemme do a quick summarization of each movie.
     
    Twilight: Girl moves from Arizona to Washington. Girl meets Boy. Boy is Vampire. Girl likes Boy. Boy likes Girl but also wants to eat Girl. Girl and Boy have creepy romance filled with stares. Other vampires come when Boy's Family is playing game. One Vampire wants to eat Girl because Girl smells good. Boy, Girl, and Boy's family goes to Arizona (*shrugs*) to escape him. Vampire tricks Girl into letting him suck her blood. Boy kills Vampire. Boy sucks venom out of Girl. Girl survives (yay?).
     
    New Moon: Girl and Boy continue romance. Boy's "Dad" looks too young for his age. Boy and Boy's Family needs to move away. Boy breaks up with Girl. Girl goes absolutely insane. Girl screams at night. Girl does dangerous things to see hallucinations of Boy. Girl has sorta romance with friend, Boy2. Boy2 is shirtless a lot. Boy2 doesn't want to hurt Girl. Boy2 leaves Girl alone. Boy2 is a werewolf. Girl jumps off Cliff. Boy2 saves Girl. Girl survives (wut). Boy gets confused and thinks that Girl is dead. Boy goes to LMBG (Last Minute Bad Guys) to ask to kill him. LMBG says no. Boy wants to reveal vampires to world so LMBG will kill him. Girl, despite the angst Boy has caused her, flies to Italy. Girl saves Boy by hugging him. Boy shrugs off Girl's pain from break up by saying Girl takes Boy too seriously. LMBG say Girl is special and knows too much. LMBG want to kill Girl. Boy fights LMBG. LMBG lets Boy and Girl go since Boy promised to turn her into a Vampire someday.
     
    Eclipse: MOV (Mate of Vampire who Boy killed in first movie) want to make army of Newborn Vampires. Girl and Boy are back together, but Boy2 still likes Girl. Love triangle. Boy2 kisses Girl. Boy and Boy2 have angry staring contest over Girl. Stuff Happens. Boy asks Girl to marry Boy. Girl says yes even though Girl is only 18. Other stuff happens. Girl, Boy, and Boy2 camp somewhere in mountains. Boy and Boy2 have talk. Girl and Boy2 kiss. Cliche standoff fight between MOV and Boy's Family. Boy2's clan helps Boy even though they hate each other's guts. Girl stabs self. MOV dies. Girl survives.
     
    Breaking Dawn: Part I: Boy and Girl get married. Boy and Girl go to Brazil. Boy and Girl scoodilypoop. Girl gets pregnant. Girl's baby is growing really fast and is eating Girl's insides. Boy2's clan is pissed about Baby. Despite Boy and Boy's family's advice, Girl won't have abortion. Girl (in a horrific scene I'm glad I skipped) has Baby. Baby is ok. Girl is dying. Boy tries to turn Girl into Vampire. Girl turns into Vampire. Girl Survives.
     
    Breaking Dawn: Part II: LMBG want to kill Baby cuz reasons. Girl is strong vampire. Stuff happens with werewolves. Boy's family gets witnesses for Baby. Witnesses are an obvious army. LMBG and Witnesses have cliche standoff battle that never happened. LMBG run away to Italy.
     
     
    UGH why did I summarize them X( That was painfully tiring.
     
    Ugh, well, I guess I should just post this. I'll write my opinions on the movies some other time.
  4. AnonyPoni

    Home

    By AnonyPoni,

    Walk a hundred miles
    Then walk a hundred more
    Away from the place you used to know
     
    Embrace all the change
    Find a way to rearrange
    Your feelings inside, never let them show
     
    That's the life I led
    That's all I've ever had
    Fleeting scenes of memories passing by
     
    But it never bothered me,
    No I've never shed a tear
    And I never ever stopped and wondered why
     
    Till I found you.
    Till I found my friends.
    And now I've come to hope
    This is where my journey ends.
     
     
    I have said goodbye
    A thousand times before
    And I'll try, I'll try
    To hold on to something more
    For the very first time
    I don't want to be alone
    For the first time I can
    Say that I am home
    I don't wanna say goodbye
    'Cuz I am home
     
    - Home (Zecora's Song) by MandoPony
     
     
    As I write this, I'm sitting in the terminal at Newark Liberty International Airport waiting for my flight to Brussels, Belgium. As many of you already know, I'm moving there.
     
