Busy Bee

Mood: happy; amused
Currently: making English study guide
Listening to: Crawl --VeltPunch [Nabari No Ou OP]

Strangely enough, I discovered that when I'm in the mood, I really love doing homework, studying, and being busy. Why? Because when I finish my homework, Ifeel like I accomplished something. When I'm studying and busy and moving around and about, I feel like I'm doing stuff that's important, that's worthwhile.

Pocket of Secrets

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: watching Nabari No Ou Episode 10
Listening to: (watching) Nabari No Ou Episode 10

"There are three kinds of secrets. Something that you hide at the bottom of your heart because you don't want it to be mentioned. Something that you can't mention even if you want to. Something that you hope someone asks about even though you're hiding it." Nabari No Ou Episode 10

Dude, I have like, no homework today. Well, except for math, but still. This is one of those rare moments in my life where I will have this little homework, I need to celebrate or something. And catch up on my sleep. Oh my goodness, with all this free time, I suddenly want to do everything. I want to write, I want to read, I want to run, I want to sing, I want to dance, I want to play video games, I want to draw, I want to paint, I want to laugh with my stuffed animals, I want to try playing the piano again, I want to dig up my old flute and try to play a few notes, I want to play board games and chess with myself, I want to sit on the bench in my backyard and sip hot chocolate while getting startled by passing-by bugs, I want to climb up a tree and pretend I have a tree house as my secret getaway, I want to sit on the swing of the fruit tree in our front yard before it was cut down, I want to play Yu-Gi-Yo with the neighborhood kids on the cement that paved over what used to be our front yard, I want to play handball against my garage, I want to chase stray cats while barking as if I were a dog, I want to sit in my room in the dark with my blanket hanging above my head and a flashlight as a campfire as eat those Korean chocolate mushroom snacks with my sister, I want to do it all over again, just for the heck of it. But such hopes never come true. I can only close my eyes and think, "Ahaha, yeah, those were great times. It was nice to live in ignorance and bliss. Feeling miserable over the silliest things and getting over it for no reason at all."

This girl in my journalism class was complaining to the peer counselor in our class about the most interesting person I've yet to hear about. This person is probably a genius, one who has topped the intelligence of my sister. "She's a valedictorian of Whitney high school, takes hard classes (honors and APs and such), AND volunteered in India for a while, AND volunteered at shelters, AND (she listed a huge list of things, I swear), AND you know what? She has time to go shopping and she has such great style. I swear, she is the best looking nerd you will ever see. I envy her so much, I mean, I dress like a hobo, I'm struggling to get my 'A's. Yet she has gotten 4.0's every year, and I've known her all my life. God, I just don't understand how there people who can do that stuff. And you know, I'm so freakin' worried about college, I really want to go to Berkeley, but I don't do anything. And I don't even blame my parents, they've done everything to help me. Like this one time, you know how my thing is singing right? So my mom made me join this one contest thing and I would have probably gotten first place if I wasn't so stubborn and say, no I don't want to. And now that I look back, that would have looked so good on my application, because you know, no one ever does that stuff. Ugh, and I also went into the Cerritos (insert whatever she said, I don't remember) Talent Show thing and won first place for four years, but then I just stopped. Ugggh. I've s----ed myself over."
It was interesting, secretly smiling to myself. How strange. I have the strangest and smallest hope that I would also be able to go to Berkeley, but listening to this girl crack at how she thinks she won't make it into Berkeley when, as far as I know, has done more than I have. Makes me wonder, if she doesn't make it, I wonder what will happen to me. I didn't have to think about it. A lot of people in journalism has the dream of going to Berkeley, and yet again, I smile to myself quietly. In regards to overall grades, I'm probably in the 26th place among the 28 students. And as I don't try and as I silently listen to these people tear their hearts out at the thought of not making it into Berkeley, I can't help but to smile. Why? It's fascinating to watch my own life, full of opportunities, pass me by, as if I were watching my own life from a third-person's point of view.
Life, so fleeting, but I have little desire to lift my heavy feet and catch it. But if I say "little desire", does this mean I still want to make an effort to make what's disappearing in the distance mine? Heh, I thought of an interesting metaphor. You know how some Japanese (?) have like a sort of ramp with running water on it, then they put soba (?) at the top, and the noodles run down with the water, and you have to catch it in order to eat it. It's kind of like that. To eat, you must catch it, if you don't act, the chance will either float away or someone else will take it.

