24 December 2005
17 December 2005
04 December 2005
...
Other unimportant things, such as done with UC apps and some bloody thoughts, aside (hopefully I'll get to rant later...
What the crap happened to our school library website?! AHS website on edline is bad enough, but now even the school website is crap.
Come baaaaack, Mrs. Argyres....
What the crap happened to our school library website?! AHS website on edline is bad enough, but now even the school website is crap.
Come baaaaack, Mrs. Argyres....
09 November 2005
07 November 2005
27 October 2005
ZOMG!
Perfect on the ch5 Stats exam. Considering my previous records of C's and B's, this is THE OMG. Suprise on the Supreme Court test too. Only 3 wrong our of 35, and Silton even curved it to 33. AP Gov't is corrupting my brain.
Another thing: you don't disagree with my Mother (note posessive use of capital M) on how messed up Bush is. You just don't. Trying to quell the quickly-heating voice that's trying to convince you how right her point is is no fun. Her bias-ness scares me sometimes, annoys me in others.
The RUS project came to a failing but hillarious finish.
"We need more nuts in the back! More nuts!!" - Thomas Schultz, Robotics, today, trying to get his submarine not move downwards but forward.
Another thing: you don't disagree with my Mother (note posessive use of capital M) on how messed up Bush is. You just don't. Trying to quell the quickly-heating voice that's trying to convince you how right her point is is no fun. Her bias-ness scares me sometimes, annoys me in others.
The RUS project came to a failing but hillarious finish.
"We need more nuts in the back! More nuts!!" - Thomas Schultz, Robotics, today, trying to get his submarine not move downwards but forward.
23 October 2005
Untitled
"Wallow in self disgust and anger, child," said that voice who can do nothing to help but to sneer and make sardonic comments.
18 October 2005
An Hour's Worth
My parents are irritated that I wasted an hour dallying in Boarders while I should've went, asked for Othello, and go to b&n when they didn't have it.
I haven't been available for bookstore-wandering in such a long time...
I'm incompetent.
I haven't been available for bookstore-wandering in such a long time...
I'm incompetent.
15 October 2005
キッちゃん へ
That test only measured how mellow I am towards other people on the outside, because that's what I've been trained to do. I grew up not only in a Chinese society, but a British-ruled one, where poker faces and politeness is stressed. It (doesn't?) help that I am a bit uncaring too, making this little brat one who can swallow a lot of things that others wouldn't. I know, since long ago, that I can put thoughts and stress and other negative intangibles behind me, that I can laugh even when a close relative died. Trained to have a large capacity, I guess. But there's always a breaking point, you know. A balloon can expand and expand only so much before the plastic becomes dangerously clear and thin, then bam. Time to get a new balloon. I did try asserting myself on Friday, but whether it's the sugar or timing, only Brittany was listening to me. I dunno. Tamed, I guess.
Oh, BTW:
It's like the other one I took for Gov't. And I like how the totalitarian has a picture of Darth Vader =)
(suprised)
(skipped Amy's tests about sexuality because she's not in a relationship and that makes results wrong.)
(Wowed at its accuracy)(shudders)
haha, finally a nice argument w/ humor, everyone read this!
i got this from Thomas. 'Tis cool beans. :D
1] Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
2] Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3] Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
4] Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5] Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were
allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
6] Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
7] Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
8] Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
9] Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10] Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
**one of the saddest parts about our society is that...these arguements, before the humourous common sense, are the real reasons why people can't accept gay marriages.
> > REPOST IF YOU BELIEVE GAY MARRIAGES SHOULD BE LEGAL
( OMGZ RITA! )
and that, haha:
From: Amy
Date:Sep 27, 2005 8:01 PM
A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband tells his wife:
"Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."
To which his wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!"
Oh, BTW:
| You are a Social Liberal (65% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (28% permissive) You are best described as a:
Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test |
It's like the other one I took for Gov't. And I like how the totalitarian has a picture of Darth Vader =)
| Scrabble Wiz! You scored 79% on Your Biology Word Hoard! |
Great job! You're heading for the top of the heap. You know most of the words for groups of animals and for their young. You'll enjoy this wonderful book: An Exultation of Larks, which has all these answers and a lot more. It's amusing, as well. You're probably great at crossword puzzles, too. You don't panic if you get a "q" or "z" in Scrabble, but once in a while you have to look things up. Please don't forget to give me a rating! Continous improvement, that's my motto, and I can't do it without your feedback. And, if you liked this, you should go try my other test, The Other Urban Legends Test. (It's a little easier.) |
 |
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
|
| Link: The Clucks and Chicks Test written by notalady on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
(skipped Amy's tests about sexuality because she's not in a relationship and that makes results wrong.)
 | PcBY took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Feels exhausted by conflict and quarreling and des..."
|
(Wowed at its accuracy)(shudders)
haha, finally a nice argument w/ humor, everyone read this!
i got this from Thomas. 'Tis cool beans. :D
1] Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
2] Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3] Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
4] Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5] Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were
allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
6] Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
7] Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
8] Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
9] Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10] Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
**one of the saddest parts about our society is that...these arguements, before the humourous common sense, are the real reasons why people can't accept gay marriages.
> > REPOST IF YOU BELIEVE GAY MARRIAGES SHOULD BE LEGAL
( OMGZ RITA! )
and that, haha:
From: Amy
Date:
A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband tells his wife:
"Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."
To which his wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!"
Wonders
For the second time in the past two years, I feel queasy about dallying homework and sinking into fandoms.
Wonders of Physical Exertions, really.
Wonders of Physical Exertions, really.
10 October 2005
Tense
Collaps into chair.
Belt loosens.
Head falls back.
Hands in hair.
Groans.
Deep breath.
Sighs.
Eyes close.
Gathers enough energy to move (and move to) two feet.
Sheds restraining cloths.
Peels off two layers in one go.
Tense shoulders stretch.
Feet and flourscent lights bares.
Steps into swimming trunks for the wrong gender (not that it matters).
Soft, well-aquainted tee slips on.
Collaps into chair.
Not until homework spreads that the strain,
Phsiologically,
Psychologically,
is named.
Finally taking a toil from the crunch.(From the frustration, others' laziness, unmet goals, awaiting work, dread of awakeness, state of overload, absence of esteem.)
I, from newspaper deadline. And we're not even finished. I can't stand David and Jon. Obnoxious, slacking. Think "fck" is funny. "Fcking this," "fcking that." I hate politicians and government.
Belt loosens.
Head falls back.
Hands in hair.
Groans.
Deep breath.
Sighs.
Eyes close.
Gathers enough energy to move (and move to) two feet.
Sheds restraining cloths.
Peels off two layers in one go.
Tense shoulders stretch.
Feet and flourscent lights bares.
Steps into swimming trunks for the wrong gender (not that it matters).
Soft, well-aquainted tee slips on.
Collaps into chair.
Not until homework spreads that the strain,
Phsiologically,
Psychologically,
is named.
Finally taking a toil from the crunch.(From the frustration, others' laziness, unmet goals, awaiting work, dread of awakeness, state of overload, absence of esteem.)
I, from newspaper deadline. And we're not even finished. I can't stand David and Jon. Obnoxious, slacking. Think "fck" is funny. "Fcking this," "fcking that." I hate politicians and government.
04 October 2005
Curiosity About Sleep and Headaches
My frontal lobe is either on overdrive or is dying. Or maybe it's just my retinas slowly working itself to their death. Either way, pain clouds my forehead.
It's really funny how I felt perfectly fine for almost a whole day (and was even chirpy) with 1.5 hours of sleep and is having a headache with 6.5 hours the day after.
Maybe displeasure regarding the AP Gov case presentation today (or rather, the disappointingly last minute preparation work and responsibility pushing done for it) have something to do with it. Hmm.
It's really funny how I felt perfectly fine for almost a whole day (and was even chirpy) with 1.5 hours of sleep and is having a headache with 6.5 hours the day after.
Maybe displeasure regarding the AP Gov case presentation today (or rather, the disappointingly last minute preparation work and responsibility pushing done for it) have something to do with it. Hmm.
03 October 2005
Restricted Food Consummation
Today marks day one of the nine-day vegetarian "diet" we go through. The Asian veggie diet, mind you; we will not eat anything that comes from animals either. This is perhaps the fifth year, no, maybe sixth year.
I think I'll take up habitual writing again. Not because of spare time but because it helps me reinforce English.
It's funny how short my sentences become here as opposed to in an essay.
I think I'll take up habitual writing again. Not because of spare time but because it helps me reinforce English.
It's funny how short my sentences become here as opposed to in an essay.
255 Names in Contacts
Oh Crap. I just accidentally imported the whole Aristocrat contact list into my account. I only meant to import my own staff TT__TT
27 September 2005
"Other than that, he treated me like a mushroom. Kept me in the dark and fed me shit.”
—Sam Pirelli, Malfoy, P.I. by Nancy on PSA.
25 September 2005
Yasashiburi...na.
self-assumed wittiness discouraged. I'm really not in the mood for it. But I don't want to completely disallow comments, so thus this warning.
For a while, I was sure of deserting this place. This web place. Because I was scared and felt...unsafe of revealing more than I have. Because, as ridiculous as this may sound and as much as I don't intend this to happen, this web place misinformed others. Hmm, led others to believe my sullen, pessimistic side to be all I am, this webplace radiates. The only thing that can be blamed on me is not putting up discretions: WARNING—biased and a fraction of the author is represented, as she is too good and avoidant to tell every fcking little detail about her life to a bunch of imaginary audiences that can't do a thing and might get overly concerned
But whatever. There's also the thing about me being too busy to write. Unlike those who find their interest in academic/school subjects (and often I envy them), I have more particular hobbies that tends to just waste time. There is also newspaper/robotics/APs to blame. The whole managing thing in newspaper and robotics really stressed me out, but I think I'm getting the hang of it.
I still think newspaper is much more pathetic in time management wise than in robotics. At least the robotics folks don't get stuck in something as menial as trying to vision the fcking layout before getting any content done. That's my job. YOU go out and get the contents and layouting will be smooth and pretty. If you care about the layouts on pages so much, then stop trying to make me work with no content and let me LEAVE when there's nothing to do rather than lecturing me about how I've let the team down. Or, let me whine about other pages more. "Centerspreads are the arts and graphics manager's [treasure]" my ass. I can't do a fcking thing with no content.
It's suprising how much steam I still have after two weeks. Maybe the reason is the approaching deadline night and the endless centerspread talk again. Oh, that and Mr. Lee's extreme worries are getting on my nerves. 50 doesn't quite equal 100, even if you round, thank you.
I'm 60% regretting taking AP gov't. Their scheming, plotting, loophole-finding, doubting, biased frame of mind is exhausting. I don't know how politicians stay happy in that depressing environment. WHY must I take a stance?
I think I'm getting neurotic and am definately getting more avoident because of increasingly negatively annoying humans I must interact with. It makes me want to run into the woods and stay a hermit (crab). Actually, I've already did that twice! Except the one on labor day weekend was anything but solitary, even if sleeping in the car instead of the tent was a good experience. The one this weekend was better. With more people and less expected to interact, at the very least.
Back to me being avoident. I think I'm chasing away my friends because of it. Because I act with aloofness and and uncaring attitude. Most of the time I'm actually very interested in their stories though...I just don't want to ask and poke into something they don't want to reveal...Hell, there's also me building all these fcking defences because I don't want others to find weaknesses...to pretend I'm less vitiated and weak and damaged than I am. I'm scared of being hurt, you know. It's part of the reason why I am afraid of anything intimate. Yes. All from the fear of being disliked and socially rejected. Ironic, isn't it? That I state that I don't care about being different while yearning for acceptance and recognization. Haha, this discrete yearning while hinding behind a facade thing is really back firing. While I'm no social animal or even anything social, I do wish I'm not so distant.
Today, back from the camping trip this weekend in Yosemite (we got to live in tents with cots inside Yosemite! Yay!), when I mentioned about Amy asking me to homecoming, Parents asked (half-jokingly) if I worry about being seen as a lesbian, and I responded with Amy being Bi and me not caring whether whatever sexual orientation I am (the closest thing I got instead of saying I'm pansexual, which I'd need to explain), they got really silent for an interesting amount of time. Hehe. Hmm...it's better to say that I'm asexual now, harhar, seeing my intima-phobia being so ragingly rampant.
It's 00:19 and I still need to do some last minute A+G staff meeting planning and do stats homework (I HATE GOULD; she's making me loose interest in stats in her teaching methods and mannerisms) before I sleep. At least tomorrow's only half a day.
