Acquired new MP3. 1 GB space, 7 cm x 3 cm x 1.5 cm. Rechargeable battery. I think it's pretty nice, but it's a little expensive.
Shopped for three hours today. I don't usually do that, I think.
Got a haircut and highlights today. Aunt and uncle approve and tells me I look good. But, you know, parents and relatives...they tell you you look good regardless of how you look. It could be because you look like them and it would be self-defeating to think you don't look good - you look just like them! Or, it could also be because they love you so much, their view of you is distorted, and they really do think you look good even if you look horrid to the rest of the world. Or, they just don't want to make you unhappy.
Me? I think I look just fine.
Aced Physics exam. But it didn't really help my mark that much. Nes gets like eighty-something on her Chem exam and she gets like twenty percent from it. I get a hundred on my Physics and I get like...what, at most six percent?
On another note, I don't even finish my essay for English and I get 84% on it. Math...79%, brought my mark up from a 71% to a 75%. Imagine if I got 90% on my Math exam, too...Phys. Ed, I ended with 84%. Low eighties for the final fitness testing.
Now, I have Accounting, Law, Geography, and Chemistry. Biology will have to wait until summer. Gogo Summer School.
Unimportant sidenote: I had three wrong on my Physics exam, but our teacher decided to make it out of less...instead of being out of 85, it's now out of 82, and he explained, the only reason why he didn't (couldn't) make it out of even less was because someone (me) got 82. I have this feeling people knew what I got, 'cause I kept asking everyone what they got. But I was really hoping to prove myself right that I wasn't the only one to get that. And, I got a slinky for having the most stickers. We're to show him our stickers, and I didn't even bring mine, but I won anyway. Our Physics teacher owed me stickers.
As of the night before last night, I am no longer allowed to converse with strangers on the Internet. Good thing Ness isn't a stranger on the Internet.
My aunt also has this depressed look about her. I do want to somehow make her stop looking like that.
*Sigh* Physics rocketry assignment. English author research assignment. All to be started on (especially the Physics thing), but I never want to.
Because I'm an ungrateful, spoiled, little girl, I feel much dissatisfaction with my Christmas gifts. It goes to the point where I think I'd actually prefer receiving nothing at all. I mean, earrings? At least it's convenient for the people who get me earrings, cheap, easy, fast. What does it matter if I'd like it or not, at least they got me something.
I'll finish this sometime later. Maybe.
Two math tests tomorrow, one of them being an identities re-test, the other on interest and mortgages and annuities. Rocket research project now has a due date: January 13th.
Still have yet to come up with Christmas presents for various people. Only getting presents for five people this year: Janice, Jennifer, Gabrielle, Debbie, and Amanda; six if Ness tells me what she wants. Drawing Amanda a picture of Ran-kun, Debbie wants a FCUK black t-shirt...don't know what the other three want. And people wonder why suicide rates are so high during Christmas; if my mind is so stumped on getting three people presents, think what must be happening to those who have like ten or twelve+ to buy presents for...well, those who want to put some thought into their presents, anyway...
TB tested today. Slight amount of pain, my classmate's got a bit screwy and I think he had to get it like three times. Nurse also mentioned how since I'm born in Hong Kong, I might have some vaccination thing when I was a baby and be immune to TB. Bled some, the nurse gave me a cotton ball to dab at it, but I found that just letting the blood clot was a much better way to deal with it.
Had some kind of badminton tournament in Phys. Ed., and we got to dress up in a costume for it. I wore a polo t-shirt with my short skirt, and everyone told me I was cute.
Forced into Christmas choir for church. Singing this Saturday, if I remember correctly.
Learned that Christmas isn't really Jesus' birthday; his real birthday's really in like September or October or something. But I think it's the 25th. And that Santa Claus is some merging of Sinter Klaas and St. Nick, who was a tall, skinny monk on a white horse followed by a black elf. They hand out presents, and the black elf decides who's deserving of what - reward or punishment. German, I believe. Sinter Klaas is Dutch. I think.
