so u guys have a "youth council" huh? all we have is just "officers." too bad i was too wimpy and shy to try to become a youth group officer.
i guess its okay since im actually a work-behind-the-scenes kind of person, u know what i mean?
newcomers huh..
u know u actually have like a really REALLY important job right? ive been a newcomer to different churches so many times now i think i know what newcomers look for in a church.
i dont think they expect a church to have people that suddenly come up to them and talk like theyre friends if it wasnt the friends that brought them
but if u do help them and talk like theyre ur REAL friends then they would probably like the church a lot more for being so...unified i guess?
first impressions do really make a big impact on how much the newcomers might like the church and i think newcomers should have a good start to their new church brothers and sisters.
idk im giving u so much advice but u probably dont need it...i just know as a behind the scenes person that when i go up to new people when they dont have any friends they really do appreciate it when a normal person talks to them and treats them like a long lost friend. just a thought.
ive never had a decorated locker before...
last year, my friends decorated my locker after school the day before my birthday but the custodian cleaned it up overnight so i saw nothing when i looked at my locker.
when i got to my locker and saw nothing that day i literally burst into tears :'(
my friends told me they DID decorate my locker but i never got to see it...but im glad they took the time to decorate it anyway :)
and this year...i guess nobody knew it was my birthday but when they found out it was too late cuz my bdays in the beginning of the school year (october) and i cant make friends that fast.
so i will never know the middle school happiness of a decorated locker TT^TT but im jk that im sad...maybe i was let down then but now i just regret not being able to see it thats all.
so im so glad ur friend has so many awesome friends like you that decorate her locker so much :) she must be very fortunate to have friends that care so much for her
and im so glad that one of her awesome friends is mine too <3
people think i sound suicidal and depressed if i say good bye at the end of a long letter. i have no idea why though? :/
I LOVE YOU TOO SISTAH <33 good bye...
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
11, 11, 11, FIFTY, FIFTY, 11...
........and today we had an early dismissal day where we got out of school before noon and (excluding lunch period) each of our classes were 11 minutes long.
except for 4th period.
have i mentioned how much i hate my 4th period class? actually it's not the subject i hate; it's the TEACHER; and i have never mentioned HER before, have i? well there is this old granny who has i think 2 daughters who are in college and dyed her hair recently from her granny gray and white to brown. and for a granny she has a damn loud voice (and she suffers from 50~70 year old obesity). what's worse, she thinks she has a sense of humor sometimes but she honestly doesn't. and if one person forgets one thing and she's already in a bad mood, she would be like, "okay, step outside please?!"
aside from the fact that the person is also capable of blame (since they forgot it in the first place), it would also mean she will be in such a bad mood that she practically yells so loud you can hear it down two hallways (is what my friend says) and in the nearest bathroom.
poor kid.
but today, God has granted us 4th period science-ers a miracle; that heinous teacher was not present at 4th period today. (who knows what would have happened if she was, since we had to have that period for an hour.)
and we went home right after we ate lunch since i have the last lunch out of all three lunches :D (btw i finally ate something during lunch.)
my blogs are tending to get shorter and shorter because now i have less and less to rant about.
except for 4th period.
have i mentioned how much i hate my 4th period class? actually it's not the subject i hate; it's the TEACHER; and i have never mentioned HER before, have i? well there is this old granny who has i think 2 daughters who are in college and dyed her hair recently from her granny gray and white to brown. and for a granny she has a damn loud voice (and she suffers from 50~70 year old obesity). what's worse, she thinks she has a sense of humor sometimes but she honestly doesn't. and if one person forgets one thing and she's already in a bad mood, she would be like, "okay, step outside please?!"
aside from the fact that the person is also capable of blame (since they forgot it in the first place), it would also mean she will be in such a bad mood that she practically yells so loud you can hear it down two hallways (is what my friend says) and in the nearest bathroom.
poor kid.
but today, God has granted us 4th period science-ers a miracle; that heinous teacher was not present at 4th period today. (who knows what would have happened if she was, since we had to have that period for an hour.)
and we went home right after we ate lunch since i have the last lunch out of all three lunches :D (btw i finally ate something during lunch.)
my blogs are tending to get shorter and shorter because now i have less and less to rant about.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
i am not worth my skill.