    Life has moved fast in the last few months. I only learned about this in late April, and immediately we went into "moving mode"
     
    We've rented out our house in St. Louis, bought a Minivan, sold the old cars, put things into storage, and shipped our other things. Right after we were done with that, we were moved on a military Temporary Lodging Facility (TLF) as we waited for my dad's change of command. After that, we drove to Michigan and toured there, then drove to New Jersey to live with relatives for a while.
     
    It feels like we're nomads.
     
    This isn't the first time I've moved, and it probably won't be the last. In all, this will be my tenth move. I rarely get to live somewhere for over a year or two, and I often don't get to keep friendships.
     
    When I make friends, I know that I'll leave them in a very short time. Yeah, there's facebook and all that but a lot of people just don't remember me. When I moved, I left one life and had to start another.
     
    Until I over a year ago, when I became a Brony and joined the MLP forums.
     
    I was surprised how welcoming the community was. I almost feel like I grew up here, so to speak. I made friends, goofed off, discussed, been enlightened, and have been comforted by these forums. There is something homely about it.
     
    That's what this is to me. It's like my home. It's a home I don't have to leave when I move. I may not be the most active guy here, but I still always consider this to be the place I belong to on the Internet, and right now the world.
     
    So I'm off to Belgium, a new adventure in my life. Just know that I'll stay here, because this is home.
  5. AnonyPoni
    Normally I don't feel like I have enough of a right to talk about my problems, since there are people that actually have REAL problems that actually deserve advice.
     
    But this is a problem I have had my whole life and I might as well voice it.
     
     
    My dad is in the US Air Force, and (within the rounding error of me being born on a US base in Germany) I've really lived in the US my whole life.
     
    But here's the deal, we're from Pakistan. I'm not part Pakistani or something, but like full purebred Punjabi Pakistani (again, within a rounding error).
     
    And yeah, I'm Muslim as well.
     
     
    ISLAMOPHOBIA! Woooo It's something I had to deal a lot with when growing up. Most Muslims in the US live near other muslims near a mosque, so they get to grow up around each other and feel ok and supported by each other.
     
    Me? Not so much. Being in an Air Force family, we move all the time (this summer will be my 10th... to Belgium) and we live near the Air Force bases. Normally, where we live there are only white and black people, mostly really only white. (For the record I'm going to have to use racial terms like that just for sake of clarity. I don't mean anything derogatory in it, I promise.)
     
    So I'm around people who aren't muslim, and sometimes don't like muslims because of Islamophobia spread by Fox News <..< (and other networks I know but Fox is so vehement about it). Most people are ok with it though, but there is that feeling in the air. I normally have to explain that muslims are not "blarg honk blarg" and stuff like that. (I get tired of explaining what Sharia Law ACTUALLY is, which is tribal law masquerading as Religious law <..< but I digress)
     
    Now on the OTHER side (the muslim one), Let me be frank... I'm pretty sure I don't like that label on me. I'm good at being muslim or believing stuff. But you cant just say "oh if you don't believe in it, you can always be Atheist or Agnostic." I don't exactly know how that's going to help. While I probably agree with them on most levels, I'm not totally "THERE IS NO GOD" or "I DONT CARE". Also, it doesn't fix the LABEL issue, and I hate the Label of being Muslim. With my name and obvious ethnicity (I look the part), I'll still be looked at as a Muslim and people will still ask "Are you Muslim or something?"
     
    "Where are you from?"
    "Depends. I'm from America."
    "No, I mean where were you born"
    "Then I'm German"
    "Wha really? No you aren't, you're brown!"
    "Well ask your questions better"
    "What country is your family from?" or "What ethnicity are you?"
     
    ^^ I'm so evil XD but at this point, I answer "I'm Indian" even though that is really a complete lie. But let's be honest, you think india and you think Taj Mahal, exotic women, and customer service. You think Pakistan and you think Taliban, Corruption, Anti Americans (which isn't technically true but I'll explain it some other time), Al Qaeda, the place Bin Laden was killed, and instability. It's no wonder why I say I'm indian in that situation. I even try to pull off Latino when I think I really need to.
     