For a while, I was sure of deserting this place. This web place. Because I was scared and felt...unsafe of revealing more than I have. Because, as ridiculous as this may sound and as much as I don't intend this to happen, this web place misinformed others. Hmm, led others to believe my sullen, pessimistic side to be all I am, this webplace radiates. The only thing that can be blamed on me is not putting up discretions: WARNING—biased and a fraction of the author is represented, as she is too good and avoidant to tell every fcking little detail about her life to a bunch of imaginary audiences that can't do a thing and might get overly concerned
But whatever. There's also the thing about me being too busy to write. Unlike those who find their interest in academic/school subjects (and often I envy them), I have more particular hobbies that tends to just waste time. There is also newspaper/robotics/APs to blame. The whole managing thing in newspaper and robotics really stressed me out, but I think I'm getting the hang of it.
I still think newspaper is much more pathetic in time management wise than in robotics. At least the robotics folks don't get stuck in something as menial as trying to vision the fcking layout before getting any content done. That's my job. YOU go out and get the contents and layouting will be smooth and pretty. If you care about the layouts on pages so much, then stop trying to make me work with no content and let me LEAVE when there's nothing to do rather than lecturing me about how I've let the team down. Or, let me whine about other pages more. "Centerspreads are the arts and graphics manager's [treasure]" my ass. I can't do a fcking thing with no content.
It's suprising how much steam I still have after two weeks. Maybe the reason is the approaching deadline night and the endless centerspread talk again. Oh, that and Mr. Lee's extreme worries are getting on my nerves. 50 doesn't quite equal 100, even if you round, thank you.
I'm 60% regretting taking AP gov't. Their scheming, plotting, loophole-finding, doubting, biased frame of mind is exhausting. I don't know how politicians stay happy in that depressing environment. WHY must I take a stance?
I think I'm getting neurotic and am definately getting more avoident because of increasingly negatively annoying humans I must interact with. It makes me want to run into the woods and stay a hermit (crab). Actually, I've already did that twice! Except the one on labor day weekend was anything but solitary, even if sleeping in the car instead of the tent was a good experience. The one this weekend was better. With more people and less expected to interact, at the very least.
Back to me being avoident. I think I'm chasing away my friends because of it. Because I act with aloofness and and uncaring attitude. Most of the time I'm actually very interested in their stories though...I just don't want to ask and poke into something they don't want to reveal...Hell, there's also me building all these fcking defences because I don't want others to find weaknesses...to pretend I'm less vitiated and weak and damaged than I am. I'm scared of being hurt, you know. It's part of the reason why I am afraid of anything intimate. Yes. All from the fear of being disliked and socially rejected. Ironic, isn't it? That I state that I don't care about being different while yearning for acceptance and recognization. Haha, this discrete yearning while hinding behind a facade thing is really back firing. While I'm no social animal or even anything social, I do wish I'm not so distant.
Today, back from the camping trip this weekend in Yosemite (we got to live in tents with cots inside Yosemite! Yay!), when I mentioned about Amy asking me to homecoming, Parents asked (half-jokingly) if I worry about being seen as a lesbian, and I responded with Amy being Bi and me not caring whether whatever sexual orientation I am (the closest thing I got instead of saying I'm pansexual, which I'd need to explain), they got really silent for an interesting amount of time. Hehe. Hmm...it's better to say that I'm asexual now, harhar, seeing my intima-phobia being so ragingly rampant.
It's 00:19 and I still need to do some last minute A+G staff meeting planning and do stats homework (I HATE GOULD; she's making me loose interest in stats in her teaching methods and mannerisms) before I sleep. At least tomorrow's only half a day.
27 August 2005
Virtue Fortune Cookies & Weirdness
| Your Fortune Is |
 He who thinks by the inch and talks by the yard deserves to be kicked by the foot. |
| You Are 60% Weird |
 You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks! |
26 August 2005
Icchy Fingers.
A few months ago, a bunch of Africans began meeting late at night in the house directly across the fence from my window. Irritatingly noisy and inconsiderate, they were, their throats intensely vibrating the air around them (laughing, swearing, talking, debating), paying no heed to the ones who cannot possibly block them out, even with a closed window. Worse that they don't start until midnight and lasts until 2, around and sometimes.
As I decide to complain about this group of at least four, one of whom is a women, something different pounced steadily through the open windows: rhymes, beats (vocals and feet and hands utlized), notes, poetries, lyrics, songs.
Utterly interesting group of people, despite their lack of "turn down the volume after 10pm" concept...
Ittai, nanimono da yo, aitsura wa?
As I decide to complain about this group of at least four, one of whom is a women, something different pounced steadily through the open windows: rhymes, beats (vocals and feet and hands utlized), notes, poetries, lyrics, songs.
Utterly interesting group of people, despite their lack of "turn down the volume after 10pm" concept...
Ittai, nanimono da yo, aitsura wa?
22 August 2005
"Uro-English"
-----Original Message-----
From: Vivian Schlesinger
Sent: Monday, August 22, 2005 4:26 PM
To: Annitta Mui; Cecilia Eng; Dennis Tom; Farshad Altafi; Jack Emerson;
Peggy Daley
Subject: FW: Changes to English Language :)
European English Language
Enjoy your English while you can...
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English
will become the official language of the European Union, rather than
German, which was the other possibility.
As part of negotiations, Her Majesty's Government conceded that English
spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year
phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".
1. In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c".
Sertainly, this will make sivil servants jump with joy.
2. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k".
This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
3. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the
troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like
fotograf 20% shorter.
4. Publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the
stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
5. Governments will enkourage removal of double letters, which have
always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
6. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the
languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
7. Peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and
"w" with "v".
8. During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords
kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten
styl.
Zer vil be n! o mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu
understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru!
If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.
From: Vivian Schlesinger
Sent: Monday, August 22, 2005 4:26 PM
To: Annitta Mui; Cecilia Eng; Dennis Tom; Farshad Altafi; Jack Emerson;
Peggy Daley
Subject: FW: Changes to English Language :)
European English Language
Enjoy your English while you can...
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English
will become the official language of the European Union, rather than
German, which was the other possibility.
As part of negotiations, Her Majesty's Government conceded that English
spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year
phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".
1. In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c".
Sertainly, this will make sivil servants jump with joy.
2. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k".
This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
3. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the
troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like
fotograf 20% shorter.
4. Publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the
stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
5. Governments will enkourage removal of double letters, which have
always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
6. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the
languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
7. Peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and
"w" with "v".
8. During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords
kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten
styl.
Zer vil be n! o mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu
understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru!
If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.
07 August 2005
Something Damnable
But before anything:
Take The quiz yourself
Yes! LoL. I'd pay 13 cents for fame, immortality and power! XD
It's 01:31 now; I've been reading DJ and Xanga. I'll do that topic-related thing tomorrow.
Take The quiz yourself
Yes! LoL. I'd pay 13 cents for fame, immortality and power! XD
It's 01:31 now; I've been reading DJ and Xanga. I'll do that topic-related thing tomorrow.
03 August 2005
ADVERTISEMENT
Haha...since I'm completely Xanga-incompatible (Though people would've seen this through MySpace anyways...?)...
THE FOLLOWING IS ABRIBED NON-PAID ADVERTISEMENT FROM AMY:
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Friday, August 12, 2005, 7:30 p.m.
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THE FOLLOWING IS A
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Friday, August 12, 2005, 7:30 p.m.
Herbst Theatre 401 Van Ness, San Francisco
Admission FREE
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30 July 2005
The Wonderland Rabbit Imitator
Panicking. Pressed.
That sinking feeling that one would be met with some horrible consequence if one doesn't make it in time.
Not enough time...
...Despite still having more than two week's worth of hours for things to get done.
Crap and Not Enough Time are what I'm thinking, yet movies and twenty-six episodes of Samuri 7 still weaved in.
But still, I'm thinking,
Crap, I'm not going to get this done.
Still 2 books, 15 pages, notes, 2 posters, websites, and much more to go.
All I could put my heart to do is complain.
While I'm at it, one last complain:
I blame Larry for messing up my already messed-up sleeping schedule.
That sinking feeling that one would be met with some horrible consequence if one doesn't make it in time.
Not enough time...
...Despite still having more than two week's worth of hours for things to get done.
Crap and Not Enough Time are what I'm thinking, yet movies and twenty-six episodes of Samuri 7 still weaved in.
But still, I'm thinking,
Crap, I'm not going to get this done.
Still 2 books, 15 pages, notes, 2 posters, websites, and much more to go.
All I could put my heart to do is complain.
While I'm at it, one last complain:
I blame Larry for messing up my already messed-up sleeping schedule.
26 July 2005
Home
I'm back and feel like crap. Right now Grandmother is talking about going back to Hong Kong once again, this time with the purpose of seeing her ear problem. Then more about having sent money for college. We keep telling her that money is not a problem. She can't hear. I have to scream with a hoarse throat from talking so much after comming back. My voice just broke.
Tired. But all I've heard from Father and Grandmother is school, school, SAT, driving written exam, college, hard life...I don't want to hear it. I don't need more nagging (mostly from Grandmother) after rooming with someone who's an expert at it. Sorry Julie/Mrs. So, I really couldn't take your long-winded talks any more.
I think I want to wash my hair, but I just read an email from Aunt that females on their period shouldn't because it will cause the uterus to contract and leave behind...things that will lead to cancer.
Will be typing written entries during my trip in the future. Crap, I have so much mails and DevART and ffn stuff to check too.
I want privacy. I need privacy.
Tired. But all I've heard from Father and Grandmother is school, school, SAT, driving written exam, college, hard life...I don't want to hear it. I don't need more nagging (mostly from Grandmother) after rooming with someone who's an expert at it. Sorry Julie/Mrs. So, I really couldn't take your long-winded talks any more.
I think I want to wash my hair, but I just read an email from Aunt that females on their period shouldn't because it will cause the uterus to contract and leave behind...things that will lead to cancer.
Will be typing written entries during my trip in the future. Crap, I have so much mails and DevART and ffn stuff to check too.
I want privacy. I need privacy.
14 July 2005
Day 1: PanYu Polytechnic
Currently in PanYu Polytechnic...Using their English media center. Umm. Hot and humid here, though it's not as intolerable as I thought. Other people think otherwise, though.
Yay. Got a phone card and have about 35 minutes. Will call people, methinks.
AArgh. I'm writing to an audience..BAD BERNICE!
(Local time 10:17am)
Yay. Got a phone card and have about 35 minutes. Will call people, methinks.
AArgh. I'm writing to an audience..BAD BERNICE!
(Local time 10:17am)
07 July 2005
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Today was really great.
I feel a bit strange because we've just moved to Idaho and there's a weird smell in the house.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.
Last night I had to go and pay Joshua's bail. He's such a jerk. He got arrested for punching the Walmart clerk in the face for refusing to sell him beer. He's only 16!
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.
I want to say thanks to simon and Abbey and Dave and the other Simon for helping me on Saturday. You guys are the best. By the way, if you happen to find my wallet, keys or underwear, could you SMS me? Adrian has my number.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and a healthy imagination.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
Type something here.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this poem I wrote. It's about my friend Robert, who has bipolar disorder. Just like me. And Heidi.
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I feel a bit strange because we've just moved to Idaho and there's a weird smell in the house.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.
Last night I had to go and pay Joshua's bail. He's such a jerk. He got arrested for punching the Walmart clerk in the face for refusing to sell him beer. He's only 16!
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.
I want to say thanks to simon and Abbey and Dave and the other Simon for helping me on Saturday. You guys are the best. By the way, if you happen to find my wallet, keys or underwear, could you SMS me? Adrian has my number.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and a healthy imagination.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
Type something here.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this poem I wrote. It's about my friend Robert, who has bipolar disorder. Just like me. And Heidi.
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03 July 2005
Mask
Masks destroys people. That's the conclusion from the most recent Bathroom Philosophy session.
Masks seems to protect us from what we fear. Or at least that is the case if fear involves others.
I fear rejection, so I patch myself up with detachment and solitude, acting as if I don't care. Trying to convince myself and others that I won't be hurt. So I cram the as much faults that I have under lies and acting to be a good person. I igrew up being the center of attention, and I still want that attention. I may shrug and say, 'meh, it's alright,' '(shrug) I don't really care,' but...my insides sometimes differ. If my original goal was to change for the better, I've failed mizerably. I have been spoiled and nothing can change that. I'm posessive and selfish and fear rejection and failure. Me waving off the fear is, perhaps, an attempt to lessen the pain, but mostly it is to hide. Hide my ugly core.
I am competitive and attention demanding. I must not be the same as others, because that would just hiss in my ear about my normalty. That'd just mean I'm just like any passerby on the street, all in which can be lumped into a collective, a mass of indistinguished beings. Of course, many of those in the collective may also be striving for the same things...
I'm scared of being excluded, so I act my best and sweep all the dirt under the tongue, because I know what an annoying, loathsome person I really am. Perhaps more so than I imagine. So I mold myself with the English Poker Face As Adapted In Hong Kong.
I dread that this will be read, yet keeping this to myself will not change myself.
