THE MOST AMAZING PERSON I WILL EVER KNOW WHO IS ALSO SMART AND BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND SO NOT WEIRD

Challenge Summer #21: This prompt has been given to me by Monica Rez. Word/Page Limit: Not specified.
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Well, to start off with, did I name this post?
Nope. Monica told me to.

I've known Monica for a pretty darn long time now (:
Since sixth grade.
We met on this school trip and we got pretty close that trip.
And then, she was in the same class as me in the seventh and eighth.
So I was sort of stuck with her. Haha :)

Monica's like the weirdest person I know.
Without hesitation.
She's always rambling about something stupid.
We fight a lot. Trust me, A LOT.
We had this argument lasting for a week or two about whether coconuts were better than cupcakes.
Whose side was she on?
Of course, the coconuts.

She's pretty random.
The kind of person who makes a fool out of herself in the middle of a crowded street.
The kind who annoys me so much I want to yell at them. Teehee.
The kind who is unusually extravagantly strange.

She moved states last year and we sort of grew out of touch.
But we still talk through the phone and Facebook.
She changed a lot from the last time she was living here.
But she's still the basic weirdo I know.

Even after all this friendly insult, I'd have to say I miss her. A lot.
There's not that somebody to keep me calm when I'm spazzing over a test.
Or that somebody who I can yell at for hours and they still won't stop irritating me.
Or that someone I can argue with and then laugh crazy about it minutes later.

Bottomline:
Who is Monica Rez? A weirdo.
Who is she to me? A weirdo.
Do I miss her? Yeah. You could say so (:
                 

Starring Swethaaa!

Note From Summer: This post would be taken over by one of my crazy friends named Swetha. So, what you would be seeing after this little note is ALL SWETHA'S CREATION.

Disclaimer: I am not responsible for any consequences caused by that weirdo.

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HEYYOO EVERYONE!!!! I AM ZEE AWESOME SWETHA!!
THE ONE AND ONLY SWETHA THAT SUMMER WORSHIPS DAY IN AND DAY OUT..:)
SOOO ANYWAYS...WE ARE IN THE  LIBRARY NOW..AND SUMMER IS DOING SOME RESEARCH FOR SOME STUPID MUN THINGY..ITS REALLY BORING BELIEVE ME!!
AND ME OUT OF ALL PEOPLE AM STUCK WITH HER HERE!!

SOOO....AS SUMMER HAS NOT BEEN BLOGGING RECENTLY....I WANT TO TELL YOU GUYS THE REASON FOR IT....SHE WAS WAYYY TOO BUSY OCCUPIED BY A CERTAIN  SOMEONE, AND SHE COULDNT BLOG.

YES, ALL OF YOU GUESSED IT RIGHT!! SUMMER HAS A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR PRESENT IN HER LIFE NOW!! WELL WE ALL CALL HIM CHEESE SO THAT IT WONT BE TOO OBVIOUS FOR EVERYONE ELSE AROUND, AS WE HAVE REALLY LOUD VOICES..:)
SOO ANYWAYS HE ASKED HER OUT ON FACEBOOK AND SHE TURNED HIM DOWN..:(
(HE IS REALLY CUTE THOUGH) AND I GUESS HE IS STILL TRYING..:)
THE WIERD PART IS THAT HE IS A FRESHMAN!!

I MEAN HE IS YOUNGER THAN US!! HE HAS GUTS LET ME  TELL YOU!!
AND RECENTLY HE ASKED HER TO SAY HI WHENEVER THEY PASS BY EACH OTHER..:)
IT SREALLY CUTE AS SHE SAID HI ONCE AND HE SMILED AREALLY BIG SMILE AND WAVED BACK..:)
(SUPPOSEDLY THAT SMILE COULD MELT WARM CHOCOLATE..AS FOR WHAT ALICIA SAID..SAD I WAS NOT PRESENT WHEN THAT INCIDENT HAPPENED..)
SOOOO ANYWAYS ME AND KAREN ARE OBSESSED OVER HIM NOW!! HE IS WAYY TOO CUTE...AND HE IS VERY SWEET..(I MEANT CUTE IN A SMALL BOY CUTE KIND)

AND ALSO HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER!! NO KIDDING!!
HE IS LIKE A CLONE!!