    Though I dont actually LOOK Latino or Indian if you sit me next to one, but to most people just who see "brown" and It can work.
     
    I do explain pakistan to some people, but normally not.
     
    I'll be honest, in that level I sorta wish I was white like most everypony else. Then it's not assumed I'm a certain religion in America. And people dont look at you weird
     
    Anyway, because of my whole "I am not proud of being a muslim" thing, I hate going mosque. When my parents drag me there, I feel overly alienated. I can't speak the language (Gujarati, not Arabic. I'm not going to explain that <..<) and suck at the customs.
     
    At one point, I was eating at taal (I cant find anything on google that I can explain with. Basically, we all share the food on a big metal dish and you eat with your hands. It's very unhygienic but somehow no one gets sick) with several guys my age. The conversation was just... UGH it wasn't fun for me. To sum it up, I'm apparently not muslim enough and going to hell. I
     
    How am I supposed to feel about that? I grew up with people telling me I wasn't American because I was Muslim (and Pakistani). Now I'm not Muslim enough. What the buck am I supposed to be?
     
    And yes, I know there isn't a spectrum where Muslim is on one side and American is on the other. But the Media makes it seem that way. And so do the people who tell me that <..<
     
    Anyway, I've had Identity issues to a point. I dont want to be pakistani or muslim, but that's what I am. I've been trying futilely to get away from it for most of my life. I want to be more American, but I also dont know If I want to, since what is American, the stupid people who tell me I am not? They seem to think so.
     
    <..<
     
    Hmm so. Uh.... I probably shouldn't say this.... mmmmm well might as well. So I chat with a friend the forums who is Canadian. Once, when she was about to sleep, I said "Good Night, Miss Canada!"
     
    She replied "Good Night, Mr America!" (we've done it like this ever since)
     
    And I dunno... Something clicked in my head. Besides that being the most masculine thing anypony (or a girl for that matter) had said to me, It sorta made me feel an Identity. I've had a hard time feeling like an American while growing up. I've been separated, I've been teased, and I've been confused about this issue of being a Muslim or an American or something else. Then this Canadian girl just called me "Mr America." She didn't call me Pakistani, Indian, Muslim, or anything different, but American.
     
    To be honest, I know she was just making the logical reply, but it didn't change the effect it had on me
     
    So does this solve my problem? Probably not. I'm probably going to have to deal with it for the rest of my life. But I'm getting to a point where I feel better about it. The "Mr America" thing did let me feel more American, and when it comes down to it, I am that. It has nothing to do with religion, ethnicity, or even belief. I am an American because that's what I am.
     
    Thank you, Miss Canada, for helping me feel that way
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Now hopefully she isn't angry about me talking about that in a blog post
  6. AnonyPoni
    These five yards,
    Under the same sun,
    Different to each other
    yet the same to some.
     
    The yards argue,
    Claim each other`s land.
    Intense rivals fight
    over useless sand.
     
    United with three,
    yard two wins all,
    only to turn around
    and see itself fall.
     
    Yard three learns,
    And conquers all again,
    Only to fall on the sword
    Of another "friend."
     
    Yard four cleans its sword,
    and attacks one.
    Years of pointless war,
    and both are done.
     
    Yard two comes back
    With untold power.
    But its instability
    now has it under a flower.
     
    Finally, yard five,
    waited and thought.
    It had nothing to gain
    thus nothing was lost.
     
    These five yards,
    different to each other.
    sought only for themselves
    yet they were brothers.
  7. AnonyPoni

    Guilt

    By AnonyPoni,

    Guilt. Every year, I get that same feeling.
     
    Guilt that I shouldn't feel, but feel it anyway.
     
     
    I was way too young to care when it happened. I found out about it much too many years later.
     
    Life began to make sense. The rudeness, the misunderstanding, the plain ignorance I dealt with in others.
     
    It never occurred to me that I shouldn't be blamed. But, nonetheless, they blamed me.
     
    Sooner or later, I began to blame myself.
     
