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i think i'm bipolar. i was all hyper and in a good mood this weekend and it's kind of died down to right now where i am sitting in the dark, carrying my purse, typing like a pyschopath, wishing death to all men, and complaining like hell... random.
my perm has officially died after uh, three days of getting it. damn this straight, asian hair. i thought a PERM was supposed to be PERMANENT...for at least like three months. who cares? it's hair. i read this article where the hair of hindu virgins is being made into extensions. that is so screwed up. these poor indian women who have been growing their hair out for years (as well as being celibate) sacrifice their hair for a religious ceremony (so they can get blessed) and then this hair gets scalped and shipped to the western hemisphere where it can be sold for like a thousand dollars to ignorant, balding a-list celebrities. hinduism is a dumb religion.
i hate parties. everybody is the same. i don't know why i even go to them. and you know it's a boring randolph party when somebody brings up AP classes and play "never have i ever" to brag about all the shit they've done, while the parents are upstairs. you guys need to go get laid for real. then go smoke some crack. become a walking STD. then go brag some more.
ALL GUYS ARE EITHER BYUNGAES OR BABOS. oh yea, showing off my korean skills. it's a wonder what asian dramas and hot asian guys (like i've ever met one...hoho) can do to your linguistic abilities.
i'm going to go sleep off this madness.
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[08 Jul 2006|08:53pm] |
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i need to stop watching these asian dramas. i need to get a life, but they are so damn addicting. if anybody wants any dramas (like anybody is interested), i copied a bunch of favorites lately and made them into compressed DVDs, but they're with chainsaw right now. well, today i discovered the J-DORAMA. yes, japanese drama. think korean sadness multipled by 32945 and taiwanese cuteness multipled by 9819017 thrown together in fewer than 15 episodes.
1) meteor garden (my first love! who can not like F4? taiwanese drama.)
2) my name is kim-samsoon (sort of like a korean version of bridget jones, but funnier)
3) all in (about korean gangsters and gamblers)
4) it started with a kiss (retarded girl + genius boy = annoying plot, but i like it because it's random/cute)
5) my girl (i got abs from laughing at how stupid the couple was)
6) full house (word: rain)
right now) one litre of tears (a life-altering, cheesy japanese drama that is literally making me cry a gallon of tears)
the world cup is BLAH compared to dramas. wimbledon is ever BLAH-ER. next up: the summer transfer merry-go-round.
my brother is at the lake for the weekend, so i'm going to PARTY.
uh, guitar hero is the best video game ever. move over, halo and final fantasy.
my arms are peeling now. weaktjpsodigapodikjglak;sdf;.
i'm failing my mission horribly.
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[02 Jul 2006|01:46pm] |
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sorry kids. i decided to stop being lazy and make this friends only.
so if you don't have a livejournal, that means you can't read this.
1. COMMENT
2. ADD
3. READ
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| my year |
[31 Dec 2005|02:17pm] |
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Take the first sentence (or two) from the first post of each month of 2005. That's your year in review.
JANUARY:
i don't think i'm ever going to leave the house again.
i was at Tara's house for about a day & a half and come home to find we have a new Lexus SUV, my bed is made (shocking...i think somebody other than me slept in it), my brother's bunk is gone, a clean garage, and so forth.
FEBRUARY:
days like these should be spent by sleeping. humans should hibernate, but we're too dumb to.
MARCH:
i finished 1984. it was a mighty good book.
[lame sentence for march because that was like the best month ever. chicago and spain.]
APRIL:
My parents have decided to ballroom dance again.
MAY:
Today was a wasted day. All I did was sleep through my classes. Ha. African sleeping sickness.
[little sentences]
JUNE:
[june deserves two excerpts from two different posts. just because. crazy night --> TIP]
i think i'm going to label myself anti-social and become a hermit. it's to salvage my sanity and my happiness.
the marginal opportunity costs of updating are 10 wasted minutes, 0 comments, and being tardy to dinner.
JULY:
the 4th dimension fascinates me with its deceptions.
i just ate a costco-sized box of nerds.
AUGUST:
the past couple of days:
- lake
- sprinting 4 times around lowe's while pushing heidi in a cart (i make a good maniac)
SEPTEMBER:
it's labor day weekend and i am sick.