THE FIRST TIME I SAW HIM I THOUGHT JUSTIN BIEBER CAME TO OUR SCHOOL..:)
SOOO ANYWAYS...IM DONE WITH THE POST NOW!
SOOO BYEYYOO..:)

ILL MEET YOU NEXT TIME..IF SUMMER GIVES ME A CHANCE TO WRITE AGAIN..WHICH I HIGHLY DOUBT AS I BLOGGED BOUT CHEESE THIS TIME..:))

X_X---> THAT LOOKS LIKE PIKACHUU..:)

A Love Story

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?
Summer Falls is writing romance. 
Ew. That's sounds horrible.
Correction : Summer Falls is writing teenage love.
And I actually like it o_O

It's pretty cool actually, mostly because it's contrary to what I usually write about. I do write about relationships, but it's different ; I write more father-daughter, mother-daughter kind of relationships. Not boy-girl. It's also cool because it's my longest story ever. Atleast it will be.

Once it's over, I might upload it on Wattpad or something.

Changes

It's so weird how people change over a period of time.
It's like, one second you know that person and the next, you don't.
I know this one good friend of mine who was just the opposite of a girly girl. The kind who would mix match socks and wouldn't care. The kind who would even spend her time by telling people how nailpolish should be banned excluding Halloween. The kind who doesn't care what people think about her.
But then.
She moved states.
And then, voila! It's like I don't know her. She's like a typical girl, at least from the way it sounds. You know, the kind who's boy crazy. The kind who loves dresses. The kind who spends hours deciding between two pairs of shoes for prom.
Change isn't bad.
Not bad at all.
It's just different.
Different to see who you thought you knew to be, to be somebody else.
That's all.

The Toilet Gang

Challenge Summer #12 : This prompt has been given in by Swetha, a girl who claims to be Thalia Grace. Yes, again. For like the third time. :) Word/Page Limit : Not specified

Thing is, we compose of this little 'gang'/group thing at school. So, Swetha and me made a code language for all of our names. Actually two. It's really embarrassing, but yeah. Swetha's name was something like, pee poo and mine was something like, poo pee. One of the others went something like, poo pee poo. And you can imagine the rest :)

The other code language was something not as innovative as the one on top. :) My code is shower and Swetha's is vomit. Sick. Gross. I know. Alicia was the toothbrush. They were all as weird.

From the moment we made our first code, we began to call ourselves the Toilet Gang. Atleast, she began to. Trust me, she's a little crazy.

I seriously didn't want to post about this. 'cause this is just simply weird. Haha. But yeah. Swetha's crazy. She's weird like that.

This is really embarrassing, considering the fact it's one of those things I'd keep to myself. But hey, haven't you done anything weird/crazy in your childhood?

Keep sending in more 'Challenge Summer!' ideas!

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@Swetha - You're dead for giving me this challenge. Dead as meat. :\

@Swetha again - And you're gonna be twice as dead if you give me any more stupid prompts. :)

One Wish

If I had one wish at the moment, it would be for my Civics and Geography textbooks to go die in a hole. Ugh.

Nevertheless, if I would be granted a wish everyday, my next wish would be for me to be magically related to Nicholas Jerry Jonas. Ahh. Heaven. :)

What I Am Not Going To Do Today

Challenge Summer #8 : This prompt was given in to me by Questa. Except she gave me two conditions. One, it has to be a list containing atleast 15 items. Two, I need to write in a style she does. And that's the catch here. Aahhh. I'm dead.

Well, here goes my fail attempt at imitating Questa. ---

What I'm Not Going To Do Today

1. Watch an episode of Desperate Housewives. The show is absolutely blech. Hear ye, that show shall be trodden over by a pair of pink ponies, I say! Actually, that show is a mere disgrace to ponies. Yes, it shall be trodden over by the evil forces of Gaea and Typhon! *evil laugh*

2. Play the guitar. Unfortunately to mes interest, I cannot play the guitar. *shake head in disapproval* However, I can play the piano which is one of my dearest hobbies.