Passive, whiny. I let chances and opportunities slip by. I learn to not let that happen in school work, so I hoarde and claw at those opportunities. Giving up AP Gov, despite my lack of interest, was hard. But in all other spectrums of life, I have let so many things slip by and miss and I regret them weeks, months, years, seconds, minutes, hours afterward for days and months. But regreting solves nothing. So I regret for missing and for regretting.
Without my Fort and my Mask and my Armor and my Bluff, I am nothing and I am weak.
I'm not coherent...because I'm shaky from honestly revealing my face and not another mask underneath?
I need to know what others think of me so I can fix the cracks that I cannot see.
I..I...always me. I'm selfish. Others are not in my concern. I don't fare well in social things because I'm only concerned for myself, and I fool myself to think it's because I don't want to by nosy instead...
I ranted.
Masks seems to protect us from what we fear. Or at least that is the case if fear involves others.
I fear rejection, so I patch myself up with detachment and solitude, acting as if I don't care. Trying to convince myself and others that I won't be hurt. So I cram the as much faults that I have under lies and acting to be a good person. I igrew up being the center of attention, and I still want that attention. I may shrug and say, 'meh, it's alright,' '(shrug) I don't really care,' but...my insides sometimes differ. If my original goal was to change for the better, I've failed mizerably. I have been spoiled and nothing can change that. I'm posessive and selfish and fear rejection and failure. Me waving off the fear is, perhaps, an attempt to lessen the pain, but mostly it is to hide. Hide my ugly core.
I am competitive and attention demanding. I must not be the same as others, because that would just hiss in my ear about my normalty. That'd just mean I'm just like any passerby on the street, all in which can be lumped into a collective, a mass of indistinguished beings. Of course, many of those in the collective may also be striving for the same things...
I'm scared of being excluded, so I act my best and sweep all the dirt under the tongue, because I know what an annoying, loathsome person I really am. Perhaps more so than I imagine. So I mold myself with the English Poker Face As Adapted In Hong Kong.
I dread that this will be read, yet keeping this to myself will not change myself.
Passive, whiny. I let chances and opportunities slip by. I learn to not let that happen in school work, so I hoarde and claw at those opportunities. Giving up AP Gov, despite my lack of interest, was hard. But in all other spectrums of life, I have let so many things slip by and miss and I regret them weeks, months, years, seconds, minutes, hours afterward for days and months. But regreting solves nothing. So I regret for missing and for regretting.
Without my Fort and my Mask and my Armor and my Bluff, I am nothing and I am weak.
I'm not coherent...because I'm shaky from honestly revealing my face and not another mask underneath?
I need to know what others think of me so I can fix the cracks that I cannot see.
I..I...always me. I'm selfish. Others are not in my concern. I don't fare well in social things because I'm only concerned for myself, and I fool myself to think it's because I don't want to by nosy instead...
I ranted.
Phantom of the Opera
"Rented" the DVD today and watched. I didn't like the Phantom's voice, nor the way he's portrayed. From what Mother has told me of the original musical, I think I like that better. The Chinese version that Aunt saw seems pretty interesting too.
I like the song "Masquerade," lyrics more so than the tune (too repetitive).
I like the song "Masquerade," lyrics more so than the tune (too repetitive).
02 July 2005
At The Corner of My Mouth
口角生了幾個水泡、超噁心。
Somehow saying that in English just quite doesn't cut it.
Maybe it's just because I thought it out in Cantonese....
Somehow saying that in English just quite doesn't cut it.
Maybe it's just because I thought it out in Cantonese....
01 July 2005
Innocence
I went to breakfast at First Watch with Kat and Amy today, then later to Amy's to chat and to Kat's to listen to her play the piano. At Amy's, Kat was saying I'm innocent (as in not having been experienced in some things, as I infer from the conversation), but..well, I would say otherwise. Maybe not physically, but...haha, think Fanfiction.
No. Not really that innocent. Inexperienced, but not (searches thesaurus) untainted XD
What they talk about and what they tell me seems to fit perfectly to what I said about how I present myself. Cause and effect. Amy said that she doesn't know whether I'm disinterest in it or I don't want to know about it. I guess I have mild interest in it because it concerns a friend, and I don't really mind. I would be slightly frightened if they're of the Holly-typed details...O_O;;
Hehe. "Innocence." (D.Gray-Man related)
'The Akuma have taken away the General's Innocence!' LoL.
No. Not really that innocent. Inexperienced, but not (searches thesaurus) untainted XD
What they talk about and what they tell me seems to fit perfectly to what I said about how I present myself. Cause and effect. Amy said that she doesn't know whether I'm disinterest in it or I don't want to know about it. I guess I have mild interest in it because it concerns a friend, and I don't really mind. I would be slightly frightened if they're of the Holly-typed details...O_O;;
Hehe. "Innocence." (D.Gray-Man related)
'The Akuma have taken away the General's Innocence!' LoL.
Why Do I Friggin Need A Title Now? It Didn't Need One Before!
It's bad when one's so tired and sleep-needy that she feels like throwing up, right?
But what can I say, I like stretching myself to the limits. (/sarcasm)
But what can I say, I like stretching myself to the limits. (/sarcasm)
30 June 2005
Jibun Nitsuite (About Oneself)
I'm spamming again.
In an attempt to save some rants about the last post, I switch to analyzing myself, which is where this sprouted from (like a bean!)(Think FMA or D.Gray-Man! hahah...)(Moyashi! <--beansprout!)
Some time ago, I told my parents that I don't really social because I have nothing to say. It's not really true. I can be silly and chatty. But when in a gathering, an automatic filter system activates and only selecting those few sentences with a significant contribution to the conversation, whether it be intelligent or not. One pessimistic rendition of that would be saying "the reason I don't talk much is because I'm not smart enough," but that's really me trying to kick my easily inflatable ego to a corner and cutting it off before it rampages. Message boards are like that. You see so many kinds of people...and it helps identifying how I present and treat people.
I still don't know wether I take jokes well or no...Parents sometimes think I take somethings too seriously...
Somehow, in the bathroom, I was thinking about gossips too. Oh, from the little piece of new information regarding the family who lives in my Fourth Aunt's house next door. I finally got to see Alice's boyfriend—they were outside the gates talking or somthing when I saw them. And once afterwards. My only memory of him, as I've only allowed myself a glance (the way they were hiding from the house's view tends to not want others know/stare), was that he is tall. Alice has to raise her arms pretty high to reach his ears, LoL. Hmm...That lead to thinking about gossips, how I really hate this current relationship with their family, which lead to thinking that it's my fault that I display this antisocial stance, which lead to the third paragraph of this post, which tend me thinking about my disinterest with gossips and relationships is part of the reason I just don't have a lot to say with my cousins (or many of my female classmates, for that matter) along with the whole deal with displaying (in which evey way avaliable) oneself to attract a male and all that... I don't think that made much sense. Anyways. I don't quite feel the need to "get a guy" or whatnot (not because guys flock to me, but because I simply don't think anyone will want this creature) and I feel that I won't want other people to be cooing about how cute my relationship is, so I don't bother cooing about how cute other couples are. If I don't want something done to me, I won't do it to others. Simply that. I tend to avoid couples because of embarassment too, but I'm working on that ^^;; I don't want to be a "lightbulb," as the Chinese calls someone who gets in the way of a couple.
Hmm...I guess, in summary, my bashfulness from dealing with relationships and sillines (I don't want others to think I'm annoying ´Д´) in general marks me as aloof and antisocial and quiet and mean and strict and too serious?!°Д°
Am I trying too hard to be not annoying in a silly or rabid way that it's annoying?! AAAAHhhhhhh....
That's why I want everybody to diss me in my yearbook next year...It's difficult to diss someone if you don't know them, and I want to know how difficult to survive with I am, though this 'favor' would probably make people hate me more, Haha...I didn't even ask the people I don't really know or talk to to sign my yearbook this year because I hate seeing the commercialized "stay sweet" or "have a great summer" or any similiar variants that sort of scream "I don't know you, but since you're desperate for popularity and since you asked..." I liked Meiko's entry, which is honest in saying "I don't really know you, but there's next year!" in different words. I'd like to get to know her better too, as I had some prejudice against her in the beginning ^^;;;; By compareson, Sylvia's is longer, but I feel more alienated after reading it because it feels like a formula.
Amy still hasn't signed my yearbook, nor have I signed hers yet. LoL.
In an attempt to save some rants about the last post, I switch to analyzing myself, which is where this sprouted from (like a bean!)(Think FMA or D.Gray-Man! hahah...)(Moyashi! <--beansprout!)
Some time ago, I told my parents that I don't really social because I have nothing to say. It's not really true. I can be silly and chatty. But when in a gathering, an automatic filter system activates and only selecting those few sentences with a significant contribution to the conversation, whether it be intelligent or not. One pessimistic rendition of that would be saying "the reason I don't talk much is because I'm not smart enough," but that's really me trying to kick my easily inflatable ego to a corner and cutting it off before it rampages. Message boards are like that. You see so many kinds of people...and it helps identifying how I present and treat people.
I still don't know wether I take jokes well or no...Parents sometimes think I take somethings too seriously...
Somehow, in the bathroom, I was thinking about gossips too. Oh, from the little piece of new information regarding the family who lives in my Fourth Aunt's house next door. I finally got to see Alice's boyfriend—they were outside the gates talking or somthing when I saw them. And once afterwards. My only memory of him, as I've only allowed myself a glance (the way they were hiding from the house's view tends to not want others know/stare), was that he is tall. Alice has to raise her arms pretty high to reach his ears, LoL. Hmm...That lead to thinking about gossips, how I really hate this current relationship with their family, which lead to thinking that it's my fault that I display this antisocial stance, which lead to the third paragraph of this post, which tend me thinking about my disinterest with gossips and relationships is part of the reason I just don't have a lot to say with my cousins (or many of my female classmates, for that matter) along with the whole deal with displaying (in which evey way avaliable) oneself to attract a male and all that... I don't think that made much sense. Anyways. I don't quite feel the need to "get a guy" or whatnot (not because guys flock to me, but because I simply don't think anyone will want this creature) and I feel that I won't want other people to be cooing about how cute my relationship is, so I don't bother cooing about how cute other couples are. If I don't want something done to me, I won't do it to others. Simply that. I tend to avoid couples because of embarassment too, but I'm working on that ^^;; I don't want to be a "lightbulb," as the Chinese calls someone who gets in the way of a couple.
Hmm...I guess, in summary, my bashfulness from dealing with relationships and sillines (I don't want others to think I'm annoying ´Д´) in general marks me as aloof and antisocial and quiet and mean and strict and too serious?!°Д°
Am I trying too hard to be not annoying in a silly or rabid way that it's annoying?! AAAAHhhhhhh....
That's why I want everybody to diss me in my yearbook next year...It's difficult to diss someone if you don't know them, and I want to know how difficult to survive with I am, though this 'favor' would probably make people hate me more, Haha...I didn't even ask the people I don't really know or talk to to sign my yearbook this year because I hate seeing the commercialized "stay sweet" or "have a great summer" or any similiar variants that sort of scream "I don't know you, but since you're desperate for popularity and since you asked..." I liked Meiko's entry, which is honest in saying "I don't really know you, but there's next year!" in different words. I'd like to get to know her better too, as I had some prejudice against her in the beginning ^^;;;; By compareson, Sylvia's is longer, but I feel more alienated after reading it because it feels like a formula.
Amy still hasn't signed my yearbook, nor have I signed hers yet. LoL.
Hints
I'm really tired of playing guessing games with slight hints between words and actions that is really telling me, "I want [this]!" or "I don't like [this]!" and try to be "polite." This case is especially true when the said person is supposed to "act like family" or some other shit like that. (And it irritates me to no end that I am complaining around a corner.)
Close family are not supposed to act like friggin guests and be embarassed about asking for something! Sure, some habits and rules may differ from one person to the next, but it's really irritating when her most recent stay is more than half a year and counting and this is her fourth time living in this house and I grew up with her.
Mother said it's the way Hong Kong people act, afraid of asking for help and thus showing weakness. The emmense and overbearing competition and the rapidness of gossip going around because of the lack of personal space, apparently. Just like the "Hong Kong-ese" way of speaking god forbidden LAZY CANTONESE, I am ashamed of these people. Afterall, I do still identify myself as a Hong Kong person. I've seen so many things wrong with Hong Kong inhabitans as a whole that I worry for myself that there are some irritating habits embedded in me that I yet have to identify.
I realy want to say "fuck their stupid way to speaking and their fragile esteem."
It saddens me that I can't change what has creating them as a whole for the majority, if not their whole, lives. Saying I very much desire to help them is a little over the top, but if they don't put their guards up so high and soild, I'd be happy to help. Of course, they will eventually find their way and settle and be accustomed to the (dull) life (without a car), but when their opportunities could be so much greater and their lives much more accomplishing yet they abandon that for an easy road that leads to where the McDonald-workers go, it pains me.
It hurts because it's like offering food to a deathly starving (it doesn't quite make sense but whatever) person who refuses it because of some stupid reason like pride or something.
