math homework's annoying.

I don't kid you, this may possibly be the best cartoon ever made. Better than Tom & Jerry. And nothing beats Tom & Jerry. So, of course...this is pretty sensational. :)


花田一路, bought by my parents in Taiwan while I was at AID. It's a Japanese cartoon, and we bought the Taiwanese & Chinese versions. I watched the Taiwanese version one first. I laughed so hard that I cried when I watched this.

It's about a little boy who has an accident with a bicycle in the very beginning. He lives, but he soon finds out that in addition to the 9 stitches he got on the back of his head, he now has the ability to see ghosts too. Throughout the episodes, he helps individual ghosts with their problems, such as entering heaven, etc. It sounds kind of creepy to begin with but it's freaking hilarious. I encourage everyone to watch this.




I want to go to the library.
To study.

But I need to be more efficient and stop coming here to change my URL every twenty minutes );

is this the feeling

My brother comes up with the dumbest lies. :D

On Friday when my mom, brother and I went to the Costco food court for dinner, there was this crazy woman next to us in line. It went something like this...amused me for the longest time :D

Rude lady in line: You added that wrong. You added that wrong! *points at cash register number*
Clerk: Okay, I'll read off what you bought. Two churros, one salad, one yogurt...
Rude lady: Say it again.
Clerk: *repeats*
Rude lady: Oh, fine. *fishes for money, taking almost a full minute*
Rude lady: I want a bag for all this stuff. I want a bag.
Clerk: We don't give bags, ma'am *clearly annoyed*
Rude lady: I WANT MY RECEIPT *after paying*
Clerk: *annoyed* Next!

Then, when she was getting condiments for her hot dog...

Rude lady: *goes to window* I want some water. It's so dirty on the counter. I want water, now.

Geez, have you NEVER been to Costco?! This is what it's like, get used to it or leave. The business is good without you here anyway. :)

Anyway, I need to get a move on.

be my guiding star

augh, posting to blogspot is too addicting because it's too simple ):

Take Me To Your Heart makes me really nostalgic. It reminds me of the best summer of my life, my AID friends, my favorite students in the whole world...it reminds me of a forgotten romance that just recently shattered.

"They say nothing lasts forever...we're only here today."

I need to do my Collegeboard SAT online course...my cousin got it for me free with a promo code (original price $40.00!) and I need to make good use of it.

I really like the new AP Bio teacher. She's very what you might call hardcore, but she's really good and she's basically Bowen without the memory loss and the mushroom obsession :) I mean, she's even willing to hold weekend classes in case we can't finish the AP material on time...that's dedication for you. She's really hard though, I have to say that much ): There's a test on Tuesday (65 pts.) and a project due on Friday (25 pts.) and I'm pretty scared for both of them. ;_;

I need to get my clothes from my big sister, the ones she promised me... :\ She never got around to giving them to me, and I'm kind of sad because I like them a lot. I won't push her though; since she lives so far away.

Fall is just around the corner. Goodbye summer, come again another day. It's been the best one of my life...let's make the next one even better. ♥

take me to your heart

The bracelets I bought at the Taiwan night markets are falling apart...well not "falling apart" in that sense, but a section of the rose on the rose bracelet fell off and the paint's chipping off one of the beads on the four-strand one...ah well, what do you expect for 100 NT :(

The Project A topics get more and more boring as you near #400. I printed out the list and I have about 20 topics that I really want. The list will grow as I scrutinize the list further and research some...but I don't know how early I'm going to have to get up to get Norman Rockwell, which is my first choice. :|

In two days, the twins will be turning sixteen. I don't know what to think about them anymore. I know I'm mean to them, and I feel like I'm getting meaner every day. I'm not nice to people anymore and I feel as if I'm being corrupted by something. I'm irritable to everyone, and even to myself. As for the twins, I know they're not very good friends. If we want to go somewhere, it's usually "Oh, we're available only on Sundays, after five o'clock" which is absolutely ridiculous.

Elizabeth and I had these issues with them when they never could spend time with us, nor bothered to make efforts to. I don't regard them as friends anymore, because the term "one-way friendship" is an oxymoron. But I don't know what to do. I know being mean to them is wrong. I'm not...swearing at them or anything, I just don't look them in the eye and don't really talk to them at lunch. I know it's mean. But when you're on a roll, you don't really stop...augh, that's the worst habit I have. I never leave the rolls that I'm on until someone coaxes me out of it.

ugh, I know I'm not making sense.

I have gifts for them but I don't want to go out on Monday. I want to mail them.

What should I do?

Stop being mean, maybe? Very obviously, that's the best way out...but augh, I never, and that means never leave my rolls, even when I know they're wrong. It just feels so lame to leave them.

I'm wrong every way I look.

you are the symphony of my heart

Recently, I've been playing a lot of piano...I don't know what I want in life anymore. Odd sentence to write right after that, but I play piano for an hour and get tired. But when I think back to practicing...maybe half an hour later, I (seriously) ache to go back and play more. I love piano more than anything. Using it as a major would be absolutely wonderful. But it's so competitive, and I can't practice for an hour and a half without getting tired of it...what does that mean? No passion?

Music is what defines my life. But I...play piano. Piano? Everyone plays piano. Gracious, that's not that good of an accomplishment, is it? I've been playing since I was six. That's ten years. But hey, EVERYONE does that!

Something like that.

Anyway, I have a lot of homework this weekend, so I'm going to go work on that. I'm not changing blogspots anymore. I've used this email account for so long and I hate changing because I have to add everyone back and bug people about adding me back. I hate being bugged and therefore I hate bugging people.