This is my last post on this LJ.

If you suddenly find yourself gripped with a strong desire to know what's going on with me, there's always email.


Bye!~ :D

The vestiges of the lines of Robert Frost's poem, Birches, appeared blurred on my wet, cold hands. It used to read

I'd like to get away

from earth awhile



Now extremely difficult to make out as it blends into my skin. Each step further towards home made me a little happier more eager for spring, and to sway as the birch trees do when the small boys swing up them towards heaven, and back down again.

Home is sucking the life out of me, the passion, the indulgence. I've found my birch tree, but need to learn to climb it without looking down, without looking around to see if anyone approves.

To rebuild any atrophying passions, simply read a good book, or spend time with yourself.

I've realized that I've come to appreciate humanity for it's own sake. Not for companionship nor for




10:04PM: My left shoulder spasms

This whole "doinghomeworkonthebed" thing isn't working out all too well. Maybe I'll play a game entitled "dohomeworkattheschoolibrarybeforeIgohome". Now THAT sounds like a fun game.


Someone buy me a vintage desk. Thanks.

His life flashed before my eyes...I saw him struggle for breath. Spastic movements as he struggled. I was afraid.picked him up when it was almost too late. I watched him choke. Suffocate. He choked for breath. I didn't know what to do. I was so much bigger than he was, yet completely helpless. Then, the science gears started turning in my head. The science nerd saved his life. Da Shan is a fighter.

This is going to be the most coherent post that I've made in quite a while.

Looking back on all of my previous entries from...yesterday up to September it looks as if my sanity has been slowly degenerating. It's back now. HA. Boxers are quite comfortable. I will wear them to your wedding.

Anyway, I've been participating a lot more in Lit. I mean, it's not as if I don't participate normally, but I mean, I seriously raised my hand more than six times in the span of ten minutes. Mr. Hennagir is a nice teacher. I like the fact that he sort of dresses like a cowboy, but not really.

I think I might make a tumblr. NOT BECAUSE I'M JUMPING ON ANY BANDWAGONS...but because it seems to be a nice medium for people to express their creative passions (moreso than a regular bloggging site). Tumblr seems to be a combination between Flickr and Blogspot. Or something of that sort.

Recently, I've gotten pretty addicted to Animal Crossing: City Folk. The subtle differences are just so pleasant (the obvious ones are even nicer). My favorite animal (I feel like this sentence has taken me back to third grade) is Carmen because she's a rabbit. Haha, no. Joke lang. But in all seriousness, I seem to have developed an abnormal obsession with that cute little bunny. She's such a pleasant neighbor; I feel her happiness. I live through her. /Whitman

I've developed a few short term and long term goals that I'm going to try my best to fulfill (most of them branch off of my unwritten New Year's Resolution).

Talent Show auditions are Thursday, and in all honesty, I'm pretty nervous. Well, somewhere in the back of my mind, over the piles of lost sleep and buried under the algorithms for solving the Square-1, I feel a little nervous. I pretty much JUST learned guitar, so it's going to be weird playing it on a stage in front of people with a much more experienced guitar player. Whatever. I'll just pretend it's Calc class and present myself. I kind of hate my calc class. Just a little bit. That was my favorite class, but I think I've embarrassed myself one too many times. HA. The things I do for math.

Explorations have been...interesting. I've heard from a reliable source that many people aren't too fond of that explorer...that people want him to run into some Lapu lapu chiem and expire. I haven't witnessed anything that would make me want the same for him, but gotta be on guard. I'll keep my hands on the deck with a bucket ready. (THIS IS THE LAMEST PARAGRAPH OF ALL TIME. HAHAHAA. I WOULD LIKE TO ERASE IT NOW. IT MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE. GOODBYE.)

Okay, I'm going to start my homework. It's kind of bad to start so late. 10PM is not the best time to start homework.. x____x Once I express my creative passions everything will be cool. (PLZ HALP ME HANNAH G-N NAD MS. REEVES.)


THE END. :D

I AM THE RUBIK'S CUBE MASTAH.

The seething scientist's breathing becomes heavy as her caretaker bombards her with questions.

Sleepovers are pretty cool.. with a thousand people.. and small people named Tony Tran. LOLOLOLL...


The End.

I hate nutella. That is all.

Lost my hat.. AGAIN. Great times.




Forget this freaking Casiop fx 2500 PLUS. I'm renting a TI-84. There's just something really frustrating about not being able to compute definite integrals on a calculator.


I love you, calculus.

The Sunflower Girl is going to buy a very colorful headband.

This three day week is going to be interesting. I'm going to try to pwn my teachers...and maybe get some sleep. Yeah. Sleep is good.