Hah. I always loose the steam and the momentum to complain and rant after I shower. This is no exception. Usually because I would think enough in the bathroom that I don't feel the need to repeat myself.
Close family are not supposed to act like friggin guests and be embarassed about asking for something! Sure, some habits and rules may differ from one person to the next, but it's really irritating when her most recent stay is more than half a year and counting and this is her fourth time living in this house and I grew up with her.
Mother said it's the way Hong Kong people act, afraid of asking for help and thus showing weakness. The emmense and overbearing competition and the rapidness of gossip going around because of the lack of personal space, apparently. Just like the "Hong Kong-ese" way of speaking god forbidden LAZY CANTONESE, I am ashamed of these people. Afterall, I do still identify myself as a Hong Kong person. I've seen so many things wrong with Hong Kong inhabitans as a whole that I worry for myself that there are some irritating habits embedded in me that I yet have to identify.
I realy want to say "fuck their stupid way to speaking and their fragile esteem."
It saddens me that I can't change what has creating them as a whole for the majority, if not their whole, lives. Saying I very much desire to help them is a little over the top, but if they don't put their guards up so high and soild, I'd be happy to help. Of course, they will eventually find their way and settle and be accustomed to the (dull) life (without a car), but when their opportunities could be so much greater and their lives much more accomplishing yet they abandon that for an easy road that leads to where the McDonald-workers go, it pains me.
It hurts because it's like offering food to a deathly starving (it doesn't quite make sense but whatever) person who refuses it because of some stupid reason like pride or something.
Hah. I always loose the steam and the momentum to complain and rant after I shower. This is no exception. Usually because I would think enough in the bathroom that I don't feel the need to repeat myself.
Summer Weather
I've been hearing Cicadas when the day got warmer, past noon, for the last three days. It somehow comforts me and convinces me that the weather isn't changing that rapidly, that there's still some time before Brazil becomes the new North Pole with the Poles at the Equator. Still, despite the warmer, stiffer air that usually catagorizes "summer" of North Ameri...no, Californi...no, San Mateo, the days are not warm enough for June-soon-turn-July days. Though this unusual temperature unsettles me, I don't really mind. I like it. My room becomes slightly suffocating as more time passes from sunrise, despite the open window, open door, and a breeze from the fan, but the temperature (90°F? perhaps a little higher) seems to suit this creature with bad circulation, allowing the said creature with a ridiculously small clique (biology-wise, mind you) to pad around the house in shirt and shorts, in the most comfortable temperature, not sweating nor shivering, while still can enjoy the warmth of sun-heated cement barefooted without burns or funny dances like some specie of desert lizard. The farthest this creature had traveled during the past 4 days was to the end of the driveway, to close the gate, to let the cat loose.
The new wound and the old wound merged and evolved into one big wound that refuses to heal. I wonder if the cat's not healing because Father did not say "goodbye" to BBMao when he left. Byakko is rather attached to him, in one way or another.
The new wound and the old wound merged and evolved into one big wound that refuses to heal. I wonder if the cat's not healing because Father did not say "goodbye" to BBMao when he left. Byakko is rather attached to him, in one way or another.
29 June 2005
Forward - The building process of a Noah Ark
-----Original Message-----
From: Zina Khaykina
Sent: Monday, June 27, 2005 9:14 AM
To: Everyone at GLP; Everyone at Drozda; Everyone at Veverka
Subject: The building process
In the year 2005, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the
United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and
very populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me.
Build an Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good
humans." He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have 6 months to
build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40
nights." Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in
his yard-- but no Ark.
"Noah!" He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"
"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed. I need a
building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for
a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the
neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and
exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal
Board for a decision.
Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the
future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to
clear the passage for the Ark 's move to the sea. I told them that the
sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.
Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local
trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the
environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!
When I started gathering the animals, I got sued by an animal rights
group. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their
will. They argued that the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was
cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space. Then the
EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an
environmental impact study on Your proposed flood.
I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission
on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.
Immigration and Naturalization is checking the green-card status of most
of the people who want to work. The trade-unions say I can't use my
sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building
experience. To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets,
claiming I'm trying
to leave the country illegally with endangered species.
So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to
finish this Ark."
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow
stretched across the sky.
Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you are not going to
destroy the world?".
"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it!"
Matthew Damos, P.E.
Water Agency Engineer
SONOMA COUNTY WATER AGENCY
2227 Capricorn Way, Suite 108
P.O. Box 11628
Santa Rosa, CA 95406
(707) 547-1983 Phone
(707) 524-3782 Fax
mdamos@scwa.ca.gov
From: Zina Khaykina
Sent: Monday, June 27, 2005 9:14 AM
To: Everyone at GLP; Everyone at Drozda; Everyone at Veverka
Subject: The building process
In the year 2005, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the
United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and
very populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me.
Build an Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good
humans." He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have 6 months to
build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40
nights." Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in
his yard-- but no Ark.
"Noah!" He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"
"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed. I need a
building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for
a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the
neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and
exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal
Board for a decision.
Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the
future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to
clear the passage for the Ark 's move to the sea. I told them that the
sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.
Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local
trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the
environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!
When I started gathering the animals, I got sued by an animal rights
group. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their
will. They argued that the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was
cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space. Then the
EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an
environmental impact study on Your proposed flood.
I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission
on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.
Immigration and Naturalization is checking the green-card status of most
of the people who want to work. The trade-unions say I can't use my
sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building
experience. To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets,
claiming I'm trying
to leave the country illegally with endangered species.
So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to
finish this Ark."
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow
stretched across the sky.
Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you are not going to
destroy the world?".
"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it!"
Matthew Damos, P.E.
Water Agency Engineer
SONOMA COUNTY WATER AGENCY
2227 Capricorn Way, Suite 108
P.O. Box 11628
Santa Rosa, CA 95406
(707) 547-1983 Phone
(707) 524-3782 Fax
mdamos@scwa.ca.gov
25 June 2005
Wasting Summer
Kyaa--! [Insert more fangirl squeals and gushes and hearts here] BeccaAmon's Spiral Falling ended with chapter 32 yesterday and I've finally gotten to finish it~ (heart heart heart) Spiral Falling has got to be one of the best SasuNaru fanfics around. The story was engaging throughout, the writing was great, and it ended in a very satisfying way without dragging the story or over dramatized it. Well, actually, it was quite soapy, but...eh, I guess I get my serving of soap from fanfics instead of tv, haha. Gaaah! I already want to read it over though I've already done so around chapter 28! ><;; Hehe, I should finish/fix the fanart of this fanfic I drew sometime during the school year...
I'm forcing myself to write or else I will stop writing completely.
I've been wasting my summer away. I did pretty much nothing I've planned. Scratch that. I've done nothing. And I'm already 3 weeks into summer vacation!!! EEp.
I've also been avoiding human contact, getting in touch with my anti-social self by avoiding phone calls (exception being the 2-hour conversation with Lily), not going online although I can, etc etc. Especially so for the past week or so...or after I started cleaning my room.
Good news—I've cleaned and organized my room (though minor details still remain) and even vaccumed under the bed and washed my carpet. It dried today. Hmm...Took me two weeks. >_>;; The carpet was really disgusting. The water that came off it was this rich, dark yellow-brown color, and I had to wash it with Woolite and PineSol and Oxy oO;;;;; I beated the carpet before hand to get the dust/skin sheddings out beforehand and that was really scary too. Dust clouds flies out every time I wacked it with a stick...
I finally got a DVD burner! Yay! So far I've only burned 2 DVDs (Yakitate, NARUTO) because I need to organize my computer to find enough related stuff to burn. So that's what I've been doing too, going through files and deleting stuff I won't need or want. Ah, Compy went through a makeover too, as I've finally installed StyleXP and change the theme and login and bootscreen~ I still need to work on cursors, icons, and make a wallpaper though...
BUT ANYWAYS I'm really excited because I have more than 1/16% of my harddrive space freeeeeee~! (I wonder how long that'd last though, as with people who must spend money they have on hand, I download with avaliable space.) Heh. I'm working towards burning complete manga now...then mp3s, which are a mess. (I think I'll gather up all my Gackt+Malice Mizer stuff and burn them =\)
Because I'm going to China from July 13-26 (AAAH!!!!13 days without a computer!!) I went to get a visa (which I didn't need to because I have a return to China card thing, as I found out when I went to get the visa..) and thus went to Japan Town two times for the past 1.5 weeks. Total stocking of items during these two days mounted to four Shounen Jump (sooo tempted to get a ZEROSUM too...the cover is Hakkai from Saiyuki RELOAD for this month~~), a June Animage, Death Note 6, and NARUTO 27. Hehe, I got Father to pay for $30's worth of manga on the first day XD (The second day I paid and bought 1 Shounen Jump, LoL.)
Father went to HK (then Maccau) to deal with his business stuff again. As soon as they set up a coporation there they can start manufacturing...something...and earn money. Father's partners seem somewhat incompetant, though, as I've inducted from what Father has told me? YAAY! MORE MOGOLIAN MILK!!! (DROOL)
< showers >
Our family went to Hollis's house to pick plums last week . Eh, he most likely doesn't know, but whatever. Hmm... when I tried climbing onto a brach, I scraped myself on a stub and now I have a scratch ontop of a bruise on my upper inner left thigh. (sigh) Another similar point between Byakko and I; another excuse for my parents to call me the cat and Byakko 'Bernice' (They don't confuse our names on purpose either, which makes it even sadder)...
I haven't said anything about Byakko being attacked by most likely a raccoon. I should get to that in its own post. Same with my very disappointed Sasuke vs. Naruto.
I should stop sleeping until I wake naturally (usually being 10-11 hours of sleep). It makes summer pass too fast. I loose time toslack work more. I have almost too many things planned and I'm not getting them done at all. School's starting on August 16. x__X;;
I have more, but must sleep. It's almost 1am and I need to wake early tomorrow to set my internal clock to wake around nine instead of around 10:30...
I'm forcing myself to write or else I will stop writing completely.
I've been wasting my summer away. I did pretty much nothing I've planned. Scratch that. I've done nothing. And I'm already 3 weeks into summer vacation!!! EEp.
I've also been avoiding human contact, getting in touch with my anti-social self by avoiding phone calls (exception being the 2-hour conversation with Lily), not going online although I can, etc etc. Especially so for the past week or so...or after I started cleaning my room.
Good news—I've cleaned and organized my room (though minor details still remain) and even vaccumed under the bed and washed my carpet. It dried today. Hmm...Took me two weeks. >_>;; The carpet was really disgusting. The water that came off it was this rich, dark yellow-brown color, and I had to wash it with Woolite and PineSol and Oxy oO;;;;; I beated the carpet before hand to get the dust/skin sheddings out beforehand and that was really scary too. Dust clouds flies out every time I wacked it with a stick...
I finally got a DVD burner! Yay! So far I've only burned 2 DVDs (Yakitate, NARUTO) because I need to organize my computer to find enough related stuff to burn. So that's what I've been doing too, going through files and deleting stuff I won't need or want. Ah, Compy went through a makeover too, as I've finally installed StyleXP and change the theme and login and bootscreen~ I still need to work on cursors, icons, and make a wallpaper though...
BUT ANYWAYS I'm really excited because I have more than 1/16% of my harddrive space freeeeeee~! (I wonder how long that'd last though, as with people who must spend money they have on hand, I download with avaliable space.) Heh. I'm working towards burning complete manga now...then mp3s, which are a mess. (I think I'll gather up all my Gackt+Malice Mizer stuff and burn them =\)
Because I'm going to China from July 13-26 (AAAH!!!!13 days without a computer!!) I went to get a visa (which I didn't need to because I have a return to China card thing, as I found out when I went to get the visa..) and thus went to Japan Town two times for the past 1.5 weeks. Total stocking of items during these two days mounted to four Shounen Jump (sooo tempted to get a ZEROSUM too...the cover is Hakkai from Saiyuki RELOAD for this month~~), a June Animage, Death Note 6, and NARUTO 27. Hehe, I got Father to pay for $30's worth of manga on the first day XD (The second day I paid and bought 1 Shounen Jump, LoL.)
Father went to HK (then Maccau) to deal with his business stuff again. As soon as they set up a coporation there they can start manufacturing...something...and earn money. Father's partners seem somewhat incompetant, though, as I've inducted from what Father has told me? YAAY! MORE MOGOLIAN MILK!!! (DROOL)
< showers >
Our family went to Hollis's house to pick plums last week . Eh, he most likely doesn't know, but whatever. Hmm... when I tried climbing onto a brach, I scraped myself on a stub and now I have a scratch ontop of a bruise on my upper inner left thigh. (sigh) Another similar point between Byakko and I; another excuse for my parents to call me the cat and Byakko 'Bernice' (They don't confuse our names on purpose either, which makes it even sadder)...