OCTOBER:
i don't care about adipose and vespasian and oxidation because it's fall break.
i get to see GERRRRARD WAY tonight!!
NOVEMBER:
birthdays make me sad.
one year less until the end.
DECEMBER:
her head fell down on her arm on the counter.
"it's no use, lady," said the old bum beside her.
my entries in the beginning of the year were so godawful apathetic, boring, and depressing. i also managed to find my list of resolutions from the beginning of this year...let's see now:
oh and about resolutions?
- make my bed every morning [I DID THAT!]
- increase the level of my mad baking skills [I DID THIS TOO! EVEN INCREASED MY COOKING SKILLS!]
- tolerate Chinese opera and every kind of other Asian music there is [WHAT KIND OF RESOLUTION WAS THIS...?!]
- pay more attention in math class [HAHAHA...SOMEHOW I'M PAYING LESS ATTENTION THAN BEFORE]
- DO NOT beat up little boys called Alan [THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN.]
- be nice to certain people. ahem. [I FORGOT WHO I WAS TALKING ABOUT IN THIS ONE.]
- try not to embarrass myself anymore in public. as in walking into trashcans and walls. [URMM...STUPID RESOLUTION. I DON'T CARE.]
- find a date to homecoming for me and egbaria [SORRY MIRA]
all my resolutions from last year were pretty much pointless because i didn't even remember i had resolutions until i did that year in review. so new resolutions?
RESOLUTIONS 2006
- own world history II
- do so well that no teacher will ever say i'm slacking again
- try and motivate myself to get all A+'s, like my curly-haired latino friend, while not becoming a psycho grade whore
- attempt to learn some more chinese
- hang out with my family more (beating them up would qualify as hanging out)
- exercise more and eat healthy!
i think that works. let's see how far i can last. motivation. hope everyone has a good new year's. my mom's throwing like this huge party tomorrow. great.
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[28 Dec 2005|10:57pm] |
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i spent 25% of christmas day at a movie theater. weird tradition, huh? king kong and then harry potter in IMAX. the latter is a little overrated, but considering it was midnight and i was thinking about the bird flu and ted koppel the whole time...
we opened presents on the morning of christmas eve. haha, how unorthodox! my aunt, uncle, and cousin came over for a big brunch i didn't cook. i think everybody enjoyed my presents this year. no pickled salt. no dead batteries. no imagination. no surprise. i got a load of shoes. metaphorically speaking, of course. five more "just the right shoes" to add to my collection. i have no idea where my family got the idea that i like collecting ceramic, two-inch long right shoes... i just made my aunt buy me one two years ago because it was the cheapest thing in the store and i felt bad for wasting her money. anyways, doesn't matter. i still got shoes... no pun.
so then for the rest of christmas weekend, we stayed at the gaylord opryland hotel in nashville. i like that place A LOT. all nature-y and stuff... lots of memories - all silvery and thread-like. we used to go there every year because my parents think it's the easiest place to have a vacation, but then we stopped going for a while when my grandpa died. i would post pictures, but they're a pain to download, resize, and then upload.
well, to sum it all up, i ate A LOT of sushi and paella, ran A LOT around the place trying to chase down my cousin (including in the pool...), and posed for A LOT of photos. oh, and of course, shopped A LOT with my mom... she dragged me to two malls in one day. oh yea, for all those girls who want to be all designer-ish, you can have my mom. she was on the verge of splurge. shoes, jeans, bags, sunglasses, furcoats... but in the end, she didn't get anything. she just splurged at banana republic instead.
so i'm done with atlas shrugged. and i'm working for the week. can't believe school starts next wednesday...sick.
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| the shortest day of the year |
[21 Dec 2005|05:53pm] |
i think those "no more school! no tests, quizzes, exams, homework! two weeks of freedom!" posts have been overdone and cliche, so i don't have to post one and bore you to death.
so i finished all of my christmas shopping yesterday at the mall with sydney. i'm such a bad shopper. i just get whatever looks nice. i don't really look at the price until it's on the receipt, which i will lose later. i spent like $20 on kate spade stationary for my aunt and my mom, and i doubt they will notice. brand names... :\ so by the time, i left the mall, i had absolutely no money left. just more jingling of change. i also shoplifted by accident. well, the store is closing down and i think they will be glad that i helped them get rid of extra merchandise. merry christmas.
i finished all my gift wrapping today. i am very proud because i usually procrastinate it until five minutes before we open presents. my skillz have suffered, but i guess that's why bags and gift cards were invented.
so here are the anticipated pictures from meg's...