Retest on identities Wednesday.
And, Merry Christmas, 'Nes(s).
I didn't die, I just forgot to post much.
Got 83% on the most recent math test (chapter 3)! An improvement from other tests. Got another test on the 31st, to bring up the marks on my chapters 1 and 2 tests.
Doing Health in Phys. Ed. now. Quite boring, and even seems a bit harder than basketball. And oh yeah, we finished the basketball unit already, I got pretty decent on it. 27/40 on the skills, one wrong on the quiz, and something high on participation. I had perfect on the football and soccer quizzes, though...did really well on football overall, pretty bad on the soccer even though I actually kind-of like soccer, and not-bad on basketball, even though I hate it to hell. Bet I'm going to fail Health.
We built rockets for Physics. Going to be flying them soon. Mine is one of the prettiest, if only because almost everyone else's is rather blotchy on the spraypaint, and isn't varnished as much, and somehow managed to mess up on their boattail even though I didn't. It could be that I spent two hours on making the shape of it...but apparently, other people spent that long, too. I really look forward to taking a closer look at the rocket with the dragon on it; it seems to be one of the nicer ones.
Oh yeah, I hand-painted mine. I'm probably the only one who did that, except maybe for the guy with the dragon design. I don't know what he did, though.
And of course, can't forget to give credits to my uncle, who varnished the whole thing a couple times for me, and made me stencils for the smileys I had on the rocket. And pretty much forced me to actually draw something interesting on my rocket; it would have been plain blue-red-white otherwise (I half wanted to fire it at an airplane and pin it on the US...eheh.)
Heh, my physics teacher is funny. He was showing us this chemistry-related thing where he holds two aluminum (or tin?) foil-wrapped spheres and kind of hits them together while still kind of rubbing it...you know. Someone asks what they were, and he says, "These are my balls." After he goes and washes his hands, he says, "Remember to always wash your hands after playing with your...well, you should wash your hands after playing with anything."
He probably also said something like "I like playing with these" at some point, before washing his hands, but I forget. Well, it was funnier when we actually were there to watch it, as most things were.
I hate football. But, I hate volleyball too, and swimming. And a ton of other sports.
Darrel and other people have started practicing the wavedash with me. But I still can't wavedash consistently, while Darrel can (kind of). His brother can, too, after like one try. But I can't, not even after like a hundred tries ._.*cry*
Reflexes game. Apparently, it's a lot easier to press the enter button when playing it. With a mouse or the touch pad, I get 0.3 seconds response time to 0.4-ish, barring the time when it changed colours before I could even move the cursor to the Stop button. But with the Enter button on my keyboard...
Try out the Reflex Game. I'm trying to go for 0.12 second response time, but I usually get around (within 0.05 seconds difference) 0.35 seconds instead. I'm so slow >_<.
I was wandering through the message boards, and there was this quote:
Zelos to Collette: Roses are red, violets are black, why is your chest as flat as your back? ~ Zano1234I thought it was funny. (You'd know who the people are if you play Tales of Symphonia.)
As if to reinforce the idea that I've become impotent, I'm now having a lot of trouble getting past a few enemies at the beginning of the game. And I'm stuck in a place where you can't leave without facing those enemies. While I did beat them a couple of times, I resetted after each time 'cause I wasn't satisfied with the results (character death, loss of points 'cause I'm not good enough, and character deaths that lead to too many points being lost.) The first time I won, though, I should have saved. I didn't lose that many points then, and nobody died.
Well, at least I do have some excuse for losing: I was playing on Hard (difficulty level) as opposed to Normal. But I'd never get past even the first battle on Mania if I can't even beat the...um, third battle of any importance. Yeah, I think it was the third.
While the best idea would be to go back to Normal for just this battle, the logic before would apply here as well: if I can't get past this battle on Hard, I'd likely never get past any other battle after this point on Hard. Putting aside for the moment that I only need 256 battles on Hard anyway, then I'm satisfied.