3. Write anything related to romance. Romantic writings are not just something I fancy or find amusing. Plus, I cannot think of anything soppy or charming at the moment anyways.

4. Read the Little House series.

5. Visit the 'Ashley Furniture' showroom. I absolutely abhor that place. Ugh. I used to love that place until I broke my nose when I was 8 years old. I was jumping down the stairs two at a time and then, PLOP. I fell down and broke my nose. My nose looked half like Voldemort's for about 2 months. And I will never forgive that shop for the crime they have committed.

6. Travel to another continent. I would if I could, but I cannot. Can I? I guess I could travel to South America and Africa. Or maybe Europe too. Ah... That would be delightful.

7. Dance the Waltz. Again, I would if I could. But I cannot. I guess I could learn it today. That would be interesting. *claps hands in delight*

8. Call Lindsay Lohan. To begin with, I don't have her phone number. And even if I did, I'd probably burn it in a furnace.

9. Cook Lasagna. I love Lasagna, but I don't know how to cook it. Bah.

10. Ride my horse into the woods. I have a horse?

11. Admire the books of the Twilight Saga. Ye Dare Insult Me? I, Summer Falls, am an absolute anti-Twilight lady and will stand united with other anti-Twilight-ers. (although, the movies could be quite entertaining...)

12. Record a copy of me singing 'Friday' by Rebecca Black in a recording studio and post it on YouTube.

13. Watch a Chinese movie. All I would understand out of the movie is people talking real quick.

14. Memorize my Physics book. Numero Uno, Physics makes me dizzy. Numero Dos, I just don't want to. You have a problem ye?

15. Prank call somebody. I hate prank calling. It is very annoying when cowpogs call your house and say something real stupid. Except I like calling my friends and act like I'm one of those lawyors who are planning to sue them for ordering a 8340234 cups of ice cream and not willing to pay for them. However, I never do this to strangers. Only my friends. And half of the times, they know who I am either because of my hysterical laughing or because they see my caller ID on their telephone screens.

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There. 15 things. YAY! I actually did it! Go Summer!

@Questa - Don't you just feel as though you've written this post? I thought so. *smiles*

Scary.Surreal.Spectral.

So maybe I'm 13, but I sure had quite a few scary, surreal, spectral experiences across my life. And most of the happenings don't have any logic or science behind them. Thy see for yourself.

• Back when I was around six years old, my dad had gone to China for business travel. So, it was just my mom, my brother and me in the house. It had been around a week since my dad left and days were passing by as usual. That night, I believe to be, November 21st, was a usual night and my mom tucked both of us to sleep and went to sleep as well. It was alright and we couldn't feel a thing (duh, we were asleep) until... BEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEP! Sirens were going on and on. Our security system had gone off. Someone was in the house. Atleast someone had to be. My mom, being a frantic woman, got up instantly and shut the door of the master bedroom. She called 911 and our neighbour. Within 15 minutes, the cops were at our house. Before knocking on our locked master bedroom door, they had scanned the whole house. My mom opened the door and settled things with the cops. Apparently they had come through the open patio door , but there was nobody in the house. After an hour, we were on our own again. That. was our freaky night. And you know, being a mature six year old, though I woke up instantly as well, I hid under the bedsheets because I didn't want my mom to panic even more. And it was freakier when I didn't have anybody to hug tight. The real twist here is... was there really somebody in the house but ran away because he/she was too scared? Was it some supernatural force? Was it just the plain wind?