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| and you can't stop thinking about her/// |
[17 Dec 2005|10:32pm] |
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FOUR DOWN.
THREE MORE.
i can make it.
hopefully.
i remember when i was eager to update this thing everyday... sad really. it's because i felt like everything that happened to me had to be heard and it had to be important because i knew secretly that no one cared.
well, i went to the nutcracker today with my family. all my cousins and aunts and uncles... major headache, so i really didn't get to enjoy it. i think the best part was running around downtown trying to find our car. i like walking fast. somehow my mom parked it in a "no trespassing" lot, so it felt like we were criminals. so my cousins, kenny and brenda, are leaving tomorrow. i'm sort of sad. not because i'm emotionally attached to them, but because i want them to go home.
i just realized there's two more weeks left in this year. and i'm still writing 2003 on my papers and i still mess up the days and months. i remember i was on the car when i was eight and i told my mom that eight years from now would take forever to reach. one more year, i guess.
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| they won't love you like i love you |
[11 Dec 2005|09:49pm] |
the good news is that i have not given up on my beloved livejournal. the bad news is that i won't have time to really update this for another week probably.
i have nice, juicy bruises on each of my legs. a rainbow of hemoglobin.
on page 637. i've been skimming.
i'm not looking forward to christmas break. we're not going to chicago anymore because my dad doesn't want to drive and my mom doesn't want to buy plane tickets.
LES EXAMENS.
have a good week.
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| it's a sin to write this |
[04 Dec 2005|11:44am] |
her head fell down on her arm on the counter.
"it's no use, lady," said the old bum beside her.
she had to raise her head. she had to smile in amusement, at him and at herself.
"it isn't?" she asked.
"no. forget it. you're only fooling yourself."
"about what?"
"about anything being worth a damn. it's dust, lady, all of it, dust and blood. don't believe the dreams they pump you full of, and you won't get hurt."
"what dreams?"
"the stories they tell you when you're young [...]"
so far i'm on page 168 out of 1074. this is the one and only thing on my christmas wishlist: a paperback copy of atlas shrugged, so i won't have to hog the library copies. i just like the christmas spirit. giving gifts is more enjoyable than opening them. making people happy makes me feel better. when i'll tell my parents this is what i want, they'll think i'm crazy...again. they think i'm insane because when they offer me money, i refuse. i don't want their money. i don't need it. when they give me money, it feels like they don't care. they just give me money to make amends.
so the thunder woke me up today. ten hours of sleep in a while. my dream was really odd. i was in chicago, i think, and everybody was waiting in lines on the streets. i was running. then thunder shook me and then i heard the silence once and for all.
anyways...debate tournament at oak mountain was very interesting yesterday. the debating was stupid, but the rest of the time was ok. i hate how guys are so full of themselves and then that makes them intolerant. NBA may be the most culturally diverse sports league in the world, but it isn't the most culturally tolerant. sad, scary, and random...wow. didn't mean to scare you.
ah. red cross gift wrapping.
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kurt: i'm turning in a homework pass
mrs. santos and rest of class: OH MY GOD. this needs to be marked down on the calendar.
tara: is this like a national atheist holiday?!
wow.
thanksgiving was pretty good.
i'm too lazy to post a picture entry.
so you can just have a looky look right
HERE
family makes me happy. i don't really know why.
back to the old ways now.
hoping i have time to read atlas shrugged.
hahaha. nosy.
who is john galt?
huh?
huh?
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[22 Nov 2005|11:46pm] |
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ok. so i am mendacious and capricious. i have been listening to the same song over and over again while i have been writing this entry.