     
    Childhoods go away quickly. Innocence dies with knowledge. The good memories stay to comfort me, but the bad ones stick like tar.
     
    I can understand what had happened, how it happened, and WHY it happened.
     
    Sadly, "Who" was what stuck in everyone else's minds.
     
    In reality, "Who" is a small group. A small group that does not represent the "Whole". Most of the "Whole" they are a "part" of does not agree with them. However, all it takes is a small "Who" to ruin the image of the "Whole".
     
     
    The "Who" shocks a nation. The nation fights back. We all know the story.
     
    The nation is filled with many people; Many shocked, Many scared... and Many ignorant.
     
    Ignorance is leads to Misjudgment.
     
    Misjudgment leads to Prejudice
     
    Prejudice leads to Fear.
     
    Fear leads to Hatred.
     
    A vicious chain of thought. A chain of thought that happens far too often in history.
     
    For a shocked, scared, ignorant person, the "Whole" became the "Who".
     
     
    I was part of that "Whole". That "Whole" was far too different from the nation for most in the nation to understand it. It was easy to see the "Whole" as the one who hurt them.
     
    After all, no one knew better.
     
    So, after all these years, with all the ignorance in people's words, in the air, in people's minds, it makes you, someone who it part of the "Whole", feel responsible. You give in to their Ignorance.
     
    Ignorance is a plague. A plague that is contagious.
     
     
    So now, I am sad to be part of that "Whole". I may know the truth, that the "Whole" is not that "Who", but what good is the truth when no one wants to change their minds?
     
    You can change laws, but you can't change people. People change themselves.
     
    Until people find out on their own that "Who" was ones who shocked the nation, not the "Whole", we will remain the same, and never learn from our mistakes.
     
    Those who don't learn from History will repeat it.
     
     
    We gather as a nation on this day, a day that won't be forgotten anytime soon.
     
    We honor the victims, the heroes, and the survivors.
     
    We curse those who caused it.
     
    Just remember "Who" caused it.
     
    Not the "Whole".
     
    Not me.
     
     
     
    This is what a Muslim American thinks on 9/11
     
    - Anony
  8. AnonyPoni
    My ROTC teacher was rather conservative and sometimes I didn't agree with him. However, he was really wise and did have a lot of insight into the world. Here are some of his words of wisdom. Some of them seem strange, but he had a point to all of them.
     
    (Somewhat jaded by my memory, but this is what I can remember)
     
     
    No guy is good enough for two girls to pettily fight over him.
     
    One day in the far future, I'll be pushing your wheelchair. (He was very fit for his age)
     
    The United States may support the Israelis, but those same Americans would never support Native Americans knocking on their door and asking for their house back.
     
    Sometimes the one "crazy" guy in the room is right.
     
    We talk about China and the Middle East a lot, but take it from an old warrior: Don't forget about Russia. They lost badly and one day they'll want a rematch.
     
    Turn off your electronic life support device now and then. (He means cell phones)
     
    One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.
     
    Stop complaining when polititians play politics. It's what they do.
     
    If you were dictator of America, your bodyguards should be Mormon. (His answer to "Why were Indira Gandhi's bodyguards Sikh?")
     
    The reason why some Central American and South American countries had/have dictators is because we supported them.
     
    We scream democracy, then complain and sometimes intervene when countries we don't like elect people we don't like.
     
    Calling Pakistan a rouge country and then sharing nuclear technology with India is unfair to Pakistan and shows favoritism to India. India is just as unstable as Pakistan and Pakistan is one of our CLOSEST ALLIES. On the other hand, we impose sanctions on Iran for trying to make nuclear technology, even though is WAY more stable and professional than either of them.
     
    Know about Geography and the world around you.
     
    Don't be a knucklehead.
  9. AnonyPoni

    A Dream

    By AnonyPoni,

    So I had to wake up early this Saturday for a Scholarbowl Competition. As usual, I turned on my playlist of music that helps me fall asleep (I don't really know why, most of them aren't really "relaxing").
     
    I dont remember dreaming that much, but I do have one dream scene that was very vivid and... real. It's not the detail that got me, but just the circumstances. Waking up from the dream, I felt real emotions.
     