I haven't said anything about Byakko being attacked by most likely a raccoon. I should get to that in its own post. Same with my very disappointed Sasuke vs. Naruto.
I should stop sleeping until I wake naturally (usually being 10-11 hours of sleep). It makes summer pass too fast. I loose time to
I have more, but must sleep. It's almost 1am and I need to wake early tomorrow to set my internal clock to wake around nine instead of around 10:30...
14 June 2005
12 June 2005
Virus Confirmed
Perhaps a Japanese saying: "only idiots get sick during summer."
...I'm an idiot.
My blasted runny, sneezy nose and the heat my cells are generating to disinfect their environment is stopping the collective being of those cells from doing commenting on a deadjournal and two fanarts.
...I'm an idiot.
My blasted runny, sneezy nose and the heat my cells are generating to disinfect their environment is stopping the collective being of those cells from doing commenting on a deadjournal and two fanarts.
11 June 2005
Plus One More Thing
Oh, and I finished Eddie's ep10-30 of Gundam Seed Destiny. Ep 19 is now the scariest and cutest episode. Ray/Rei/Rey luv!
Ah. I found AsuKira crack 3 days ago. I was just browsing Fafner fanart...right. Who am I kidding. I was reminiscing some Uke!Kira crack I found while browsing Fafner fanart a long while back, and found crack FLASH animation XD
■ WILD SEVEN > GALLERY > FLASH > ENTER > アスランザ☆ライブ (2005.02.17)
...
And I went through my harddrive yesterday, watched/deleted around 10 Prince of Tennis and all of my Gundam Seed Destiny. Now I have around 6 gigabytes free! YAY!
Ah. I found AsuKira crack 3 days ago. I was just browsing Fafner fanart...right. Who am I kidding. I was reminiscing some Uke!Kira crack I found while browsing Fafner fanart a long while back, and found crack FLASH animation XD
■ WILD SEVEN > GALLERY > FLASH > ENTER > アスランザ☆ライブ (2005.02.17)
...
And I went through my harddrive yesterday, watched/deleted around 10 Prince of Tennis and all of my Gundam Seed Destiny. Now I have around 6 gigabytes free! YAY!
On Some Lighter Note
Let's start with this excerpt from Bangage, a not superb SasuNaru fanfiction writtin by a British, though it serves no purpose other than giving me some giggles and has nothing to do with whatever I write in this post purposely:
“In this case it means shut up and get up.” Sasuke said with mild irritation.
“Ooh, why’re you being all like… snotty?” Naruto put on a cheerleader voice poking Sasuke in the ribs.
“No reason.” Sasuke shrugged, “Do that voice again.”
“Totally no way!” Naruto cried in falsetto tones, “Get out!”
Sasuke grinned with amusement. Naruto had yet to hear his actual laughter. He’d hear a sardonic snigger now and then, but nothing that might portray any glimpse of happiness. Now he had a mission to accomplish.
“You watch too much television.” Sasuke said accusingly.
“Oh my God, shut up! That’s like way uncool, Sascake!”
“Sascake?” He opened his mouth in mock shock.
“Uchibuns Sascake!” Naruto screeched.
“Oh, now that’s just too camp to be acceptable!” Sasuke said, his smile broadening.
“How about Itchywang Sasgay?”
Sorry. Had to get that out.
Last Tuesday I went to Al's suprise graduation party at Malibu, and I had fun. Umm...basically we ate after suprising (scaring?) Al, ate, ate more (Mrs. Choi was trying to over-feed us!!), car- "racing", arcade, bumper boats, mini-golf, bumper boats, arcade, then lastly "racing" again. Let's elaborate though, shall we?
Urgh, I give up trying to make this flowing and connect and stuff. This will be choppy and I don't want to care now.
Al was funny when she saw us (instead of the birthday party she thought she was giving a ride for her friend(?) to) and backed out of the eating area we were in. It was one-something, and the invitation (that I didn't get because I probally said it wrong when Mrs. Choi called on some schoolday at 7am) asked to meet at 12:00. Her courtesy didn't fail her though, as her first things that she said after regaining her speech and said "hi" a few times was, "thanks for comming, guys."
Her mother then tried to stuff us with food. 3 large pizzas for (Me, Garris, Arnold, Jon Lee, Al [didn't eat], Richel(?), Andy, Ann, Adriana, Melissa Yuen, (some girl), Asuka, Heather Frank, Molly...is that all?) PLUS lots of nachos later on.
Racing was split into two groups: the ones with driver licenses and ones without. Ones without: Ann, Richel(?), Me, Arnold, and Andy, who actually drove to Malibu with someone else's driver license...It was kinda fun. The "I am going to break down any second" sound from the carts when turning and the disel smoke wasn't fun though.
Arcade next to the race tracks: played air hockey with Adriana after seeing Arnold beat Al & Adriana, shot dinosaurs in Jurassic Park: the Lost World, and PWN'D the guys in Tekken 4 (Al too!). The best part was me winning with a panda with pink sillicon wristbands...Later won with a bear and Garris made some commments about me prone to animal abuse, which, as I later thought, is completely wrong because I'm fighting as an animal—i'm just pro human abuse.
Some of us went to the Bumper boats while others started mini-golfing. I took the button marked with "squirt" and an arrow as a bad omen and I was right. we got very wet. The guy in charge looked bored.
Mini-golfing was short and played with any way imagined, including me hitting a ball out of the fence.
About half left, and we decided to abandon mini-golfing for..something. Ended rounding up the others for another round of bumper boats. This time, even wetter because of more people. I got one with a low angle had a great time getting people close-ranged (that particular one allowed me to shoot water straight at someone's head rather than getting them 2 boats away). Andy went in the waterfall twice and was wet, but not nearly as much as Jon, who was completely soaked to this socks. I was again glad that I wore my (very noisy) but fast-drying pants, although I didn't know there would be water-stuff in Malibu. We were cold and had to obtain heat by convection from the cement afterwards though. That wasn't fun either. The water was salty and sticky, ew. Arnold was pretty soaked and when I commented on that, he said it was my fault =) (and indeed it is, partly.)
They mentioned something about leaving then, so I went back in the main arcade to trade back my tokens which I got without knowing the DDR machines are free (with the 10 bucks tues-thurs thing), and ended up getting distracted by the DDR Extreme machine (which I played a little earlier). I dried faster after playing though. It's the lights, I tell you. The others came in when I was playing after seeing that I won't be back so soon and caught me distracted by the DDR machine =P Then I played a few games with this really good guy who crossed my path earlier on. Actually it was her girlfriend. As I finally decided to play after eating (not a very good idea) and was stepping on, her girlfriend ran on and but me off =( I wasn't too terribly upset, though the others seemed to be quite irritated by it. But that was around 14:00 or something. That guy was good though.
More arcades afterward. Watched Al and Ann play House of the dead. pretty disgusting game, really.
Arnold & Garris left as the few remaining were going to the race carts again...and I should've asked for a ride from Garris, but didn't think of it until they left because I already asked Al. Me and my one tracked mind =
Carts again: around 7 arounds or so as the sun set. Hands became numb.
The people who attended were given a gift pack from Mrs. Choi, which most people didn't get, LoL. Hmm... got a ride home from Al and her sister (?) Liz, getting home around 21:00.
The next two days were plagued from sore arm muscles from driving that cart and a lump on my spine from bumping against the hard seat so much x___O;; I'm still a bit sore on my left forearm (the one doing the most turning) and the lump (probally a bruise under all the skin and fat) stil hurts if disturbed.
Yeah. Cold shoulder when I relayed my day to parents. =
GAAH...this took 61 minutes to type making now 01:32 x_X;;;;;;;
“In this case it means shut up and get up.” Sasuke said with mild irritation.
“Ooh, why’re you being all like… snotty?” Naruto put on a cheerleader voice poking Sasuke in the ribs.
“No reason.” Sasuke shrugged, “Do that voice again.”
“Totally no way!” Naruto cried in falsetto tones, “Get out!”
Sasuke grinned with amusement. Naruto had yet to hear his actual laughter. He’d hear a sardonic snigger now and then, but nothing that might portray any glimpse of happiness. Now he had a mission to accomplish.
“You watch too much television.” Sasuke said accusingly.
“Oh my God, shut up! That’s like way uncool, Sascake!”
“Sascake?” He opened his mouth in mock shock.
“Uchibuns Sascake!” Naruto screeched.
“Oh, now that’s just too camp to be acceptable!” Sasuke said, his smile broadening.
“How about Itchywang Sasgay?”
Sorry. Had to get that out.
Last Tuesday I went to Al's suprise graduation party at Malibu, and I had fun. Umm...basically we ate after suprising (scaring?) Al, ate, ate more (Mrs. Choi was trying to over-feed us!!), car- "racing", arcade, bumper boats, mini-golf, bumper boats, arcade, then lastly "racing" again. Let's elaborate though, shall we?
Urgh, I give up trying to make this flowing and connect and stuff. This will be choppy and I don't want to care now.
Al was funny when she saw us (instead of the birthday party she thought she was giving a ride for her friend(?) to) and backed out of the eating area we were in. It was one-something, and the invitation (that I didn't get because I probally said it wrong when Mrs. Choi called on some schoolday at 7am) asked to meet at 12:00. Her courtesy didn't fail her though, as her first things that she said after regaining her speech and said "hi" a few times was, "thanks for comming, guys."
Her mother then tried to stuff us with food. 3 large pizzas for (Me, Garris, Arnold, Jon Lee, Al [didn't eat], Richel(?), Andy, Ann, Adriana, Melissa Yuen, (some girl), Asuka, Heather Frank, Molly...is that all?) PLUS lots of nachos later on.
Racing was split into two groups: the ones with driver licenses and ones without. Ones without: Ann, Richel(?), Me, Arnold, and Andy, who actually drove to Malibu with someone else's driver license...It was kinda fun. The "I am going to break down any second" sound from the carts when turning and the disel smoke wasn't fun though.
Arcade next to the race tracks: played air hockey with Adriana after seeing Arnold beat Al & Adriana, shot dinosaurs in Jurassic Park: the Lost World, and PWN'D the guys in Tekken 4 (Al too!). The best part was me winning with a panda with pink sillicon wristbands...Later won with a bear and Garris made some commments about me prone to animal abuse, which, as I later thought, is completely wrong because I'm fighting as an animal—i'm just pro human abuse.
Some of us went to the Bumper boats while others started mini-golfing. I took the button marked with "squirt" and an arrow as a bad omen and I was right. we got very wet. The guy in charge looked bored.
Mini-golfing was short and played with any way imagined, including me hitting a ball out of the fence.
About half left, and we decided to abandon mini-golfing for..something. Ended rounding up the others for another round of bumper boats. This time, even wetter because of more people. I got one with a low angle had a great time getting people close-ranged (that particular one allowed me to shoot water straight at someone's head rather than getting them 2 boats away). Andy went in the waterfall twice and was wet, but not nearly as much as Jon, who was completely soaked to this socks. I was again glad that I wore my (very noisy) but fast-drying pants, although I didn't know there would be water-stuff in Malibu. We were cold and had to obtain heat by convection from the cement afterwards though. That wasn't fun either. The water was salty and sticky, ew. Arnold was pretty soaked and when I commented on that, he said it was my fault =) (and indeed it is, partly.)
They mentioned something about leaving then, so I went back in the main arcade to trade back my tokens which I got without knowing the DDR machines are free (with the 10 bucks tues-thurs thing), and ended up getting distracted by the DDR Extreme machine (which I played a little earlier). I dried faster after playing though. It's the lights, I tell you. The others came in when I was playing after seeing that I won't be back so soon and caught me distracted by the DDR machine =P Then I played a few games with this really good guy who crossed my path earlier on. Actually it was her girlfriend. As I finally decided to play after eating (not a very good idea) and was stepping on, her girlfriend ran on and but me off =( I wasn't too terribly upset, though the others seemed to be quite irritated by it. But that was around 14:00 or something. That guy was good though.
More arcades afterward. Watched Al and Ann play House of the dead. pretty disgusting game, really.
Arnold & Garris left as the few remaining were going to the race carts again...and I should've asked for a ride from Garris, but didn't think of it until they left because I already asked Al. Me and my one tracked mind =
Carts again: around 7 arounds or so as the sun set. Hands became numb.
The people who attended were given a gift pack from Mrs. Choi, which most people didn't get, LoL. Hmm... got a ride home from Al and her sister (?) Liz, getting home around 21:00.
The next two days were plagued from sore arm muscles from driving that cart and a lump on my spine from bumping against the hard seat so much x___O;; I'm still a bit sore on my left forearm (the one doing the most turning) and the lump (probally a bruise under all the skin and fat) stil hurts if disturbed.
Yeah. Cold shoulder when I relayed my day to parents. =
GAAH...this took 61 minutes to type making now 01:32 x_X;;;;;;;
10 June 2005
Con't From The Post Before Last
This will not be anywhere as angry as...nevermind. This will be a ranting and raving post.