sorry if my misery rubbed off on you guys... meredith grey is right. miserable people should not be allowed to mix with cheerful people. except i think that she likes being depressed and miserable because it makes her seem more pitiful. and that lures hot guys? i don't know, just my philosophy. mary wollstonecraft would have nu-uhed grey's anatomy because in some sense, it's trying to say women are the inferior sex. if you don't believe me, we can go debate about it over coffee. :)
well, the good news is that i'm back to my usual chipper mood again. ha, i love that word. who i am hates who i have been. a crummy radio station was playing that song and it totally reminded me of myself, in an unselfish way. everything i pouted and sulked over about this weekend seems so minute now. i always think about how horrible my life is and then i remind myself that at least i'm not a overworked, malnourished orphan with a bloated abdomen in a third world country with trematodes in my bloodstream and dying of cholera. pardon the incorrect parallelism, but i'm trying to make my point. anyways, sometimes i think we forget about our privileges. we take everything for granted. so this thanksgiving, i am really grateful for everything.
when you think you have it all figured out, you don't. life is undefinable. there is an equal amount of bumps and joys in life. might as well live it to its full potential because you never know what's going to happen afterwards.
ok, i'm just rambling on. oh well, that's the good thing about these online blog thingys. you never run out of room and your hand never gets sore. so maybe an overview of my day, just in case my memory dies...
HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE IS NOT BAD. only cowards admit that harry potter is dumb. well, the movie is really good. i think it captured the angsty teenagerisms really well and crafted the plot very cleverly. i'm such a bad moviewatcher. i like laugh, snort, and yawn at the most inconvenient times. sorry jason, swapna, bianca, callie, anika about that, if i ruined the movie for you. hehe. cho chang had the weirdest accent, don't ya reckon, 'arry? accents are sexy unless they are high-pitched, nasal, southern accents that are accompanied with spittle...
party at cazadores was pretty fun. me, swapna, adrie, and colleen ate through 4 baskets of chips... haha. nous mangeons comme les cochons. i wish i brought my camera, but somebody promised to email me pictures. mental note. i don't know why, but hanging out makes me sad because i keep thinking that we're going to graduate in 2.5 years and might not ever see each other again. pessimism kicks in again.
my mom just went on a shopping spree at banana republic. she says, "if you bought over $100, they give you a $20 discount..." if you think about it, not falling for the trap was the better choice because you don't end up spending any money at all. tricky tricky economists. DAVID SCHUMACHER. eyebrows. god. i miss those days. oh well, i have 5 new shirts.
that poem we read in english today... i usually hate poetry, but i really liked this one. maybe because it doesn't talk about sappy, surreal love? maybe because it doesn't conform to orthodox dogma? cows have 4 stomachs.
hahaha. i'm procrastinating "studying" for my permit test tomorrow. wish me luck, just in case it's too early in the morning. joy, i get my hair chopped off tomorrow because my mom doesn't like it because it looks like every other asian girls. might as well dye it puke green. i could care less as long as it doesn't look greasy.
bonsoir.
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[19 Nov 2005|09:36pm] |
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except i have nothing to say.
damn blogger's block
and an apathetic life.
bama sucks. auburn sucks.
i can't wait until college basketball begins for real.
they need a whole foods in huntsville before i die of hunger.
HIATUS.
life is teaching me to die.
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| ode to my mom |
[16 Nov 2005|07:58pm] |
sometimes i wish you would just shut up.
it's in my head already that everything is my fault
and everything i do is just a careless mistake.
i lie because i just want to postpone that screaming.
it's not my fault though that i received your "storytelling" genes.
i especially love it when you get so angry, you turn red
and then you blow that waft of halitosis onto my face.
yes, i deserve to be punished by our confucian ancestors.
so after that math test dominated me AGAIN, my mom added more to the joy.
life is like this right now:
- try to get 6 hours of sleep without legs cramping up
- cram on the car, during homeroom, in class, between classes, break, lunch, before sleep
- the one senior i totally despise is going to quebec
- teacher telling me that i am slacking off and not meeting her expectations because i don't have a high A (i hated myself the entire period when i got my test back)
- literally lost in translation and confused with electrons
okay, i'm tired of being asian.
thank god, next week is turkey day.
haha.
i'm going on a hunger strike.
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| sucky soirée |
[10 Nov 2005|09:19pm] |
so now i'm officially giving up.
no more mistakes.
no more embarrassments.
no more awkwardness.
no more insomnia.
no more nightmares.
no more being angsty.
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| the trombone was invented on my birthday. the trombone was invented yesterday. |
[07 Nov 2005|09:08pm] |
birthdays make me sad.
one year less until the end.
everybody get off the interstate!
i was watching my three year old cousin today.
and i wondered when she would change
for the better or the worse.
why is usually the latter?