2:41 PM UPDATE: I just beat them again. But -0.52 points? Hell no. Let's reset. *isn't masoschistic*
This entry will likely be peppered with many such updates. *sigh*
2:47 PM UPDATE: Beat them again, this time with -0.44 points. Still can't get that -0.10 points from before. Let's reset, again - I seem to be getting better.
2:53 PM UPDATE: Win again...3 consecutive wins, none of which are "satisfactory"...well, this time, I became worse and got -0.52 to my points. Again. I've already given up on getting anything with a positive value.
2:59 PM UPDATE: Just lost twice (resetted on a character death), seems like I just got lucky last three wins. Next update will be when I win them and get a satisfactory score. You'll see how stupidly long it takes me.
3:03 PM UPDATE: Okay, so it didn't take so long. I even got +0.32 to my score. I'm happy now, very happy. =)
It's as if impotence comes with feminine traits or menstruation.
I've lost my video gaming skill. I do fear I'll "forget" how to spell as well. (Read: I'm going to spell things wrong in a stupid way on purpose.)
[Acquired new favourite quote!]
'Ve been playing D2 a lot lately. That'd explain why I've not been posting. Well, just not here.
I've been posting other stuff on message boards, where you have to get an account and you can get a signature, too. One of my posts ended with "Well, I'm sorry if I was wrong." And my signature was "If I'm wrong, it's your fault." (Signatures are right under your last line, separated by the rest of your posts by a line of three hyphens) Someone laughed at me: "LOL great sig message combo." I noticed it before I posted, but I didn't think anyone would care.
My computer was borkded yesterday, so I left it at my friend's house to see if his dad can fix it for me. Apparently, they can't, so my friend told me that I'd have to reformat my hard drive, but I can save stuff in safe mode onto an external drive or something. So I turn it on for a last attempt at fixing it, and the options allowed safe mode to be entered. Thought I'd...Um, I don't know. But it asked if I wanted to try System Restore. And I did. And now it works again! *ishappy*
And, of course, I prayed. See, praying helps. You should pray too. (I almost sound like a fanatic now. In this entry, at least.)
Today, we went to get a new health card, so the lady asked me how old I was. I didn't remember. My dad said I was 16, so I assumed he was right and said that I was 16. Only after the lady suggested that I'd turn 16 in November did I realize that I'm not 16...yet. I think that's a bad thing.
I figured I shouldn't go on MSN too much anymore. It's not as if I have anything interesting to say anyway. Trying to think up things to say and actually saying some of the stuff I do manage to come up with makes me seem [various not-good qualities in humans], and I am, sometimes, at least, but I'd prefer it if nobody knew about it.
The above was an attempt to make me seem less [the previously said various not-good qualities in humans]. Do you hate me yet?
Despite not having had an anti-virus program or a firewall until today, since a week or two after I've last returned to Edmonton from my previous trip to Toronto, my computer seem to have somehow escaped virus infections, even though I do download things from the Internet. Wow.
My dad is snoring awfully loudly. He also stops after a while, before starting up again. I'm worried...he probably has sleep apnea. I should probably tell him to go see a doctor or get him something to stop that, but somehow, I think he wouldn't care enough to do the former.
Well, other than the event that happened yesterday...Somehow, my aunt didn't throw my SP out. She returned it, with my GameBoy Camera, a couple days before I left. Surprise, surprise.
Got new cellphone number today. Won't post here because of obvious reasons. That I won't post it here should be pretty obvious, actually.
I'm looking for a new phone. Mine is a bit (read: very) wonky, and sometimes you can't hear what the other guy is saying. Or any other sounds, for that matter. I've seen this phone I really wanted, but the only times I've seen it is in a cartoon. In that, it also allows you control people and stuff, but I'm not asking for quite that much out of a cellphone. Oh, if only I can find it somewhere...!