Daisy Bomb

Mood: happy; neutral; thoughtful
Currently: getting distracted from my mountain of history homework
Listening to: El Manana --Gorillaz

I finally went back to reading Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin and it's very interesting. It gives dying a whole different aspect, I kind of thought of the same idea, which intrigued me even more. Basically it's about this girl who dies at fifteen who then she goes to Elsewhere (Heaven, as we know it), only to learn that she was going to grow younger until she was back to being a baby, where she would then be sent back to Earth to be born. While reading, I felt something. I wasn't depressed reading about a girl who felt like she had so many things left she wanted to do back on Earth. But I wasn't too sure what emotion I had that would have made sense. I found an interesting part.

"'Were you happy?' asks Aldous.
Liz thinks about Aldous's question. 'Why do you want to know?'
'Don't worry. It's not a test. It's just something I like to ask all my advisees.'
In truth, she hadn't put much thought into whether she was happy before. She supposed that since she never thought about it, she must have been happy. People who are happy don't really need to ask themsleve if they are happy or not, do that? They just are happy, she thinks.
'I suppose I must have been happy,' Liz says. And as soon as she says it, she knows it's true. One silly errant teardrop runs out of the corner of her eye. Liz quickly brushes it away. A second tear follows, and then a third, and it isn't long before she finds she is crying."

And as I read that, I didn't feel depressed, it was more like mystified. I wondered if it was just the individual, the writer, or us. As far as I know, I've only met people who asked themselves, who've sometimes asked me if they were really happy--as if I had a response for them, especially when they didn't have a response for themself. Are there really just individuals on Earth who've never really thought of themself as unhappy or particularlly miserable, or was that just the author's doing? Or maybe, is it just us? Do we think we don't have a happy life or that we are unfortunate? Are we expecting too much out of "happiness"? Do we think too much about what happiness is and want more than we should? Or is it that life is just what it is? Unfair, cruel, mean, harsh, tough, and gives us more suffering than it gives us joy? I wonder.
I want to be Daisy.

Sixteen Going On Seventeen

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: eating apples while mulling over my newspaper article
Listening to: the humming of the laptop; the distant ramble of the radio

If people were reborn every year on the same day and time as the first time they were created, I suppose I would have been born for the sixteenth time on February 21, [approximately] 11:20AM.
I've been wondering for a while, what am I going to be like as I get older? Will I become more mature? Will I be more responsible? Will I look more like my mother and sister? Will my morals and beliefs change?
There was a time in elementary school where I was reading a Chinese Mashimaro comic book we got randomly on vacation, and there was a section in English. And so, I decided to read that part outloud. But I accidentally said the s-word as a result. With my sister sitting behind me at her desk, she exclaimed that I shouldn't say that word. Thus my promise with my sister that I wouldn't curse was born. However, it was actually her who has grown up to curse. Just an example of people and their fickle morals. Or perhaps, that was never a boundary for her, the censoring of vulgar words, but just an expectation for me . . .