"Air" by Bach is now the bane of my existence.
as is with "Concerto No. 3" by Mozart which is what i am planning to use to audition for aypo.
and because this is my first time aypo auditioning i am considered a noob and must start from CO or SE since a good friend of mine named aria is so discouraging me by telling me that it is virtually and literally impossible for me to make it into SO with my pitifully depressing skills. it's okay aria; you are not worth my hit list. :P
as is with "Concerto No. 3" by Mozart which is what i am planning to use to audition for aypo.
and because this is my first time aypo auditioning i am considered a noob and must start from CO or SE since a good friend of mine named aria is so discouraging me by telling me that it is virtually and literally impossible for me to make it into SO with my pitifully depressing skills. it's okay aria; you are not worth my hit list. :P
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
muhammad or mohammad?
today i had the biggest fright ive ever had in the last 2 months.
so it was a pretty normal day, right? (except our bus crashed into the mirror of a truck) and we were just going home from school now and as i took my normal route home i just happened to hear a baby's bawling from one of the houses i was passing by. since i was naturally sound-honed i looked toward that direction and i saw a giant portrait painting of a person, propped up against the window so the indian in the portrait was facing whoever was passing by.
i could literally hear a "dun dun duuuuuuun" in the distance.
im sorry, i just dont get why an indian person would have a portrait of ANYONE propped up against a window. i just feel like it goes against all privacy and the feeling of security from people who stare at you. but no, now i have to GET to my bus stop thinking about that really scary face with the fuzzy beard, turban, and bushy brows. and back.
the first thing i thought when i saw that face could have ranged from "what the--" to "EHMAGAWD!!" to "i wonder whats for dinner today." but i, being a rational person and a critique of everyday life, was thinking, "dude. its facing outwards." seriously. a picture of an indian dude in a turban staring out at you while you're walking home from school? (i have nothing against indians but this is going too far.)
so thanks to some odd person who thinks its funny or otherwise normal to have a picture of her idol staring out at pedestrian passerby, i now have to pass by a fuzzy faced indian guy to get to my bus stop.
so it was a pretty normal day, right? (except our bus crashed into the mirror of a truck) and we were just going home from school now and as i took my normal route home i just happened to hear a baby's bawling from one of the houses i was passing by. since i was naturally sound-honed i looked toward that direction and i saw a giant portrait painting of a person, propped up against the window so the indian in the portrait was facing whoever was passing by.
i could literally hear a "dun dun duuuuuuun" in the distance.
im sorry, i just dont get why an indian person would have a portrait of ANYONE propped up against a window. i just feel like it goes against all privacy and the feeling of security from people who stare at you. but no, now i have to GET to my bus stop thinking about that really scary face with the fuzzy beard, turban, and bushy brows. and back.
fuzzy beard, turban, and bushy brows. and back.the first thing i thought when i saw that face could have ranged from "what the--" to "EHMAGAWD!!" to "i wonder whats for dinner today." but i, being a rational person and a critique of everyday life, was thinking, "dude. its facing outwards." seriously. a picture of an indian dude in a turban staring out at you while you're walking home from school? (i have nothing against indians but this is going too far.)
so thanks to some odd person who thinks its funny or otherwise normal to have a picture of her idol staring out at pedestrian passerby, i now have to pass by a fuzzy faced indian guy to get to my bus stop.
Monday, March 7, 2011
oxy means sharp, moron means dull XD
and now i shall list my favorite oxymorons.
accurate horoscope
dept. of interior (since theyre actually responsible for everything OUTside)
act naturally
loners club
political promise
clean air XD
big sip
silent women hahahaha
barely dressed
green oranges
advanced beginner (there are a lot of instrumental learning books like this)
almost never
educational TV
genuine imitation
perfect idiot
limited nuclear war
customer service
bigger half
greater evil
anarchy rules
floppy disk
false hope
army intelligence
blind eye
doing nothing
autopilot
im never gonna be finished with this list. i love oxymorons.
accurate horoscope
dept. of interior (since theyre actually responsible for everything OUTside)
act naturally
loners club
political promise
clean air XD
big sip
silent women hahahaha
barely dressed
green oranges
advanced beginner (there are a lot of instrumental learning books like this)
almost never
educational TV
genuine imitation
perfect idiot
limited nuclear war
customer service
bigger half
greater evil
anarchy rules
floppy disk
false hope
army intelligence
blind eye
doing nothing
autopilot
im never gonna be finished with this list. i love oxymorons.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
10 topics...aah wtf.
ehehehe. i've noticed i havent been blogging, even though my good friend sam asked me at least twice a week if i was still blogging, in which i say no, feel sorry for 5 seconds, then leave for lunch where i shall starve myself by eating nothing and doing homework.
yes, i feel like a loser. thanks for rubbing it in.
i have almost nothing to talk about so i'll just post what i said when my good english teacher gave us a couple of assignments telling us to choose our "top 10"s or whatever. here's one of them. to tell u the truth, they were actually quite fun.