"her heart caught on FIRE during her FIFTH open-heart surgery and she's still ALIVE?!!"
how i love my sunday nights.
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| ignorance was bliss |
[31 Oct 2005|09:43pm] |
this day (halloween) makes me nostalgic.
i miss those innocent days, when the worst thing that happened was when i dropped my fruit rollup in the sandbox. i would come home from school and i would watch arthur. my nanny would make me some snacks and that would have made up for the lost fruit rollup.
i hate how i didn't appreciate things enough back then. everything is so twisted now. junk food is damned because the age of being model skinny has dawned on us. arthur was cancelled, so it's all reruns now. and my nanny is lying in some obsolete hospital in china, dying of osteoporosis.
you know...that day she fell down the stairs and broke her back, my mom called me. i was at tip.
after she left, she told me she missed me all the time and i felt bad because i never told her i missed her. it was, still is, hard for me to show emotion. after the call, i crawled onto the dorm bed and cried for a while because i knew it was too late to say, "i miss you."
wow, that was really sappy, but it's the truth.
so halloween in my neighborhood is getting lamer and lamer because we are all growing up. exactly 2 kids showed up and i presented them with costco-sized candy bars. they didn't even mutter a "thank you!"
oh yea, i finally turned in that history term paper on pol pot. i can't wait until i'm a dictator of something. god, i'm craving chicken.
basically, i tried to get rid of some of my angst in this entry, but it didn't really work. so yea, a sad entry to end a sad day.
OH! one more thing, i had to take some "diversity" pictures at school for some "diversity" campaign. that is just like saying, "amie, you're a chink." it was ridiculous.
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| have you seen my unicorn? |
[23 Oct 2005|06:37pm] |
i saw those 40 british kids again.
they were eating at my dad's restaurant.
isn't that random?
PERFORATED PEPPERONI.
bone chiller kicked coccyx. haha...no.
you guys did awesome.
i laughed really hard when the people "died".
my aunt and uncle are back from hawaii.
they got me a hula skirt and coconuts.
sweet. they look good on my brother.
so my entries are sort of boring when i'm sleepy/apathetic/uninteresting.
i'm dreading this week. so much stuff to do.
which basically means i have a quiz and a test everyday.
homework should have a more appealing name.
i feel bad for japanese kids.
seppuku IS the better route.
too bad i'm a wimp.
but the thought of that sword slicing through entrails is comforting.
HA, JUST JOSHING.
i'm just curious about death.
i probably think about it more than guys think about sex.
the bird flu is in great britain.
wilma is hitting florida.
blacks are killing hispanics.
i'm wearing a trucker hat and writing haikus.
and my cousin is preaching about the existence of unicorns to me in her 3 year old jargon.
"it's the end of the world as we know it..." as my good friends, REM, once sang.
EHEU.
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| cool is for fools |
[19 Oct 2005|08:44pm] |
muahaha. evil laughter. i told you i was going to get a layout with hard-to-see text and links. i'll change it before it becomes unbearable.
this weekend was pretty awesome. hoover scholar's bowl tournament, where we were stalked by some half-korean dude from lanett, alabama. experienced some crazy shit on the van. then went to the JCL pasta-making and that was okay. meteor garden during chinese school. then the weekday had to come.
i have come to the conclusion that i am the most unphotogenic person ever. since this picture has been posted all over the randolph website, might as well post it here because i haven't had a picture post in a long time...
that chocolate chip pancake was delicious, by the way.
dude, i had homework in all 7 subjects today. it sucked, but those teacher comments were hilarious. mme. wackenhut included "smile" in her comment for the 4th year in a row!
i've been really tired. i was watching lou dobbs on CNN and i fell asleep for like 2 hours... exciting, huh? somewhere between the consciousness and unknown, i heard news about wilma, saddam's trial, and illegal immigrants. then i started thinking/dreaming about the decline of america. it was pretty sweet, unlike counter factual history. it all began with the natural disasters: katrina, rita, wilma. they wreaked havoc on the oil resources, which resulted in a shortage of trade and agriculture. then the national treasury was being drained by long, futile wars overseas and corruption. a series of weak leaders and judges led to rebellion and unrest in the country.
just a few crazy thoughts. that would be really cool to read in a futuristic history book. but then again, history books now still tell lies.
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