Thank the Real Superstars

Mood: happy; thoughtful
Currently: busy, but I still felt like I had to come here record my random ponderings
Listening to: What Hurts the Most --Rascal Flatts

Goodness me, I've been so busy this week, it's not even funny. I'm looking forward to the weekend so much, but that joy has been killed when I realize that I have Chinese and art class still on Saturday. At least I plan to spend a quiet day on Sunday. Anyhow, back to my purpose here.
I was reading the article in my English textbook for homework when it mentioned the rosy periwinkle found in Madagascar, and it can be used to create medicine that seems to effectively fight off blood cancers. The article was about how we should try to preserve wildlife and such, then a line said, "Cancer specialists believe there could be at least another ten tropical forest plants with capacity to generate similar superstar drugs against other forms of cancer--provided the scientist can get them before the chainsaw of devastates their habitats." I thought about it a little, and wondered if scientists were really in tropical forests now looking for these medical plants. If there are, I wonder if the search is dangerous, in that insecure forest. Are they protected from poisonous animals and plants? Is the terrain difficult to travel on? Is there anything in that forest that can cause these scientists to extract some sort of disease? I don't really know if those brief videos that included tropical forests I've watched in history were recent or not. Actually, I'm not even sure if it really took place in a tropical forest at all. Regardless, I was just curious about the situation. Suppose if those scientists were facing dangers in that forest, looking for miraculous plants, what do they have in mind? Is it fame? Or is it the well-being of mankind? And if it were for mankind, how much would we appreciate their efforts? We'll take the medicine and live on. As time goes on, perhaps if we find some way to cure and prevent cancer some way some how, we won't think that it's so serious anymore. The people of the future will get a dulled feeling of appreciation for those brave scientists because cancer doesn't feel as scary to them with a cure by their sides. And maybe those people will take the medicine and live carelessly even after they are cured, without the appreciation for life or giving thanks to those scientists who labored over the difficult task of discovering and creating medicine for us. The world is waiting for those scientists. The rest of the world full of people who either didn't have enough skill to become a scientist, people who didn't have the passion to become a scientist, and people who didn't want the bothersome task of being a scientist. People are waiting for scientists. Waiting to take the things they have been given with little intention of giving back.

"I cried while wondering, 'if I protect them, who will protect me?'" --

Thus the Night Stalks

Mood: happy; neutral; baffled; heavy-hearted
Currently: pondering
Listening to: Tik Tok --2PM

Currently my boyfriend is depressed. Why? Neither of us know, really. I hate being depressed for no apparent reason. It's like, what's the h--- wrong with me?! Usually random depressions just go away, but there must be some cause behind it, right? If we never figure out that cause and solve it, we'll always be hindered by it. Perhaps every time we find a solution to one thing, another problem arises. It's like science. I don't know, questions bring up more questions . . . Argh . . . humans are too complicated for me to understand. I wish I was like . . . A WORM, or something. Live my life doing stuff in dirt and maybe (I dunno if worms think or have feelings and stuff) not have to worry about all of this. I don't know what this is. Well, whatever, I'm me, and that's who I'm going to be for a while until I die.
"If we had one chance to change everything about our life to the way we wanted it, we think we'll be happier. I think not."

Happiness

Mood: happy; thoughtful
Currently: watching Toradora episode 23
Listening to: (Toradora episode 23)

"I believe in you, Taiga. I don't think you're the kind of person to blame others for your inability to go after what you want! Or are you someone like that?!"
"That's not it . . . I just want you to be happy. I just want the Minorin I love to be happy."
"Cut it out! My happiness can only be . . . can only be made with my own hands! My happiness doesn't depend on anyone but me!"

Sponges Not Under the Sea

Mood: happy; confused; a bit down
Currently: watching Toradora episode 21
Listening to: (Toradora episode 21)

Don't you ever have those days where you just lie back and wonder about those cliche questions? "What's the meaning of life?", "Who am I?", "Why is there so much suffering in the world?"

[spoiler if you ever plan on reading/watching Toradora]
"I'm just saying it to spite you because it seems you don't really care. Takasu-kun is interested in you, not Taiga, but you rejected him. I think you're just pretending to be an airhead in order to forget about it. You're probably thinking, 'Let's just be friends forever.'"
"When did you see me pretending that nothing has happened? Did you really see it? What do you know about me? Can you look into my heart? Besides, this has nothing to do with you."
"I see, so it has nothing to do with me . . . Oh! I see! So your sense of guilt is nothing too, right? I thought you at least had some feelings for Takasu-kun. You just thought you'd feel guilty about someone, so you rejected him. Now I see. You rejected him simply because you don't like him. I'll tell him about it tomorrow then. Don't you think it'd be kinder to just end it now than to leave him half-dead?"
"Do whatever you want."
"Eeeh, then should I go now?"
"I SAID, DO WHAT YOU WANT!"
"Tsh . . . you're really good at faking."