10 topics i could write a five paragraph essay about:
the last three topics are probably all based on the same thing.. nvm, they ARE all based on the same thing. english teachers, for some reason, have been ignoring my raised hand for more than 2 years now. is it because my hands are ridiculously small and miniscule that the teachers cannot see my hand? wait that doesnt make sense cuz they should at least see my arm..
i swear every time im the only person raising my hand when my english teacher asks a question she looks round the room, glances at my hand, then suddenly turns her head to the other direction and says, "NOBODY has an answer?" while i'm in the corner, going, "hel-LO!! im right here!!"
like what the freaking heck.
teachers should stop being biased or ignoring. case in point, my current situation. but it seems like the only bias teachers i know are english teachers. is it cuz im asian that i have nothing important to say during english class? i DO raise my hand. very high. and the asian remark doesnt really prove anything cuz she still calls on this other asian guy who happens to be her favorite asian male student.
her favorite student is hannah north since shes way smart in every core subject a middle school can throw at her. english, civics, science, (shes not in my math class), she always did more research than the actual curriculum so she always has something major smart and important to say. shes like smart AND pretty right?
whearas i am the smart looking one who is actually pretty stupid. dont contradict me.
actually there WAS a time when in elementary school i was always the favorite, the role model. although my grades were not the anticipated straight As, the teachers have always thought of me as refreshing and bright, always striving to impress, and brimming with innocence. i was the pure, sweet girl who probably made the most mistakes in the class. probably why i was so easy to love. back then, at least. but now..
am i innocent? no. bright? no. pure? no. sweet? no. refreshing? no. likeable? maybe if u break through my walls.
but the only factor that has always remained the same was that i make a LOT of mistakes. despite my careful personality i always tend to be the stupid one who makes the mistakes. but im not like 6 anymore. mistakes arent cute now.
dont give me the "its ok nobodys perfect" shit. i can tell u firsthand that people still expect perfect personalities.
yes, i feel like a loser. thanks for rubbing it in.
i have almost nothing to talk about so i'll just post what i said when my good english teacher gave us a couple of assignments telling us to choose our "top 10"s or whatever. here's one of them. to tell u the truth, they were actually quite fun.
10 topics i could write a five paragraph essay about:
- how people handle death
- why people deny truth
- why i hate public speaking
- how asians and americans differ
- what i would rather be doing
- the meaning(less) of cursive lettering
- pros and cons of each core subject
- why i should stop trying to get called on
- why students shouldnt give up trying to get the teacher to call on them when they raise their hand
- teachers should call on every person who has a question or something they want to contribute to the class.
the last three topics are probably all based on the same thing.. nvm, they ARE all based on the same thing. english teachers, for some reason, have been ignoring my raised hand for more than 2 years now. is it because my hands are ridiculously small and miniscule that the teachers cannot see my hand? wait that doesnt make sense cuz they should at least see my arm..
i swear every time im the only person raising my hand when my english teacher asks a question she looks round the room, glances at my hand, then suddenly turns her head to the other direction and says, "NOBODY has an answer?" while i'm in the corner, going, "hel-LO!! im right here!!"
like what the freaking heck.
teachers should stop being biased or ignoring. case in point, my current situation. but it seems like the only bias teachers i know are english teachers. is it cuz im asian that i have nothing important to say during english class? i DO raise my hand. very high. and the asian remark doesnt really prove anything cuz she still calls on this other asian guy who happens to be her favorite asian male student.
her favorite student is hannah north since shes way smart in every core subject a middle school can throw at her. english, civics, science, (shes not in my math class), she always did more research than the actual curriculum so she always has something major smart and important to say. shes like smart AND pretty right?
whearas i am the smart looking one who is actually pretty stupid. dont contradict me.
actually there WAS a time when in elementary school i was always the favorite, the role model. although my grades were not the anticipated straight As, the teachers have always thought of me as refreshing and bright, always striving to impress, and brimming with innocence. i was the pure, sweet girl who probably made the most mistakes in the class. probably why i was so easy to love. back then, at least. but now..
am i innocent? no. bright? no. pure? no. sweet? no. refreshing? no. likeable? maybe if u break through my walls.
but the only factor that has always remained the same was that i make a LOT of mistakes. despite my careful personality i always tend to be the stupid one who makes the mistakes. but im not like 6 anymore. mistakes arent cute now.
dont give me the "its ok nobodys perfect" shit. i can tell u firsthand that people still expect perfect personalities.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
i have a violin complex now. oh woe is me.
unfortunately, i have learned this pitiful day that my fingers will not get any longer even though i play violin. i only play violin for the sake of growing my fingers. shocked, were you?
yep, this was essentially the only reason i ever played violin, and the only reason i practice for so long every day is for my fingers to grow in length as much as they can. you see, my hand is pitifully small.
i could say that i never had any interest in music, but i do like music, it's just that i've only played violin just for the sake of growing my fingers, not to make music. do u think if i actually wanted to play violin for the sake of making music i would have played instruments better and learned at a much faster rate?
yep, this was essentially the only reason i ever played violin, and the only reason i practice for so long every day is for my fingers to grow in length as much as they can. you see, my hand is pitifully small.
i could say that i never had any interest in music, but i do like music, it's just that i've only played violin just for the sake of growing my fingers, not to make music. do u think if i actually wanted to play violin for the sake of making music i would have played instruments better and learned at a much faster rate?
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