I helped someone today ^_^. This woman, she was just outside of McDonalds, and she was trying to get into her car with...a stick? I thought she was just hitting the window for fun, 'cause I was sleepy, having just woken up in the car. Anyway, I was there to get me some ice cream, after being back from the cottage. I went to the washroom to throw out something, and I noticed a large collection of keys on the toilet paper dispenser, not all laid out, but attached to a necklace thing. As I got out of McDonalds, my dad was there asking for a screwdriver from a cashier for her. Apparently, she locked her keys in the car or something. So I suggested to the cashier, and my dad, that the keys I saw in the washroom might be hers, so we go get them. The cashier looked like he was trying to get in, and I was wondering why he doesn't just walk in and get the keys, then I realized...oh yeah, this is the Women's Washroom. He's a man. So I got them for him, and my dad and I went out to ask the woman if the keys were hers. The first (and only) thing she says in response was "Where did you find it?" My dad said the toilet, and I said the washroom, then she left and we left, and my dad comments on how she was kind of rude, not even saying "thank you", and maybe she's too shocked to think of anything polite to say. And how she's very, very lucky (if we didn't go to the cottage, I wouldn't have needed to go to the washroom), and we should all go give the lottery a try. But it also involves the tubing, and how Bernice needed a ride home. If she didn't, we wouldn't have been there at all. This lady, she's very lucky we were there. Probably not luck, but God, depending on what you believe. I think she might have been praying for a miracle.
(11/07/05) EDIT: I forgot about the kid in the car. There was a kid in the car. Wasn't old enough to open the car door, apparently.
This entry here is to explain how much you're supposed to hate me, rather than think I'm "cool". That's 'cause I'm really an attention whore, and a particularly successful one at that. I mean, you do think I'm "cool", right? If, after reading this, you dismiss it as me being a bit depressed ('cause I couldn't go see Batman with Agnes or something), that I'm only writing this stuff because of the slight depression or whatever, and you still think I'm "cool", then I'm successful in my attention whoring, and you've done what I want. If instead, you realize that, I'm right, and that I really am a horrible person, and a disgusting attention whore at that, then you've also done as I wish: you become wretched and deranged from having fallen for my schemes. (Though most of it comes naturally, actually...)
Yes, that's right. Every time you laugh at something I say or do, it's because I'm doing or saying these things to make you laugh. And I'm not an expert at this (more to your discredit, you fell for an amateur), so I can't deadpan through all of it. I laugh with you. And the fact that I laugh at all when you laugh at me, that should have told you that you shouldn't be laughing, that I'm trying to be funny and I shouldn't be laughed at, 'cause I'm actually trying. That is why I'm "cool", yes? 'Cause I can make you laugh? You all claim to despise these attention whores and such; this is a lie. You love attention whores, but only if they're good at what they're doing. The failures out there, they're too obvious and you see right through them. Unless, of course, you see right through me too, and this is all just a big charade, you pretending you think I'm "cool" and forcing yourself to laugh when you know I'm trying to make you laugh. But really, why?
If people don't like you and you're trying to make them like you, you're failing. Go get some remedial courses on it or something. Or drop it and try something else altogether. Remember: the world likes nice people.
By the way, I'm a natural at this. I didn't realize that I'm acting like an attention whore until last night, bored and trying to find something to think about. And that's what I thought up. What I can remember of it, anyway.
I'm gonna be "not cool" now; Amanda told me why she thought I was cool. It's 'cause I'm always so "specific". I forget about it most of the time, and I keep being "specific", so I guess it'll be okay. Though it's natural; I feel that if I'm not so "specific", someone would misunderstand about something. And really, there's no "general" or "specific" for me when I describe something. Both are the same.
I got some pictures of this guy whose name keeps popping up in my brain. It ruins my day, 'cause I think I might "like" this guy, and I don't want to. 'Cause liking people in an infatuated sort of way is really bad. Especially since I think he likes someone else and I'm not going to be in the province anymore; not going to see him anymore, after Wednesday, unless I come to school on all the other days when we have exams. I only have them on the 22nd.