The first time I wanted to kill myself was the fifth grade when I realized I couldn't play the flute anymore. My parents wouldn't let me quit until I went into middle school, so every morning during practice I pretended to play, holding the instrument up to my mouth and pressing the keys. But I constantly lived in the fear that I'd be found out, that the band director would find out and kick me out. I wouldn't know what to tell my parents. I desperately began to practice, but the more I practiced, the worse I got. The more desperately I practiced, the more pathetic I felt. I wanted to tell someone, but Stephanie had transferred schools and I was too ashamed to confide in Michelle who could skillfully play as the only trombonist in the band. I was too ashamed to talk to my parents or my sister about it. The people who would have known what I should have done I didn't trust. One day after marching band practice, I thought to myself, "Ahhh, I want to just go into the bathroom and kill myself." I was pathetic. I had to fake through the city parade, too, and, for the dumbest moment, I felt proud of myself at the end of it. I thought to myself, why am I proud? The people being praised are not me. The person who's being praised here isn't real, the person being praised is nothing like what they say, the person being praised shouldn't be me. But then two year passed by and I kept my secret to myself. The day before the first day of middle school, I sat in the shower, praying to no one, and wondering if I sat there long enough, if all my sins and sense of guilt would wash away with the water. Middle school passed with mild depression, but minimal moments where I honestly wanted to die. High school came and blew up a bomb. I felt like I was drowning when my boyfriend saved me . . .
I find it strange how when I got out of my self-absorbency that I began to notice how others around me were suffering more than I was. People who are constantly in pain, people who are depressed, people who are pretending to be happy, people who are living in denial in order to get by, people who want to die, and people who are suffering enough to die. And it's sad that I don't know what to do, or what to say to them. What am I supposed to say to the people who I used to think like? What was the reason that made me change for the better? And how can I give that reason to others to use?
The people who cry don't get the help they need, the people who hold in their feelings don't get the fact that they need help recognized. In the end, no one can be helped then I suppose. I wish I could be a sponge. Suck away everyone's sufferings and make them mine. But then squeeze out the water. But if I did that, the water would have to go to someone, somehow? Even if the water were to be evaporated, it'd rain, and someone would have to take the pain.
"Why is there so much suffering in the world?"

This is a Day

Mood: happy; neutral; amused
Currently: spazzing about how much work I have, yet I'm blogging...
Listening to: Kiss~ Kaerimichi no Love Song --Tegomass [Lovely Complex ED1]