    First off, while there are teachings of psychology that associate dreams with hidden subconscious/sexual desires, neural science says they are generally a "simulation" your brain does to prepare you for situations without putting you in danger.
     
     
     
     
    Well, enough of that. Time for dat dream.
     
    So, I should point out that this scene took place at my school.... sorta... I mean, for the most part, it looked like my school.... with a strange difference... windows. Windows, windows everywhere!
     
    Seriously, there were a couple of windows, bringing in light. Now, it's winter in IL right now, and a cold one at that (and warm, depending on the weather's bipolar mood). However, these windows were bringing in a nice summer light, with ferns clearly growing outside.
     
    Why am I so fixated on these windows (which, while they were very nice, didn't look out of place)? Meh, My school doesn't really have any windows. The classrooms who have them close them up (for the ones I see, at least) or just have small slits in the wall (like a prison?). Basically, the windows were pretty.
     
    So I was walking down the hallway with someone. We were walking down the Blue Mile (the name of the hallway in my school, since it's in a weird position to not have a number as a name) which is how I get to Physics class. The hallway had the golden light from the sun pouring in, with a slight green tinge (from the ferns, I guess).
     
    Now, the person I was walking with is the girl who sits next to me in Physics (in real life). I won't lie, she's really pretty, with really blond hair and a beautiful smile. Sometimes, I like to talk with her, which is nice. She's really friendly and seems to like me as a friend, to which I have no complaints to. That said, I'm slightly paranoid when it comes to girls like this (i'm sorry to any females who read this). I feel like she's just using me for Physics help, thus the curse of being the smart guy. Many girls I've met before pretend to be nice to me when they needed help with school/homework. Or she's just playing me to see if she can mess with me. Anyway, that's just my paranoia talking. I'm sure (or hope, at least) she doesn't have an ulterior motive and is just being a pleasant person.
     
     
    Back to the dream. We walk into the physics classroom, which is a lot bigger in the dream than it is in real life. The large "sciencey" desk is still in the front of the room, but now there is a bit of a platform behind it where the blackboard is (yes, our school still has those); something like Frasier Crane's apartment. There was also had bunch of windows and a door left which lead to a fern garden.
     
    So this girl and I are talking next to the teacher's desk (which is quite big) and we haven't put our stuff down by our desks yet. Our position next to the corner of the teacher's desk is rather strange, since we're blocking the way for other students to get to their desks. They sorta scoot around us awkwardly to get to their desks. However, I had something really important to ask her, and I guess it couldn't wait.
     
    I'm not sure how I worded it, but I asked something along the lines of, "Do you want to be friends with me?"
     
    Her reply was something like, "I'm sorry, but I can't be friends with you, you being a nerdfighter and all..."
     
    Now, Nerdfighteria is a community that grew up around the vlogbrothers' vidoes. While it's not a connotation I normally define with, I do like the vlogbrothers
     
    She then went to say something like. "..and there's that other thing..." and pointed to something behind me. I turn around to see my friend Josh handing me a small button (like a small campaign button). Now, I'm not sure why Josh ended up in this dream, since I only see him at lunch and our conversations aren't all that lively, but that button is interesting.
     
    Josh held the button upside down. I could only see the silver back, but I knew exactly what it was. It was the button with "Future Twilight" (the one that looked like snake?) on it that I bought from Hot Topic. After just leaving it in a drawer for a long while, I finally garnered the courage to put it on my backpack about a week ago. In the dream, Josh was handing it to me as if I dropped it. Essentially, she was referring to my Bronyness.
     
    I can't really remember the rest of the dream, but it involved a lot of idle conversation with people around my desk or something... I dunno.
     
     
    TL;DR. Anyway, I woke up from this dream at around 5:45 am (15 minutes before my alarm was to go off) and felt really sad. Not cry your eyes out sad, but sad as in that I wasn't accepted as a friend. It was sorta a gloomy feeling I had, lying in my bed, waiting for the alarm to go off.
     
    Now, I guess the question is if my brain's trying to tell me something about this girl that I should know; or it's getting me ready for the day she dumps me as a friend.
     
    Or maybe it was what it was: Just a dream.
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