Forgetting how to type in Qwerty; been typing Dvorak too long. But I can still do this, just sometimes I forget where some things are. Especially the quotation marks and the Z(ed).
Shelby and co. laugh at me when I say "Dragonball Zed" instead of "Dragonball Zee". I'm so Canadian, aren't I?
I wish I still have school until forever. Moreso, I wish "this person" goes to the same school as me. (I'll stop that in a couple of months or so, soon.) I'm only leaving 'cause I don't want to live with this aunt, anyway. Not 'cause I don't love this school now.
Spent yesterday night copying Agnes' picture that she had on her Nexus thing. It's not there anymore, but I found it when I was looking through my Temporary Internet Files. (I am such a creep -_-;;) Yeah, I drew a copy of her picture, the one she named "doubleyou-tee-eff", with or without the hyphens, I don't really remember. I'm good at copying ^_^. Except now I feel guilty because this thing I'm reading makes it sound so bad to copy. I took it to school and told my friends that I copied my friend. Haha. I know.
Actually, I don't.
One of my aunt's friends is staying at our house. Of course, she does to her what she does to all her other friends: tell her how stupid I am. That survey thing again, it always comes back to that. Oh, it's dinner time, I'll finish this later.
...
I'm back...Yeah. Well, the survey thing. Somehow, the survey now includes some mention of penis size. Oddly enough, I don't remember any mention of that in the survey. (I'd say that's 'cause she made it up, but I really don't remember. I don't want to be wrong about this). Social is hell; an essay coming up sometime, probably Wednesday, but it might have been Monday, I don't really remember. Oh, right, I was gonna complain about my aunt. I kinda forgot what I was gonna say, but I should just drop it, in any case. If I was a better person and I didn't have any faults to be gossiped about, then this wouldn't have happened. Oh, right...it's gotten so bad she's talking about me and I'm almost right beside her. Dang, but I feel wounded. And of course, just to prove my aunt right in telling her friends how stupid I am, I post my weekly activities online for anyone to see, and my name and age for the pedophiles in my website, which you can find in the side bar here. At least there's no link to here from my site. Really, everything I do online, it's as if I'm begging to be kidnapped and raped by a 'net pedophile.
By the way, the time's wrong, it's that time in Hong Kong when I'm posting. Yeah. Just for today, in any case.
Oh yeah, Agnes, if you don't see me online, can you email those songs to me, to my Gmail address? If you can, thanks.
It happens to me again, I forget what I'm gonna put here.
But anyway...yesterday, I found myself trying to look mad when I couldn't get to my aunt. And feeling as if I ought to be mad, and then trying to look like it. Well, whatever.
My aunt doesn't approve of my wearing the skirts I got to school. Listening to her is hypocrisy; I don't listen to her on other things, so why on this? With that in mind, I set out to do what she told me not to do: I wore the skirt to school (again). Of course, there was another, more legitimate, reason for that. There are two really ugly looking mosquito bites on my leg. And wearing anything other than my skirt would result on it getting rubbed painfully. I didn't wear the skirt today, though...I'm afraid my aunt would see and become upset. And I was right - wearing my jeans did make my mosquito bites sting a lot. I ended up putting band-aids on them, but I hate band-aids, they make my skin feel funny.
My aunt says my skirts are too short, and she told me not to wear it to school. Said something about it making me look...slutty, I guess. Don't really know the translation for the term she used. Well, whatever. Teenage rebelliousness has me wanting to wear them anyway. That I know it's wrong to not listen keeps me from wearing it.
Again, I forget what I was originally going to put here, before the above. I keep doing that. Thinking up what I'll put here, then forgetting it when I get a chance to, then when I don't, I remember it again. It's a vicious cycle, that.
Kind of like the pimple on my face. It forms, refuseds to be popped manually, and then after a couple of days or maybe even a week, it just pops. Then it forms again. And pops. I think it's on its fourth cycle of doing that. It went through a cycle in a day once. I think it was yesterday.