Today was pretty good. Sketch-out of my day:
0 period//Chemistry: I was tired as always, but I understood what we were learning, so it's all good. But I got back my quiz we took yesterday and I got 10/20. Ouch, an 'F', not going to be pretty on my grade. Most of it was a bunch of dumb mistakes, too! Argh, next time!
1 period//P.E.: Cold morning. Wet grass. Mass of obnoxious guys+special ed. students amongst five girls. Pleasant. As if. Though, lacrosse isn't all so bad in my opinion, at least I can play decently without me having to risk slipping on the wet grass/mud. Also, my team is really nice and actually toss me the ball now and then. On the downside, we used to have this really good player on our team, but he joined football, therefore, switching out of 1 period P.E. And then, there's this other guy who joined our class just like, yesterday, and poor him, got hit by a car this morning while he was biking to school. I hope he's okay, I heard that he was sent to the hospital and everything. May guardian angels watch over him.
2 period//English: Grumpy-ish as usual, I'm never particularly happy in the morning, really. Though I do cheer up then and now because of my dear classmates, though other times they just kind of annoy me . . . Everyone always badmouths the teacher, but I don't really see what they're talking about. Our teacher has a different way of talking, which involves her voice octave going up and down, but hey, it's better than monotone to me.
3 period//Journalism: Bleh. So our school newspaper uses the program InDesign to format the pages and such. So all the new members of journalism learn how to use InDesign second semester to prepare in becoming potential page editors next year. Though, I don't know if I want to join next year or not. Anyhow, so we're learning how to use InDesign, and let me just say this, I feel like a huge chunk of my brain just blew up. In addition to just learning the basics, we have to recreate last issue's front page. Fun project, no? I'll have fun drowning in that class for the next week, with the addition of being in there during snack, lunch, and after school (or else I won't finish it on time). We seriously need more time to do it . . .
4 period//PreCalculus: We had a substitute. She was funny. "I don't accept bribes unless in the form in food. Just kidding, I'll probably steal it from you regardless." We had an opener. It wasn't funny. Dude, I swear, our teacher didn't teach us a chunk of the stuff on there, and we were like, what the heck?! I probably did bad on this opener as well . . .
5 period//History: Yuck, history. I dislike history the most and I don't even know why. Perhaps I'm just uninterested in learning about the past and how it relates to the present? Who knows, but I just don't really seem to care much for history.
6 period//Spanish: I liked Spanish today, well actually, I've liked it recently. Reason being is that we're learning about food. Fun, fun, fun stuff, and I'm not being sarcastic about it this time. I just enjoy writing about food and stuff, using those words when talking to my friends and everything. This is what I like about Spanish: more people understand you. Since I don't have many Chinese friends I'm really close to, it's not like I can talk to them in Chinese, using my newly learned vocabulary (that I usually forget the next day). However, Spanish on the other hand, all of my close friends are learning it, and I love how we can talk in a different language because it feels like we share a particularly special bond. It's just nice.
Anyhow, I also had two epic wins in the class. First is me volunteering to go up and participate in this quick vocabulary review game. So the overhead all showed a bunch of our vocabulary words jumbled about, and two people when up to the pulled-down screen. Each person has a stick (with a sandal stuck on the top of it, don't ask) and when our teacher tells us the English word, we have to point to the Spanish word. Well, I was debating on whether or not to go up, but I decided to last minute when our teacher asked if any final people wanted to play. I seemed to have good luck today, since I happened to be staring at "supermercado" when our teacher said, "supermarket", so I pointed at it almost immediately which made the class wow at my response time. I somehow was able to win successfully two more times in a row when our teacher decided for us to stop and take our vocabulary quiz already. And my second win was just that. I took the quiz, and think I did pretty well. We didn't get to correct each other's quiz this time like usual, but out teacher put the answers up on the television, and I feel like I got 11/10. I would have possibly gotten 12/10 if I didn't make this stupid mistake. I wrote "la azúcar" instead of "el azúcar". Fail! Why would I write "la"?! Ah, whatever, I just hope I don't get another 'B' (or lower) this time. If I accomplish that much, I'll be satisfied.
After school: I was planning to make a quick escape from school to home so I could get working on my homework, but while I was at my locker after school, my best friend and locker buddy, Michelle, came by. Usually when this happens, we walk together and talk for a bit and part ways at the gate as Michelle goes back to volleyball (?) and I go off to a nearby park to wait for my mom to pick me up where there's less traffic. However, today, Michelle started to walk in a different direction. When I inquired where she was going, she said, "I'm going to buy samosas!" which the Rangoli Club was selling. I was going to go buy some tomorrow, but Michelle offered to buy them for me today instead, so I decided to accept her kindness. The little poster things that were passed around school said they were going to be selling samosas in the quad, but when we got there, there wasn't anyone there, so we were really confused for a moment. Then Michelle suggested we check the front gate, and lo and behold, it was there. She bought the samosas and we ate on our way back to the other school gate. The samosa was good and had a very interesting taste to it due to the spice in it. Michelle told me what it was called, but I don't exactly remember what she said anymore. Regardless, it was good. Anyhow, we kept walking to encounter Hee Soo in her track clothing as she exited the girls' locker room. Michelle went off with Hee Soo and we all said our goodbyes.
I walked to the crossing-light and met some friends, the couple, Ryan and Arielle. After chatting a bit, Arielle commented how I had a bunch of books in my hands, and I said something about how I should hire my servants to carry my books. Arielle said, while laughing, "Yeah, that's totally what I would do! But, you know, I don't have any books on me, holds open empty and and her other hand holding Ryan's." Then Ryan commented that he was, however, like a servant/coat holder, holding up his other hand with Arielle's jacket. At that point, I said, "Well, you have to be useful for something." And after seeing the reactions--both of them saying "wooow"--I was a bit worried if I went too far with my joke, since I had a tendency to make really mean jokes about people. But then Arielle said, "Thank you!" as if I had said something that she had never been able to express (jokingly) to Ryan. Then we left in different directions laughing.
Since I called my mom much before I met up with Michelle, she was already waiting in the parking lot of the park, so I went home right away. Once back home, I made my "snack", or "merienda" in Spanish, which was one of those small, boxed lasangas. It was good.
Other than that, and up to this point, nothing really significant popped up, so yeah. My day.