Mother came in just after I typed "as" and questioned me about my accomplishments in serious work so far, meaning if I have done math (which slipped out half way) and studied for SATs. I told her I won't want to do anything until two weeks into the break, and she took it as me not planning to do anything. I am near my cursing point. She noted my trip to China (I retaliate by the mere 10 day's I'll be gone) and it has been two weeks (Of summer, I was guessing? I challenged her by looking up the days I've been out of school and irritably told her I only took the SAT IIs last week. She left, leaving the door open; I closed it to stop the draft from my window, and soon afterwards she opens it (quite violently) and said, "if you hate studying so much then don't go to school next year," and bangs the door shut as I shouted, "It's not as if I don't plan to study." Oh, she said that she left me to myself for a long time already too, which I knew she was going to say at some point.
That is B's tension with M. B thinks she had already has mentioned this, but whenever B tells M & F about her fun times, B would either get a cold shoulder or a perfect example of a killjoy (SAT vocab word!) by telling B to study more.
F still has a bad attitude towards G. He always act annoyed and irritated at G's request for something, most recently this evening when G didn't want so much spaghetti and F helped switch plates, only to place it on the table quite harshly. G avoids F by either hanging out with her friends or hiding in our room (as much as B!!). Perhaps unrelated, but at 22:00 G wanted to see a show, B turned it on, and after a few minutes G told B to turn it off and muttered about how she couldn't hear (she is hearing impaired) and B turned it off but didn't turn it up. Did B do wrong? The room would've been very loud (with B playing Sims 2) and hearing-damaging to B. G is the kind who would want others to take hints, and the more B thinks about this, the more she thinks it a hint to turn it up (despite it being pretty loud to B already). Also, B thinks G is sick, but G doesn't admit it, and this morning B woke with a sore throat. B should've drank some medicine-type drink today, but didn't. B wonders if it's the virus or something else that caused the sore throat.
B & F's relations are better now, now that B does not have school and talks to F about F's primary obsession nowadays: Armageddon and prophecies. Though F did scold B about always trying to do things quickly, make mistakes, have to do it over, and end up needing to do it again. B was trying to type on the keypad quickly for some password setting. Ah, and F bought a DVD burner today from newegg.com. USD$57.9 with tax and shipping. B finally will get to unleash her pyromaniacal tendencies and burn stuff off her computer.
Lighter incidents after the break (must shower).
The above line is just for L, LoL.
Mother came in just after I typed "as" and questioned me about my accomplishments in serious work so far, meaning if I have done math (which slipped out half way) and studied for SATs. I told her I won't want to do anything until two weeks into the break, and she took it as me not planning to do anything. I am near my cursing point. She noted my trip to China (I retaliate by the mere 10 day's I'll be gone) and it has been two weeks (Of summer, I was guessing? I challenged her by looking up the days I've been out of school and irritably told her I only took the SAT IIs last week. She left, leaving the door open; I closed it to stop the draft from my window, and soon afterwards she opens it (quite violently) and said, "if you hate studying so much then don't go to school next year," and bangs the door shut as I shouted, "It's not as if I don't plan to study." Oh, she said that she left me to myself for a long time already too, which I knew she was going to say at some point.
That is B's tension with M. B thinks she had already has mentioned this, but whenever B tells M & F about her fun times, B would either get a cold shoulder or a perfect example of a killjoy (SAT vocab word!) by telling B to study more.
F still has a bad attitude towards G. He always act annoyed and irritated at G's request for something, most recently this evening when G didn't want so much spaghetti and F helped switch plates, only to place it on the table quite harshly. G avoids F by either hanging out with her friends or hiding in our room (as much as B!!). Perhaps unrelated, but at 22:00 G wanted to see a show, B turned it on, and after a few minutes G told B to turn it off and muttered about how she couldn't hear (she is hearing impaired) and B turned it off but didn't turn it up. Did B do wrong? The room would've been very loud (with B playing Sims 2) and hearing-damaging to B. G is the kind who would want others to take hints, and the more B thinks about this, the more she thinks it a hint to turn it up (despite it being pretty loud to B already). Also, B thinks G is sick, but G doesn't admit it, and this morning B woke with a sore throat. B should've drank some medicine-type drink today, but didn't. B wonders if it's the virus or something else that caused the sore throat.
B & F's relations are better now, now that B does not have school and talks to F about F's primary obsession nowadays: Armageddon and prophecies. Though F did scold B about always trying to do things quickly, make mistakes, have to do it over, and end up needing to do it again. B was trying to type on the keypad quickly for some password setting. Ah, and F bought a DVD burner today from newegg.com. USD$57.9 with tax and shipping. B finally will get to unleash her pyromaniacal tendencies and burn stuff off her computer.
Lighter incidents after the break (must shower).
The above line is just for L, LoL.
BlogThis: Shotacon or not?
Interesting discussion on whether Loveless by Kouga Yun is shota...with definations and such. Hmm... and I lied about continuing my last post...
WARNING: BL, adult-child relationship.
■ Loveless (Raburesu), Shotacon or not?
WARNING: BL, adult-child relationship.
■ Loveless (Raburesu), Shotacon or not?
08 June 2005
Summer.
It has been perhaps a little too long since I blogged—properly blogged with sembalence of real content. Only since May 27, but still too long, considering the arrival of free time and the amount of "things" I want to leave behind in words.
Since 27 May, I've been meaning to say this to people who responded: thank you thank you thank you thank you. B is touched and moved and wants to give E and L and A and J hugs (even if the comments went strange and strayed from the original post, as chains of comments usually go).
The conclusion of that episode of my life is that I...I can't find the words now. I'll continue this tomorrow.
Since 27 May, I've been meaning to say this to people who responded: thank you thank you thank you thank you. B is touched and moved and wants to give E and L and A and J hugs (even if the comments went strange and strayed from the original post, as chains of comments usually go).
The conclusion of that episode of my life is that I...I can't find the words now. I'll continue this tomorrow.
04 June 2005
31 May 2005
Happy Belated Birthday, Kakeru!
Out of all the excitement stress, I had completely forgotten about the 2nd Anniversary of Kakeru's opening~ Haha, I had a dumb first post.
Anyways. I will get working another layout or fix the defective menu this summer. Absolutely.
(And what horrible grammar my Blog name is has...)
Anyways. I will get working another layout or fix the defective menu this summer. Absolutely.
(And what horrible grammar my Blog name is has...)
FEAR THE NINJA!!!!111!!!1one11eleven!!
(More angst and gushing later. So sit tight. But for now...)
I just saw the Cartoon Network NARUTO preview (from narutofan.com...ask if you really want to see the preview). Apparently, NaRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUto is supposed to be feared by his classmates while wanting to be the HEAD NINJA. FOR CENTURIES there were peace, and a legend says that an evil spirit is trapped within a young boy...AND SCHOOL IS TOUGH. Oh, no, they hadn't graduated...and "everyone's a bully..."
WTF?
Now I finally truely understand why we screamed 'screw cartoon network' when we were taking the NARUTO group photo in FanimeCon...haha.
I thought they couldn't screw up Naruto's name too badly since Naruto is sometimes pronounced with a long u, but the announcer outdid my imagination.
FEAR naRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUto!
I just saw the Cartoon Network NARUTO preview (from narutofan.com...ask if you really want to see the preview). Apparently, NaRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUto is supposed to be feared by his classmates while wanting to be the HEAD NINJA. FOR CENTURIES there were peace, and a legend says that an evil spirit is trapped within a young boy...AND SCHOOL IS TOUGH. Oh, no, they hadn't graduated...and "everyone's a bully..."
WTF?
Now I finally truely understand why we screamed 'screw cartoon network' when we were taking the NARUTO group photo in FanimeCon...haha.
I thought they couldn't screw up Naruto's name too badly since Naruto is sometimes pronounced with a long u, but the announcer outdid my imagination.
FEAR naRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUto!
27 May 2005
StressxExhaustionxAnnoyance
The topic seems like some HunterxHunter episode name.
I: the way my mother talks to me then completely turns into a different person when talking to my cat disgusts me.
I: (i know it's because I demand attention, but i don't care. at least i want to have the utmost care and attention from one person.)
I: i should be talking on the blog instead
Amy: LoL if you want :)
Amy: i'm still here. waiting for brother to finish what he's doing :)
I: heh.
Amy: but yeah, i think i kinda know where you're coming from... parents are strange creatures TT;
Amy: ... i want my keys back. :[
I: i don't know...both have been weird lately...unfriendly atmosphere, as if.
I: aw
I: (pat pat)
Amy: i could very sneakily probably take them back now but eh i guess i won't.
Amy: LoL thanks
Amy: hm? both your parents to you?
I: everyone to everyone.
Amy: or each other? or EVERYONE? LoL
Amy: ahh
I: ex me to grandma and vice versa
Amy: all that time of the month?
Amy: *nod*
I: LoL. include grandma AND father?!
I: LOL
Amy: hehehehe
Amy: ^^
I: and i'm too friggin tense and worried and tired to confront them to it.
I: I need to yell at them though.
Amy: :(
Yeah. Fuck. I don't know what happened to our goddamn relationships between family members. First there's this thing with Father and Grandmother. F (Father) dislikes G (Grandmother) because she isn't acting in her most active, aware self, G is not happy here because of the attitude F gives her (however F says that G's giving attitude to F, this is what I saw and infer with my own eyes) and because our food is not salty enough (G thinks F is doing this on purpose). F has been on a bad mood for quite some time and hasn't quite recovered to his usual self. It fluctuates from bad to worse. F is impatient towards G, I (B) yells at F, F says it's because he doesn't care anymore. I don't like his 'not caring' if it also means bad attitude. Mother (M) and F argued over something this morning, but when B asked F (in an objective vioce, no less), F told B to ask M. Why won't F just give B a fucking straight answer?! He has been doing that quite a lot lately. Maybe it's the prostate thing Ms.Ward talked about. But I think F is still too young for that. Close, but still not quite, I would like to believe.
F & B's relationships have been tense since she got a 1970 in SAT I. No, it went further than that, but I don't feel like digging up old stuff again. BTW, B got 2040 the second time. Dropped 30 in writing (but same essay score), raised 60 and 40 on Critical Reading and Math respectively. B has been on edge and stressed (though talking to her or seeing her would not tell you that she is) and frigging tired since forever, and especially so during this last week or so. AP projects, apparently. Her hand has been shaking more these days too, plainly visible now. It frightens her. So B has been on edge, and had barely been able to control herself from swearing in flying colors to M & F. There were times when B wants to scream at G for bothering her at the worst possible moments too, but not nearly as often as the other case. B, in her little self-centered world, is thinking that her parents are caring less...but caring more. Less on her friggin useless feelings and stress and emotional fluctuations (it's always B's fault anyways) and more on her SAT failures. Just this one year, spend time to do more math is what M hangs on her mouth whenever B begins to talk about her more colorful times, usually not school related, AND GODDAMN IT, DOES SHE WANT B TO SAY HOW BLOODY STRESSFUL IS IT TO DEAL WITH SCHOOL AND CLUBS AND RESPONSIBILITIES AND HOBBIES AT THE SAME FRIGGIN TIME AND STILL EXCELL IN EVERYTHING?! B is not a genius, nor is she obsessed with academics, nor is she hard working. And she wants to beg F & M to stop thinking their daughter is able to do all that and still get all As and not to nag her, but it will break her heart to say that. Really, B doesn't want F & M to worry. She hates to worry people.
It's getting late, and B still has things to do. B wants to rant more and vent her anger and frustration and stress and everything that she has been bottling up and smiling, grinning, joking, laughing through out. OUT.
B wants to cry and scream.
I: the way my mother talks to me then completely turns into a different person when talking to my cat disgusts me.
I: (i know it's because I demand attention, but i don't care. at least i want to have the utmost care and attention from one person.)
I: i should be talking on the blog instead
Amy: LoL if you want :)
Amy: i'm still here. waiting for brother to finish what he's doing :)
I: heh.
Amy: but yeah, i think i kinda know where you're coming from... parents are strange creatures TT;
Amy: ... i want my keys back. :[
I: i don't know...both have been weird lately...unfriendly atmosphere, as if.
I: aw
I: (pat pat)
Amy: i could very sneakily probably take them back now but eh i guess i won't.
Amy: LoL thanks
Amy: hm? both your parents to you?
I: everyone to everyone.
Amy: or each other? or EVERYONE? LoL
Amy: ahh
I: ex me to grandma and vice versa
Amy: all that time of the month?
Amy: *nod*
I: LoL. include grandma AND father?!
I: LOL
Amy: hehehehe
Amy: ^^
I: and i'm too friggin tense and worried and tired to confront them to it.
I: I need to yell at them though.