• Last to last summer, we had moved into our new house. Our cousins were over and we were just having fun all over the place. One fine evening, I took a fresh shower and went to stand in my balcony. The wind was blowing right in my face and it was ever so pleasant. Right then, the door slammed shut. 'It must have been because of the wind,' I thought. I turned around and tried to open the door. Fail. I turned the knob again. Fail. I began to turn the knob frantically. Third time fail. 'Okay. So, maybe, the door accidently locked itself when it slammed shut...', I thought. I looked out onto the road. Not a single fly passed in and around my sight. Which was quite weird considering it was just the evening. I looked around in despair and began to shout for my mom. After a while, I gave up, though my heart was beating ever so fast. I lean on to the rod and search for somebody...anybody. In the midst of my thoughts, I heard a sound. Click! I turned around and opened the door. Damn! It opened. I rushed out and ran to scan the entire first floor. Not even a single person was there. I run downstairs and see everybody. At first, I thought it was a prank by one of my cousins. But I highly doubted it. Running downstairs from my bedroom would atleast take 45 seconds. As soon as the door opened, I scanned the entire floor. Nobody. Nobody even seemed like they played the prank. I ask them, till day, and all of them deny it. Could it be...? I really don't wanna say it, so I would expect thy to assume it.
  


• Around 4 months ago, I was studying for a math test late in the night. My brother was sleeping and my mom was upstairs in her room. My dad had gone out for a walk with his friends. I heard a few noises in the back, coming from the backyard, but ignored them thinking it was our neighbors behind. While I was solving the problems, I looked up to figure out what to do next in the problem. You know, strategies. And then, I saw the door handle move down. I thought it was my dad and began to call out for him. No answer. I still thought it was my dad and began to laugh. 'Dad? I know it's you!' I said. No answer. I began to get psyched. I called my dad on his mobile and he told me he was about a quarter mile away from my house. I explained the story to him and told him to come fast. I cut the phone line and freaked out. I ran upstairs and told my mom. She confessed that she heard noises in the back too. My dad came and told me that my dog was sleeping on the doorstep and there was no possible way for someone to push the handle down without waking Nicky up. I still had my fear. Dad called the security and they checked the place and the house. No signs of any stranger. There went another false alarm. What happened that night, I don't know. Did someone really come? Was it a you-know-what? Or was it just because those math problems tackled my brain and I began to imagine things like a schizophrenic person?

So, that's some of my most terrifying and scary moments ever. In all these three scenarios, I do not know what happened. Nobody knows. That's whats freaky. It could be anything. Imagination. People. Or you-know-what forces. Fine, I'll get myself to say it. Supernatural forces. Nobody knows. It's a mystery.

My Top Ones

My Top Five Vacation Spots (whether I already have went or want to go) :

1. Kawaii in Hawaii

2. Alaska in United States of America

3. Sydney in Australia

4. Goa in India

5. CALIFORNIA! (yes, living there is like vacation all the way)

My Top Four Celebrities :

1. The Jonas Brothers (well, duh. whadya expect?)

2. Taylor Lautner (Team Jacob all the way)

3. Will Smith (Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Hancock, Independence Day, Dad of the coolest kiddo in the world, Jaden, isn't that enough?)

4. Gary Oldman (Sirius Black and his role in Air Force One. Love him for those two)

Note : Gary Oldman isn't even one of my super favorites. I just like both of his above roles.

My Top Five Chocolates :

1. Hersheys - The Bar

2. Nerds

3. Ferrero Rochers (Did I spell that right?)

4. Milky Way

5. Hershey Kisses

My Top Three Inspirations :

1. My Dad

2. Steve Jobs

3. The Jonas Brothers (yes, again)

My Top Four WORST Celebrities (theoretically, three) :

1. Justin Bieber (I hate that girl.)

2. Selena Gomez (Sorry Gomez, but you can't sing all songs. Just do a few singles now and then, not a failure album. And do not. Please do not, copy others style)

3. Lady Gaga (so maybe she thinks she's unique and all, but why make people's eyes burn?)

4. I would want to say Rebecca Black. But you know, we should actually appreciate the way she's taking in all the negative criticism. Yes, Friday is incredibly horri-bleh, but she was strong. She said people told her to go die, cut her hand and watch the blood flow out like an emo, but she was strong enough to put that all aside. Really, why die if you have a bad voice? But then again, what's up with the song, Friday? But then again, again, she doesn't come under a worst celebrity.

My Top One Worst Chocolate :

1. Anything with nuts. EW.

I gotta go now. See ya.