Chaos and Hoses

Mood: happy; bleh
Currently: trying to fix my article
Listening to: Suffocate --Elsa Chapman

I'm going to rant about my crazy morning. So first things first, I realize that I didn't have the survey slips for journalism and stuff, and I had today and tomorrow to finish it, so if I lost today, I'd be so s----ed. Luckily I realized I didn't have it during zero period, so I decided, okay, I'll call my mom to bring it with her. So I call my mom as soon as possible, but the conversation was so dumb. First, I explained to her that I needed this stack of small pieces of paper that's on my dresser. So she all looked for it and said she didn't see it. And I was like, how is it not there? I was quite positive it was there, so I described it again as a stack of small paper, but she said she it wasn't there. And I started to describe how it was next to the wall and the mirror, and my mom was like, wait, your desk, right? And I'm like NO, my DRESSER, but my mom had to be a fobtard (my newly invented word) on me and claimed she had no clue what a dresser was. Then I said in an extremely irritated voice, it has a mirror attached to it, so my mom was quiet on the phone, so I assumed she figured out what I was talking about and was looking. But she came back again saying she couldn't find it. I said to her slowly, a stack of small pieces of paper that says "How do you stay awake when studying late at night?" that is on my dresser, the thing I put my clothes in. My mom then misheard me and asked, it's in your jacket? I was really frustrated because I had to switch back and forth from English and Chinese, but also since I had to get ready for P.E. already. So I corrected my mom in an even more irritated voice that I put my clothes IN a dresser and that the papers were on TOP of the dresser. Then my mom said in an enlightened voice, "Oh, on the dresser?" In my head, the words "no s---, sherlocks" ran through a million times. I sighed deeply and told her that she was correct. Finally she found it and told me she'll bring it to the office with my lunch, which she coincidentally forgot to give me. By then, the bell rang, and I was in a rush to dress since I didn't want to be tardy to P.E., which is pretty sad, because who honestly is ever late to P.E. of all classes? When I got in there, my friend, Amy, all asked me if I emptied my locker, and I gave her this look before asking if I had to. She then informed me that people were going to hose down our lockers to clean it, and I stormed out of the locker room in annoyance. However, seeing Michelle there at our locker comforted me a bit. Regardless, I had a bunch of junk to drag around the rest of the day. After P.E., I had to drag my textbooks and binders, put it on my desk in English, and RUN. I sprinted to the office to attempt to talk to the secretary--who was either ignoring me, was sightly deaf, or it was just my imagination that I was the only one talking in the office--to tell me where the stuff parents drop off were. I grabbed my lunch pail that had my survey slips in it, and ran off, pretending I was being chased by a rabid dog (that always gets me moving), though I still only got back to class halfway through the bell. That was pretty much all for my p---y morning.
The rest of the day got a bit better, though I was in a relatively bad mood the entire time, oh, that and that I thought the people already finished cleaning our lockers even though there was still stuff on it still, but I didn't want to lug aroung that extra 30 pounds with me everywhere, so I put it back into my locker. Bad move. Anyhow, yeah.