Amy: :(
Yeah. Fuck. I don't know what happened to our goddamn relationships between family members. First there's this thing with Father and Grandmother. F (Father) dislikes G (Grandmother) because she isn't acting in her most active, aware self, G is not happy here because of the attitude F gives her (however F says that G's giving attitude to F, this is what I saw and infer with my own eyes) and because our food is not salty enough (G thinks F is doing this on purpose). F has been on a bad mood for quite some time and hasn't quite recovered to his usual self. It fluctuates from bad to worse. F is impatient towards G, I (B) yells at F, F says it's because he doesn't care anymore. I don't like his 'not caring' if it also means bad attitude. Mother (M) and F argued over something this morning, but when B asked F (in an objective vioce, no less), F told B to ask M. Why won't F just give B a fucking straight answer?! He has been doing that quite a lot lately. Maybe it's the prostate thing Ms.Ward talked about. But I think F is still too young for that. Close, but still not quite, I would like to believe.
F & B's relationships have been tense since she got a 1970 in SAT I. No, it went further than that, but I don't feel like digging up old stuff again. BTW, B got 2040 the second time. Dropped 30 in writing (but same essay score), raised 60 and 40 on Critical Reading and Math respectively. B has been on edge and stressed (though talking to her or seeing her would not tell you that she is) and frigging tired since forever, and especially so during this last week or so. AP projects, apparently. Her hand has been shaking more these days too, plainly visible now. It frightens her. So B has been on edge, and had barely been able to control herself from swearing in flying colors to M & F. There were times when B wants to scream at G for bothering her at the worst possible moments too, but not nearly as often as the other case. B, in her little self-centered world, is thinking that her parents are caring less...but caring more. Less on her friggin useless feelings and stress and emotional fluctuations (it's always B's fault anyways) and more on her SAT failures. Just this one year, spend time to do more math is what M hangs on her mouth whenever B begins to talk about her more colorful times, usually not school related, AND GODDAMN IT, DOES SHE WANT B TO SAY HOW BLOODY STRESSFUL IS IT TO DEAL WITH SCHOOL AND CLUBS AND RESPONSIBILITIES AND HOBBIES AT THE SAME FRIGGIN TIME AND STILL EXCELL IN EVERYTHING?! B is not a genius, nor is she obsessed with academics, nor is she hard working. And she wants to beg F & M to stop thinking their daughter is able to do all that and still get all As and not to nag her, but it will break her heart to say that. Really, B doesn't want F & M to worry. She hates to worry people.
It's getting late, and B still has things to do. B wants to rant more and vent her anger and frustration and stress and everything that she has been bottling up and smiling, grinning, joking, laughing through out. OUT.
B wants to cry and scream.
22 May 2005
Insulted by Bias
"Will girls imitate the new, kickass heroines in the Japanese anime Cardcaptors?"
Wow. I feel personally insulted. As much as I loath the dubs, CCS is definately not one of the 'violent media' that can be paralleled with Doom. A bit forced, I'd say. Wow. Sometimes I wonder if the articles are written not based on the author's belief, but by the need of having some opposition articles on there.
■ Opposing Viewpoints Resource Center -- Viewpoint Display: "Will girls imitate the new, kickass heroines in the Japanese anime Cardcaptors?"
Wow. I feel personally insulted. As much as I loath the dubs, CCS is definately not one of the 'violent media' that can be paralleled with Doom. A bit forced, I'd say. Wow. Sometimes I wonder if the articles are written not based on the author's belief, but by the need of having some opposition articles on there.
■ Opposing Viewpoints Resource Center -- Viewpoint Display: "Will girls imitate the new, kickass heroines in the Japanese anime Cardcaptors?"
21 May 2005
18 May 2005
Awards Ceremony
Um. yeah. spent 2.5 hours after school sitting in a hot, stuffy room with stage lights shining on us the whole time. There are amazing people getting prizes/awards/scholarships...
[yesterday afterschool]
skipped robotics,
went home,
started essay/organize reserach,
kept getting distracted,
worked on essay until 6am,
slept 2 hours,
didn't wake 1 hr early to finish,
school (on braindead mode),
went home,
added stuff to essay (2 full pages short),
does biblio (lost info/source for a major source from ref book),
scream yell because panicking and Father's useful advice made me panick more,
mental grief and tears,
out to McGlashan house,
didn't have topic selection form,
went back,
almost gave up before Father made me find it again,
branded an useless idiot,
speeded to get to McGlashan's,
found the pile of essays at doorstep though the clock said 5:35,
"see why you don't give up?"
to Hillsdale and beyond,
in a small, shameful vioce, "where are we going?"
"food"
"it's okay. because I need to change
I don't know what to wear,"
pulled up Marina,
bought food,
went home while Father pulls out to pick up Mother,
changes out of casualwear (which I have been warned to stay away from),
Mother comes back,
frantically eat,
brought a bowlful to eat in car,
arrive at school,
not liking having to tuck in a shirt that is not designed to be tucked in,
sits with Tiffany,
(some were not warned against casual attire?)
name,
clap,
name,
clap,
whispers a prediction of winner,
name,
clap,
my name was spoken and I get up to the front,
Doyle hands me a black gift with red ribbons and says, "so you're now gonna join my AP Physics class?"
I laugh,
amused at the "attempt to round me into AP Phys (which Father was against),
more names and wows and claps,
ends,
"congrats"
"you too"
repeated a few times,
food, fruits,
home,
unwraps the black to find a Made in China clock from "Made In Taiwan" Club with my name engraved,
ate Marina food,
sits in front of computer,
utterly tired and wants sleep,
types this,
complains from Grandmother about how I should take a shower,
go to sleep
(because she knows the excess of sleep I got last night)
and
how I used to be such a good child,
i didn't respond,
wanting to finish this,
so I can shower,
not do homework
(too tired to remember any homework anyway)
(too tired to do any homework anyway)
sleep.
An attempt to keep things simple because typing full sentences are beyond my range after writing [8 - 2] pages within twenty-four hours?
[yesterday afterschool]
skipped robotics,
went home,
started essay/organize reserach,
kept getting distracted,
worked on essay until 6am,
slept 2 hours,
didn't wake 1 hr early to finish,
school (on braindead mode),
went home,
added stuff to essay (2 full pages short),
does biblio (lost info/source for a major source from ref book),
scream yell because panicking and Father's useful advice made me panick more,
mental grief and tears,
out to McGlashan house,
didn't have topic selection form,
went back,
almost gave up before Father made me find it again,
branded an useless idiot,
speeded to get to McGlashan's,
found the pile of essays at doorstep though the clock said 5:35,
"see why you don't give up?"
to Hillsdale and beyond,
in a small, shameful vioce, "where are we going?"
"food"
"it's okay. because I need to change
I don't know what to wear,"
pulled up Marina,
bought food,
went home while Father pulls out to pick up Mother,
changes out of casualwear (which I have been warned to stay away from),
Mother comes back,
frantically eat,
brought a bowlful to eat in car,
arrive at school,
not liking having to tuck in a shirt that is not designed to be tucked in,
sits with Tiffany,
(some were not warned against casual attire?)
name,
clap,
name,
clap,
whispers a prediction of winner,
name,
clap,
my name was spoken and I get up to the front,
Doyle hands me a black gift with red ribbons and says, "so you're now gonna join my AP Physics class?"
I laugh,
amused at the "attempt to round me into AP Phys (which Father was against),
more names and wows and claps,
ends,
"congrats"
"you too"
repeated a few times,
food, fruits,
home,
unwraps the black to find a Made in China clock from "Made In Taiwan" Club with my name engraved,
ate Marina food,
sits in front of computer,
utterly tired and wants sleep,
types this,
complains from Grandmother about how I should take a shower,
go to sleep
(because she knows the excess of sleep I got last night)
and
how I used to be such a good child,
i didn't respond,
wanting to finish this,
so I can shower,
not do homework
(too tired to remember any homework anyway)
(too tired to do any homework anyway)
sleep.
An attempt to keep things simple because typing full sentences are beyond my range after writing [8 - 2] pages within twenty-four hours?
16 May 2005
Fwd: Even God Likes A Good Laugh
A little something I got from Mother. Horrible generalizations, but the last bit is kinda funny:
Even God likes a good laugh
There were 3 good arguments that Jesus could have been Black:
1 He called everyone "brother"
2. He liked Gospel
3. He couldn't get a fair trial.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Fathers business.
2. He lived at home until he was 33.
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his mother was sure he was God.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been Italian:
1. He talked with his hands.
2. He had wine with every meal.
3. He used olive oil.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been a Californian:
1. He never cut his hair.
2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
3. He started a new religion.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.
But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus could have been a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
3. And even when he was dead, He had to get up because there was more work to do.
Even God likes a good laugh
There were 3 good arguments that Jesus could have been Black:
1 He called everyone "brother"
2. He liked Gospel
3. He couldn't get a fair trial.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Fathers business.
2. He lived at home until he was 33.
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his mother was sure he was God.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been Italian:
1. He talked with his hands.
2. He had wine with every meal.
3. He used olive oil.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been a Californian:
1. He never cut his hair.
2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
3. He started a new religion.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.
But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus could have been a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
3. And even when he was dead, He had to get up because there was more work to do.
14 May 2005
AragonRobotics Sponsor Appreciation Party.
Oh what will we do next year when Al will be gone?! I'm way too inconsiderate to do plan something as such. I barely got the sponsor gifts planned and almost wasted $8 on color copies in Kinkos (Which is scarring me to the point of never wanting to do color copies again)!! The party went smoothly though, despite the absences of key(!!) speakers...
...And I was complimented on the iARTing of members. Eh, of course I was all humble-like and gave much credit to people who helped, but I was actually squealing and giggling in joy inside, haha. YAY! People appreciate my hard work!!
I hope I will be able to manage such planning next year o___O;;;;;;;
...And I was complimented on the iARTing of members. Eh, of course I was all humble-like and gave much credit to people who helped, but I was actually squealing and giggling in joy inside, haha. YAY! People appreciate my hard work!!
I hope I will be able to manage such planning next year o___O;;;;;;;
A Tablet And A Mountain of Projects
Father bought me a tablet from HK. The drawing area is 5"x3.75", and has good specs. Father said it's a newer kind and not as expensive as the brand names like WACOM. I love it. Last night (this morning?) I used it to draw another deviant ID. Some people say tablets are hard to control, but I don't find it true—perhaps the iART training helped.
(I'm tired from reading reference books in the Library earlier.)
Projects:
Bio- Children's book. Due: 5-16, 5-18, 5-20, 5-24, 5-26
History- 8-pg report/essay. Due: 5-18
English- Debate. On: 23
(I'm tired from reading reference books in the Library earlier.)
Projects:
Bio- Children's book. Due: 5-16, 5-18, 5-20, 5-24, 5-26
History- 8-pg report/essay. Due: 5-18
English- Debate. On: 23
09 May 2005
Temporary Fleeing The AP Cage To Watch Kitchen Utilities Demonstration.
So this is it. Done with AP testing for the year. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I'll still have annoying English stuffs, but other than that, the rest of the year seem to look fairly easy. Let's have a recap:
Monday, May 2: English Language and Composition
To say English is not my best subject is an understatement. It's my worst. Um, simply speaking, I think I only got a 2. (That is assuming that my English is not so horrible that I only get a 1...which may be possible...) The essays were horrible, really. Average 4 for each essay, probably.
Tuesday, May 3: Calculus
I went in the room with a little of something people call confidence. I didn't think the multiple choice sections were that difficult, but then again, I tend to get many wrong anyways. I guess getting a 5 on the Practice AP stopped me from freaking out. (Though the one after school on Thursday of the week before was O__O;;) There were a few strange ones on the free-response that I don't think I got right, but overall, it was ok. I hope for a 5, but really won't be so shocked if I get a 4. Hey, at least I can spin graphs along an axis and stuff well.
Friday, May 6: U.S. History
Oh. Woe. I didn't study for this one. I was trying to get my 2-week overdue English Essay done (which turned out to be utter crap anyways). I would be quite happy and content with a 3. I was dangerously close to falling asleep towards the end of the multiple choice, but Lily's slice of plain wheat bread saved me from the same fate in the essay portion for getting only four hours of sleep. The good thing is, I knew some stuff on the essays. The stupid choices I made on essays can be blamed on the lack of sleep. It's not as utterly and hopelessly trashy as the English one though. I actually have some hope for this one.
Saturday, May 7: SAT Reasoning Test (formerly SAT I)
It was easier than the last one in April. Maybe the preceeding AP tests only made this one seem easier by compareson. Still, I think I did better than the last SAT. The proctor was a pain (arriving late, taking step-by-step instructions veeeeery sloooowly) and made us finish the test at almost 2. The essay seems so similar to the last one...at least, I talked about inventions and innovations on both...or was that the English AP test? I don't know anymore...I saw 'mayo (Yumeo) when I got there, and me 'n Barnie (Arnold) were a few people from being in the same room. The TV in the room was on, and the blackened blank screen said "SAT". Whether it meant "Saturday" or some other on function, I don't know. But I really didn't think that was funny and kept hearing high-pitched noises from it, disturbing me. (The high-frequency, not quite hearable noise that TVs make, you know?)