Ninjas

This post traces back to around... two days ago. It all started on a Wednesday evening. Like usual, I was taking my dog for a walk. The sun was almost out of sight and it was quite dark. I was looking around and then, all of a sudden, Nicky wouldn't move. I pulled the leash, but she didn't react other than making choking noises. I pulled her by the collar, but she didn't budge. Something was seriously wrong.

I followed the path her eyes were looking at and then, I was sort of startled too, just like Nicky. I could see- Both of us could see- a ninja...cat. I'm not even lying, yes, a ninja cat. It made these really weird moves. It took both its arms up and raised them like one of those Japanese ninjas. Are ninjas Japanese? And then, it made some quick reflexes. Quicker than you could see. Okay, a little too much exaggeration. But boy, they were quick. And then Nicky took a step forward. I was freaked out. I turned around to see whether anybody else could see this freaky ninja cat. All I saw was Daddy walking the other way. I looked back at the ninja cat-can we name this ninja cat Cho? And then, I realized Cho was a girl. A FEMALE NINJA CAT! Yeah, pretty kicking cool if you were in a different position and not in one like me. Because my situation was really scary. The reason was Cho was a... female ninja mother.

I'm not even lying. I saw kittens. They were freaking ninja kittens. Maybe they didn't have ninja powers like their mother, but they were still ninja kittens weren't they? The ninja kittens hid behind the bushes and Cho was doing really weird poses and moves. Like a tiger. Cho looked like she was about to charge. Nicky barked. Now Cho really looked like she was gonna attack

I took all my strength and pulled Nicky. I tried to catch up with Daddy before Nicky goes charging at Cho. I was honestly more scared for the kittens than Nicky and myself. I mean, those kittens obviously don't have the powers of their holy mother ninja. And so, I didn't want Nicky to go trample those kittens.

Once I caught up with Daddy, I told him the entire story leaving aside the fact that I thought they were ninjas. And then, Daddy got mad at me. Apparently, I'm supposed to let dogs do their job and chase cats cause that's what they do. I wanted to tell him it wasn't an ordinary cat, but a mother ninja cat. Except obviously I wouldn't do that. And so, Daddy began lecturing me while he walked Nicky back to Cho and her kittens. We came to the spot where Cho and her kittens were staying. Cho and Nicky had this really awkward glaring session. Finally, Cho meowed and started 'scratching' the ground with its pretty sharp nails. And then, Cho opened its mouth and made a distubing sound. Like she had fangs or something. Nicky was about to go and... I don't know what she was thinking but I really doubt gentle and pretty lazy Nicky could go beat up even a cat... how would she beat up a ninja cat? And then, Daddy sort of comprehended this whole scenario. Yet, he wouldn't confide. All he said was, "Maybe you should walk in a different path. It looks like the cat has kittens. Why did you even come here when you saw a cat?". He left aside everything about ninjas. But I can almost swear he knew Cho was a ninja descendant. And then, Daddy walked away and I went in my own path with Nicks, obviously not in that crazy Cho's lane.

That story, folks. Tells me that was one of the coolest things ever. Who knows what I'm going to bump into one day? A fairy bulldog? A werewolf bird? How about this - a vampire termite?

Some Stuff My Dog Does Are Weird

You see. I don't know whether all dogs do this. But seriously asking. Does your dog fart? Well, mine does. And it stinks. Like really really really stinks. If two countries were having a war, and I compile my dog's fart in this airbag type thing and release it, all the people would die with the equally-powerful-to-a-nuclear-bomb-smell. I'm not even kidding. This is how I found out Nicky farts ; We were on a road trip from San Diego to San Jose to visit my Uncle Bob (his actual name is Bobby Smith). We took my dog, Nicky with us too. Which was quite a big mistake. 'Cause in the middle of the ride, she farted. It was a soundless fart. But boy was it smelly. And that, was how I figured dogs could fart.

Also, Nicky sneezes. She's adorable when she sneezes.

Plus, Nicky gets tickled. Whenever you rub her bottom back vigorously, her left leg keeps twirling. And that. Is very cute as well.

Is there anything weird your dog does?