I forgot to add an entry yesterday. 'Cause I was playing this pseudo-Dr. Mario with Amanda.
I wore a mini- short skirt to school yesterday. Didn't wear the high heels because they're pink and they don't match my green shirt.
Turns out I didn't go biking on Tuesday. But I think I will today.
Likely I'll spend my lunch watching Jeremy and Alpesh play dodgeball today.
Going biking today, probably. Given the weather doesn't worsen and rain doesn't pour on us like bird poop. Or whatever.
I like someone now. Just thought I'd broadcast that to complete strangers who don't even care. I might have mentioned that already. Maybe I'm hoping that by doing this, I'd stop liking him before I leave. Probably it'll happen after, but it might happen.
I started playing RuneScape again, though this time because of my friend...whose name is Petrina.
I've not got permission to post her name here, but this is a blog, why do you need permission to put anybody's name in your diary, even if it is accessible to anyone with Internet? And anyway, it's not like I've got permission to post anyone else's name on here either, and I still do.
It's hard to fill this space with something interesting that people would like to read. I'm not implying that I've ever been successful at it, though; just that it's difficult, and I hope you'd forgive me if this all bores you. (There's always the option of not reading this stuff, but I post it for you to read, it'd be a waste of my effort if you didn't read it.)
Going biking today. Hope I don't die somewhere along the way.
I found out I'm not really "normal". "Normal" people...this is what I think they are: They have both a mom and a dad, not separated or divorced, living together. They aren't poor or anything, they have jobs, and one of them works while the other one doesn't. Their kid isn't into drugs, has some average marks (~70%) and has like two or three friends. No disorders anywhere...but then again, what do I know about "normal"? In any case, I doubt that's the norm anyway...most kids' parents are divorced, separated, or whatever. If they aren't, then there might be some disorder somewhere. Or the kid's into drugs. Or smoking. Or they're super-intelligent over-achievers (Alex Chow). Maybe that's just the trend--you have both your parents, and your marks are high (85%+).
I have to go now.
I keep thinking how I'll write this and that here, then I just forget when I get the chance to.
Turns out Ctrl + W only works half the time. But that's good enough for me.
I'm in this cycling club thing now. We went through this road that's like a roller coaster, all zig-zaggy and steep. I crashed and fell. Now I have some scratches on my face and ankle, and some bruises (knee, elbow, and below-knee). But some of those bruises could have been because I got railroaded.
I've to go now.
Went to a party yesterday. Amanda's. Bowled, lost horribly until they started messing over each other's score by pressing the restart button over and over again.
I only said all that 'cause I forgot what I was really supposed to post here. I remembered it last night. I couldn't sleep last night. Until like one. Then I woke up at like four, and couldn't sleep until like six. And I had trouble waking up when it was like seven-thirty.
You probably already know this ('cause I know it)...Ctrl + W does what Alt + F4 does. No plus sign, though ^_~.
There's a computer project I have to do (not right now, though...). Make a logo, make an ad for something. Make the company, too. So I did. I drew a cute kitty logo and put some hearts near it. I thought I'd sell french maids in the ad, but then I found out they were too prony. (Yes, "prony") So I'm doing an ad for cat food instead. It's called Fritz, Food For Felines. I'll post it somewhere if I can, when I'm done.
I have to leave now.
It's been a while since I put anything here. If I remember, I'll start posting again. Oh heck, it's been so long the Neglected Posterboard's already been on the brink of expiration twice already. Today may be a third, but I don't know...I'll check another day.
Expended $46 and some cents into a game I had before, FFTA. 'Cause my friend had it and wanted to battle me in it so she told me to get it. And I did. I'm so easily influenced by my friends ^_~
Were it that my brain is as existent as my aunt thinks it is (which is not at all), she'd actually have a valid reason to keep me at home the way she does.
I'd gone so far as to burn the receipt, and here I am, posting it on the most public place in the world. And I think my name's on this thing, so that just makes it doubly bad. Maybe she's right about me after all.