MAN. I HAD SO MUCH GREAT STUFF TO SAY.. EVEN A CLEVER PUN ABOUT BOMBS AND "ABOMINATIONS" (IT WAS SO FREAKING EPIC). AND THEN I FORGOT IT ALL. NOT VERY HAPPY ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW.


...I guess I'll just take this time to say...


My brass knuckles pwn your mom. Thank you.


SO SORRY.. I REALLY NEED TO SLEEP. OKAY BYE. D:

Got home. Thought about it a little more.
Why was I doing all of this? I still couldn't see it. What was the point?

I turned on the television, and to my surprise Jon and Kate Plus 8 was on. A good sign. I went to my room and saw a small bag of Swiss chocolates on my table. I tried one, and found that it tasted really good. I mean, with all of this stuff that's been going on I was happy to find that chocolate still tasted the same. That's when it hit me.

Doing all of this stuff; homework, studying, talking to people, smiling at people--made me happy. I did it because it was what made me happy.

The light streaming in through the windows--a happy feeling.

My incentive will be happiness. Knowledge can bring you the ultimate happiness. Knowledge with a side of chamomile tea.

Let's do this chiem.

Hooray for the abandonment of proper grammar! :)

Amina is no more. Perhaps temporarily..



Pippi is here. But wait, someone has grabbed her by the thread.. and is sewing her back together.
The B in BANB is essential to life.

I visited a nice all-American family on Sunday. They were "real" Americans that watched the Superbowl, ate hotdogs and pork, had crisp wall colors, and loved watching musicals. I hated it. Not all of it, though. It was actually pretty interesting. The food was pretty great; I ate no meat, though.. that cheese dip stuff was amazing.

I smiled at the appropriate times, laughed at what I thought I should, and greeted everyone nicely; trying my hardest to assimilate into their culture, traditions, values. Sometimes you can't help being pretentious. I really didn't give a care about what was happening at the Half time Show or which one of the meaty football players threw the awkwardly shaped brown ball onto the colorful rectangular area of the field. They seemed to enjoy it, though, so I guess I enjoyed watching them enjoy something.

It was fascinating, actually. The large family coming over to gorge themselves and watch this mindless game. Everyone seemed to be doing something different. The house was noisy and filled with life. There were parakeets. I rather like parakeets.

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My mom's been opening my mail recently. It's really annoying to pick up an envelope with your name on it only to see that it's been ripped open already.


I want a new life. Just for a few days. Sentence fragments are fun.

It's getting harder and harder to care...about anything.


Sometimes I even forget to eat. It's all good, though.

I MISS MAI INTERWEBZ FRIENDS LOLOLOLOLO!

CAN I HAZ UR CHEEZBARGARS!>!>!




(Yeah I'm soooooo tired right now_.LOLO!_

1. CHEEZ-ITS
2. Lysol spray
3. A haircut at Urban
4. Super cool office
5. Time to pursue creative interests
6. A good conversation with Mr. Santiago
7. Really really cool shoes.
8. Source of income.
9. College.
10. Alexy


Right now, my mom has a cold and I've realized that I'm somewhat germophobic, thus I really want to DOUSE myself in Lysol and roll down the stairs... or dance around the house to 80s music while spraying Lysol. I'd like to go through 2 cans in 2 hours. That's a lot of Lysol. Paypal? Hahahaaa....D:


I'm going to kidnap Alexy. End of story.

"ONE ALEXY FOR 29.99! AND IF YOU CALL NOW, YOU GET A WP, LILS AND AN ARI FOR ONE LOW, LOW PAYMENT OF 19.95"

...I'd pay that.

This is going to be a pretty unconventional post, as I will be addressing whomever is reading the entry--then again most of these aren't very normal to begin with.

Actually, I'm not addressing anyone in particular, maybe I just deluded myself into thinking that I was, but let's get on with it, shall we?

If you've noticed, I've been a little...stranger than normal this week. This is mainly due to the fact that I've been trucking. Yes. Trucking. It's a word that I've coined to describe my midterms/final exams study habits.

I usually start by making a list--with time blocks included. I apportion three hours to each subject that I need to study for with 15 minute breaks in between. The studying starts from 10 AM and usually ends at around 11:32. Then, I proceed to lock myself into one of the rooms upstairs and start to read/take notes/cram my brain with information. The whole process, trucking. This massive cram lasts about three days and I come downstairs briefly for meals, to exercise my bowels, etc during the breaks.

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I'm taking time to prepare for Chinese New Year. Lots of cleaning to do, envelopes to fill, and fish to buy. Gonna be some good times.


It's really interesting to note the changes in cliques throughout the year. The End.
Someone JIU MING A.


Resolution 1: Be assertive. Stop apologies for everything.
Resolution 2: Continue learning languages.

I want a haircut.

Someone jiu ming a.