2010, Hear I Come

Mood: happy; neutral; tired
Currently: lying on my bed, eating chocolate (killing my throat)
Listening to: Ring Ding Dong --SHINee

I just realized something sad. I like writing blog posts, but not reading them. Writing them in fun, it's like telling a story in a more direct fashion. Then there is reading blog posts, where, if you don't read them on a daily basis, you just keep scrolling down and down and down and down, and I'm not that avid of a reader either . . . Epic fail much? Blargh. I want it to be winter break again. That first week back at school? Killer. Massive piles of homework, being depressed,being late to zero period as always, doing bad on my news article, nearly falling asleep in math, freezing up in Spanish, sleeping two hours, getting cuts all over my hand, finding white hair . . . Ehhh . . .
On the bright side, I'm working on being more responsible, getting my homework done before doing other stuff and such. It's not going along too well, though . . . ehhh . . . my urge to write just vanished.

Rose Parade Decorating

Mood: happy; bleh
Currently: doing my history project
Listening to: SKY-2-HIGH --Skankfunk [Air Gear ED]

Since I never felt like talking about it before:
--Date: 9/29/09 Time: 12:08AM Place: Kitchen Mood: Happy; Hyper Currently: eating pizza rolls Listening to: the hum of the refrigerator; the ticking of the clock Subject: OH MY GAAAWD
"AND THEN SHE WAS ALL LIKE, 'Oh no you didn't,' and I was all like, 'spank 'em'." NO YASMIN, NO. So today (technically it was yesterday, but I'll just say "today" so I won't confuse myself) I all went to the Rose Parade decorating thing with Diana and Yasmin. I was supposed to go yesterday morning but I had a bad cold and I like my throat was dying on me, so my parents called Heritage, telling them I couldn't go. Anyways, I went into the Heritage multipurpose room to sign in, only to see Yasmin's FACE. Yeah, it was beautiful. So then she was like, "Hiiii", and I was like "-waves-". I killed it. So we signed out little green paper things, got our "decorator" badge and a Cerritos Rose Parade pin. We went outside and sat randomly in the bus. Soon after, we saw Diana and her sister walk into the building, after she signed in, she came onto the buss and sat in front of us. Dude, I'm out of pizza rolls already. I'll type out the rest on my blog.--
And so here I am. So here's a brief sketch out of what happened that day for the volunteering event. On the bus, Yasmin was playing games on her i-pod, with me sitting next to her and laughing at all her epic fails while Diana was sitting there quietly in front of us. Eventually Yasmin forced me to play her games, which I got attached to quickly. I remember Yasmin and Diana saying random stuff about how outside looked like we were going to one of those bases where they research about aliens or something. Then Diana was going on how we were all going to get killed and used for manure. No, I don't know them at all. It didn't seem like it was a long until we reached the warehouse location. Except first we went to this tent that had chairs, tables, and most importantly, food. I helped myself to some of the hot chocolate that was provided, and Yasmin kept saying that you have to pour in the hot water first before you put in the powder to do it right. Geez, it was like the "does the milk or the cereal go in first?" thing, but seriously, it doesn't even matter as long as you enjoy the crazy thing, it's all the same when it gets to your stomach. After munching on a granola bar, we all wandered out the tent and into the warehouse, because we thought we had to do something, except we were totally lost, so we went back to the tent. Apparently there was a guy who was slowly taking people out in groups to be assigned tasks. Eventually Diana, Yasmin, and I were led back into the warehouse to do a weird job that required us to glue the main float figure's leg and put coconut powder on it. It sucked because his leg was bent weirdly, so the three of us had to sit in very uncomfortable positions while attempting to get the coconut on. It only took us forever, but we got the job done. Around then, I think, it was time for dinner and we left to go back into the tent to have some Mexican food. It was good, though the beef, or whatever it was, was all burnt, so it wasn't all that appetizing, but overall, the food was good. When we went back to the warehouse, Diana was sent to do some weird task, which I swear, every time I saw her, she was just following people. Anyhow, Yasmin and I, however, had to climb up to sit on a rickety scaffold to put coconut on the figure's hand, which was kind of creepy since it felt like we might have fallen if we weren't careful. However, when we finished the task, we were put back on land to stick fir branches onto the float base itself. At some point, we met up with Diana again, doing the same job. Time rolled by and soon it was time to leave. On the bus, Yasmin pulled out her handy i-pod once again, but this time, made me listen to her music and sing the lyrics that she had on the i-pod. It was pretty hilarious, and Diana kept turning around to beat Yasmin up, despite that, she kept singing. Then we got back and I went home, finding myself a bit hungry. I heated up pizza rolls, then started writing down what happened in this random journal I had.
Argh, I don't feel like writing what I did the other day. To be really quick about it, Diana didn't come the next day because she wasn't feeling well and Yasmin didn't sign up for it, so I went alone. The work was okay, though I was about thirty feet off the ground, standing on a sad excuse of a scaffold, because it was like a thick, old, rickety piece of driftwood. For about two hours, I was smelling coconut and glue, working on the main figure's collar and the back of his head, which was really hard to reach. It was pretty creepy because I had to walk around everywhere on the scaffolds in order to get a better reach, and if I fell one way, I'm pretty much dead, but if I fall the other way, I'll probably end up punching a huge hole in the float, so I had to rely on my balance skills and took periodic breaks in between my work so I don't end up doing something careless. Finally, when I was done, it was time for lunch, which was good, a ham and cheese wrapped in corn tortilla. There was also a cup of fruit and pasta in the plastic box. I think the food was from a catering place called Picasso's. One way or another, the food was good. The rest of the time, I was cleaning off the coconut residue on the collar and brushing off the scaffolds. When I finally got a chance to get off the ridiculously high boards, I was stuck gluing small red beans, one by one, on the roof of this boat-like object. It was very boring work and the only fun involved was the fact that Steve Nam from school was there, being crazy and all, was having an interesting quarrel with Racheal Lee and Michelle Lin. After who knows how long, finally it was time to go.