Monday, May 9: Biology
It's D-Day! Um. It was okay. Harder than the Practice exam but managable. It could've been easier...there were so many plant stuff. I liked the animal classification stuff better. Hoping for a 5 because I had a solid five in the Prac. I was actually nervous about this one last night. (Thus sprouted a heartfelt conversation with my mother, on Mother's Day, no less, that is something on my "to be blogged" list) we got out twenty minutes before the lunch bell rang and Ms. Ward treated us with self-serve sandwiches~ (thus I didn't eat my lunch until now) Ah, and I conversed with Meiko before the test because we arrived that the same time.
5 four-hour tests in eight days. Mother said it's like the final exams in Hong Kong. Ahh, so tired. I'm going to miss those two do-nothing days (because even if Japanese still goes on as normal, it's not really a class)...
I must post this (これをポストをしてはいけませんかない...EW I sounded like HUNTER-sensei...):
■ 第60屆日本超級變變變：#２５
This is so silly. The order of tools are as followed: Daikon slicer, Chopping Knife, mincer, egg slicer, Undon roller, juice squeezer?, sunny-side-up egg, sweetened egg, steam cage?, and those things that make things into powder...
...Haha.
And oh, a related FedEx Commercial:
■ Relax, it's FedEx
Monday, May 2: English Language and Composition
To say English is not my best subject is an understatement. It's my worst. Um, simply speaking, I think I only got a 2. (That is assuming that my English is not so horrible that I only get a 1...which may be possible...) The essays were horrible, really. Average 4 for each essay, probably.
Tuesday, May 3: Calculus
I went in the room with a little of something people call confidence. I didn't think the multiple choice sections were that difficult, but then again, I tend to get many wrong anyways. I guess getting a 5 on the Practice AP stopped me from freaking out. (Though the one after school on Thursday of the week before was O__O;;) There were a few strange ones on the free-response that I don't think I got right, but overall, it was ok. I hope for a 5, but really won't be so shocked if I get a 4. Hey, at least I can spin graphs along an axis and stuff well.
Friday, May 6: U.S. History
Oh. Woe. I didn't study for this one. I was trying to get my 2-week overdue English Essay done (which turned out to be utter crap anyways). I would be quite happy and content with a 3. I was dangerously close to falling asleep towards the end of the multiple choice, but Lily's slice of plain wheat bread saved me from the same fate in the essay portion for getting only four hours of sleep. The good thing is, I knew some stuff on the essays. The stupid choices I made on essays can be blamed on the lack of sleep. It's not as utterly and hopelessly trashy as the English one though. I actually have some hope for this one.
Saturday, May 7: SAT Reasoning Test (formerly SAT I)
It was easier than the last one in April. Maybe the preceeding AP tests only made this one seem easier by compareson. Still, I think I did better than the last SAT. The proctor was a pain (arriving late, taking step-by-step instructions veeeeery sloooowly) and made us finish the test at almost 2. The essay seems so similar to the last one...at least, I talked about inventions and innovations on both...or was that the English AP test? I don't know anymore...I saw 'mayo (Yumeo) when I got there, and me 'n Barnie (Arnold) were a few people from being in the same room. The TV in the room was on, and the blackened blank screen said "SAT". Whether it meant "Saturday" or some other on function, I don't know. But I really didn't think that was funny and kept hearing high-pitched noises from it, disturbing me. (The high-frequency, not quite hearable noise that TVs make, you know?)
Monday, May 9: Biology
It's D-Day! Um. It was okay. Harder than the Practice exam but managable. It could've been easier...there were so many plant stuff. I liked the animal classification stuff better. Hoping for a 5 because I had a solid five in the Prac. I was actually nervous about this one last night. (Thus sprouted a heartfelt conversation with my mother, on Mother's Day, no less, that is something on my "to be blogged" list) we got out twenty minutes before the lunch bell rang and Ms. Ward treated us with self-serve sandwiches~ (thus I didn't eat my lunch until now) Ah, and I conversed with Meiko before the test because we arrived that the same time.
5 four-hour tests in eight days. Mother said it's like the final exams in Hong Kong. Ahh, so tired. I'm going to miss those two do-nothing days (because even if Japanese still goes on as normal, it's not really a class)...
I must post this (これをポストをしてはい
■ 第60屆日本超級變變變：#２５
This is so silly. The order of tools are as followed: Daikon slicer, Chopping Knife, mincer, egg slicer, Undon roller, juice squeezer?, sunny-side-up egg, sweetened egg, steam cage?, and those things that make things into powder...
...Haha.
And oh, a related FedEx Commercial:
■ Relax, it's FedEx
07 May 2005
Smith College plus Sexual Preference
Regarding Amy's post yesterday:
Most of us are bisexual to some degree, whether it's appreciating/looking up to the same sex or whatnot, it's still bisexuality, isn't it? So perhaps Being with the same gender for such a long period of time just allow them to discover and express the love and appreciation that is usually dominated by the bisexual social pressure. That, and perhaps there's just an intimacy in that...
But what do I know anyways?
Most of us are bisexual to some degree, whether it's appreciating/looking up to the same sex or whatnot, it's still bisexuality, isn't it? So perhaps Being with the same gender for such a long period of time just allow them to discover and express the love and appreciation that is usually dominated by the bisexual social pressure. That, and perhaps there's just an intimacy in that...
But what do I know anyways?
BlogWorthy?
"I think I have a super-saiyan mode." - Larry, 20050429, Xanga.
I should also find the time to quote some Fafners X3
And I must summarize AP Exams...after the Bio one -_-;;
I should also find the time to quote some Fafners X3
And I must summarize AP Exams...after the Bio one -_-;;
03 May 2005
30 April 2005
NARUTO Movie - Daikatsugeki!! Yuki-Hime Ninpoujou Dattebayo!
Umm...saw the raw (since DB has already subbed it) today. (Damn, I'm really wasting away)
Took 65 screenshots.
Lots of Sasuke's expressions and actions are open to interpretation. But I'm convinced that he purposely stuck the baton in Naruto's butt. There's no excuse for it.
Konoha no Sato no Daiundoukai
The short film, Konoha no Sato no Daiundoukai, is another potty joke thing like the 2nd OVA (Waterfall Village). Despite the silliness, I did enjoy finding dead characters popping up in random places, as well as the abundance of hinted pairings...As for the Sasuke sticking a baton into Naruto's Butt incident, while I can see Sasuke doing that for sadistic purposes, it's the reaction from the girls that really led me to think otherwise. Especially Hinata's blush—I guess those 12-13 year olds aren't so innocent as I'd like to think XD
The line to the bathroom in the Men's side is really amusing; ironcially, there are no lines to the women's side. The line itself was interesting too. Look carefully and you'll find Waraji, Inari, Haku, Tazuna, some sound nins, Gaara, Hayate, Jiroubou, Sakon, that spider guy (gedoumaru), Kabuto, Ebisu, Itachi, Kisame, 2 anbus, Hiashi, Shibi, Chousa, Shikaku, Inoichi, Sandaime, and Homura XD Later you also see Yondaime (AKA Yondy)!! Zabuza can also be spotted as Naruto is being carried off by Shino's bugs. Which was kinda funny. When Shino came out of the stall and Naruto was going to go in, Shino slams his hand on the side of the stall, blocking Naruto's way, and said, "it's my fault" then carried Naruto out with bugs XD Again when Shino is carrying Naruto off to the stadium, you can see Sandaime with Yondy talking to girls, LoL.
Yuki-Hime Ninpoujou
The movie itself is kinda interesting...typically Naruto, with the whole angsty client and Naruto's 'I've had worse so shut up' speech, but had me guessing on some plot. I do find the different, more modern setting refreshing.
I'm convincing myself that the only reason Sasuke is in Sakura's lap is because he got thrown against a boulder very, very hard. LoL. Pleased to know that Sasuke came to stall time for Naruto, who could hear Sasuke's mental scream in his head and woke up from his call XD As expected, Sasuke performed the most impressive nin/tai-jutsu; Sakura deemed herself useful with calculations and the ability to take out the female snow nin; Naruto, on the other hand, was the most useless and boring. His signature moves, period. I was surprised that he could easily call on Kyuubi power in the beginning, but didn't again though the situation called for more Chakra.
And Koyuki is going to be in Icha Icha Paradise the Movie! Gotta love Kakashi's O__O expression. What do you think of the kid you rescued from Snow ten years ago being in your favorite series on the big screen, kakashi? XD
The epilogue was nice... ^^
Naruto: gaaah! I forgot to get her autograph!!
Sasuke: I have it.
Naruto & Sakura: WHHAAT?!
Kakashi: (still recovering from Koyuki's Icha script, but looks surprised)
Sasuke: (holds out an envelope to Naruto, looking not very pleased)
Kakashi: (shocked)
Naruto: (takes out a card, gapes and blushes)
Sakura: =D
Sasuke: (looking less pleased than before, probably thinking either 'why does that Dobe get a kiss' or 'Why does she get to kiss my Dobe')
Photo: Fuyu-Hime kissing a sleeping/recovering Naruto on the cheeks
Hehee...
(BTW, on a unrelated note, Maito-Guy is actually 'Might Guy', according to Tou no Sho, LoL.
Also, Itachi seems to have changed cloaks several times; the cloud patterns are different XD)
Ugh. I'm really getting wasted.
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Lots of Sasuke's expressions and actions are open to interpretation. But I'm convinced that he purposely stuck the baton in Naruto's butt. There's no excuse for it.
Konoha no Sato no Daiundoukai
The short film, Konoha no Sato no Daiundoukai, is another potty joke thing like the 2nd OVA (Waterfall Village). Despite the silliness, I did enjoy finding dead characters popping up in random places, as well as the abundance of hinted pairings...As for the Sasuke sticking a baton into Naruto's Butt incident, while I can see Sasuke doing that for sadistic purposes, it's the reaction from the girls that really led me to think otherwise. Especially Hinata's blush—I guess those 12-13 year olds aren't so innocent as I'd like to think XD
The line to the bathroom in the Men's side is really amusing; ironcially, there are no lines to the women's side. The line itself was interesting too. Look carefully and you'll find Waraji, Inari, Haku, Tazuna, some sound nins, Gaara, Hayate, Jiroubou, Sakon, that spider guy (gedoumaru), Kabuto, Ebisu, Itachi, Kisame, 2 anbus, Hiashi, Shibi, Chousa, Shikaku, Inoichi, Sandaime, and Homura XD Later you also see Yondaime (AKA Yondy)!! Zabuza can also be spotted as Naruto is being carried off by Shino's bugs. Which was kinda funny. When Shino came out of the stall and Naruto was going to go in, Shino slams his hand on the side of the stall, blocking Naruto's way, and said, "it's my fault" then carried Naruto out with bugs XD Again when Shino is carrying Naruto off to the stadium, you can see Sandaime with Yondy talking to girls, LoL.
Yuki-Hime Ninpoujou
The movie itself is kinda interesting...typically Naruto, with the whole angsty client and Naruto's 'I've had worse so shut up' speech, but had me guessing on some plot. I do find the different, more modern setting refreshing.
I'm convincing myself that the only reason Sasuke is in Sakura's lap is because he got thrown against a boulder very, very hard. LoL. Pleased to know that Sasuke came to stall time for Naruto, who could hear Sasuke's mental scream in his head and woke up from his call XD As expected, Sasuke performed the most impressive nin/tai-jutsu; Sakura deemed herself useful with calculations and the ability to take out the female snow nin; Naruto, on the other hand, was the most useless and boring. His signature moves, period. I was surprised that he could easily call on Kyuubi power in the beginning, but didn't again though the situation called for more Chakra.
And Koyuki is going to be in Icha Icha Paradise the Movie! Gotta love Kakashi's O__O expression. What do you think of the kid you rescued from Snow ten years ago being in your favorite series on the big screen, kakashi? XD
The epilogue was nice... ^^
Naruto: gaaah! I forgot to get her autograph!!
Sasuke: I have it.
Naruto & Sakura: WHHAAT?!
Kakashi: (still recovering from Koyuki's Icha script, but looks surprised)
Sasuke: (holds out an envelope to Naruto, looking not very pleased)
Kakashi: (shocked)
Naruto: (takes out a card, gapes and blushes)
Sakura: =D
Sasuke: (looking less pleased than before, probably thinking either 'why does that Dobe get a kiss' or 'Why does she get to kiss my Dobe')
Photo: Fuyu-Hime kissing a sleeping/recovering Naruto on the cheeks
Hehee...
(BTW, on a unrelated note, Maito-Guy is actually 'Might Guy', according to Tou no Sho, LoL.
Also, Itachi seems to have changed cloaks several times; the cloud patterns are different XD)
Ugh. I'm really getting wasted.
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