Resolutions

Mood: happy; bleh
Currently: doing my history project
Listening to: Chain --BACK-ON [Air Gear OP]

I don't really have many resolutions, considering that even if I said I'd do certain things, I mostly likely will fail to follow through with them. Regardless, here's what I'm going to attempt to do in the year of twenty-ten:
*/|`once upon a wish on a starry sky*`
*/learn to accept compliments
*/work on my story at least three times a week
*/sleep by midnight on a daily basis
*/actually study for my tests
*/clean my room monthly
*/practice painting twice a week
*/get back into the habit of training on weekends
*/practice speed reading

Dawning Light

Mood: happy; neutral
Currently: doing English homework
Listening to: Si Ben Dao Yue Qiu --Mayday & Cheer Chen

I woke up at 8AM this morning to go running at CPE. Strangely enough, my dad offered to come with me. I was shocked . . . until he clarified that he'd be walking. Ahaha. It was nice, though I only ran a mile and a half. I say only because in cross country we'd have to run four. Anyhow, I did a binch of pushups and abdominal-workouts though, so it's all good. I came back home around 9:30, and realized that I don't know what to do. Normally, on Sundays, I'm alseep until noon, so I was like, what do I do now? I ended up doing homework though. This may become a good habit . . . I'm probably going to be really bored tonight and do my Chinese homework. I don't even have Chinese school for the next two weeks. Goodness, waking up early on a Sunday must means I'm sick! It's almost as if I'm not my procastinating self like normal. Maybe I'll just work on my story that I've neglected for so long for once. Sounds like a game plan to me!