to let the walls around me burn

so raquel, ben, aloni, and i were talking about band one day, and i told them that they must drive out this next pavia dude to keep up the tradition of a new band teacher every year. yeah you know how defense against the dark arts is the "cursed" position at hogwarts?...well let's just say band is its counterpart at op.

sooo then we got to listing out all band teachers we've had in the past.
i think the count for me was 8 in the past...7 years since 6th grade. lemme see if i can do this again without my fellow bandmates' help...

1. massey

...dang.

alright so i failed. i've asked ben and he's very kindly provided me with the memory that am obviously incapable of recalling. here is the new and (very)improved list:

1. massey
2. steuben (for some reason i only clearly remember a "mr. stupin")
3. macintyre
4. zavala
5. williams (now rosner)
6. young
7. walker
8. cissell
9. kelley

...hrm. okay. so i've had ...9 teachers..though i thought it was 8. even better. alright. so maybe some don't really count...observe:

1. massey - (6th grade) supposedly the best band teacher ever. carried the whole op band program on his back in fact. too bad he left us for a job in...like arkansas (yeah i know...what?). loved to make threats (his fav: hanging students by their toes) and throw his baton at kids that messed up (which was not so good for me cause i sat right in front of him, as he so kindly pointed out).

2. steuben/stupin - (7th) i still swear his name was stupin...perhaps this is what middle school peer brainwashing does to you. i just remember having discussions about this with friends and being very grateful my name was hsieh...better one that's hard to say than...a bit too easy to say.

3. macintyre - (8thalmost) if i remember correctly...he didn't like us much. nor cared...in fact, he studied for another job at the same time...and then left us cause he had some big report due and couldn't handle us kiddies anymore. had hair that only jerks would have. oh. and the flute section loved to steal his baton.

4. zavala - (8thkinda) took over for macintyre. big like indian/black dude with a ponytail. wore leather jackets and sunglasses. tried to intimidate us by telling us he worked with like delinquents in l.a. before or something like that. big man with stiff movements is generally what i thought of him.

5. williams - (9th-10th) awesomest band teacher since massey. understood kids and actually cared about band program so much so that she decided to go back to mcms to make sure kids got a proper start in band (dammit) despite our whining and begging for her to stay. longest lasting teacher since massey as well (2 years). improved band program again, patched things up. thought it was all too good to be true...which it was. knows that i like the smell of tide (don't ask). also only female band teacher we've had(cissell doesn't really count). is now mrs. rosner.

6. young - (11th-12thalmost) mostly just one thing: BAAHHH!! >:) lasted 1.75 yrs (whew almost thought he'd break the curse). dances in funny, jerky way. doesn't understand the concept of actually conducting at football games. tried to revive band but failed. has bad taste in design. does not understand why i could not fit wind ensemble into my schedule and why calculus is more important than band...even after half of the year passed by. won't shuddup about jazz and miles davis. favored his creation: ophs jazz band. also is oblivious to actually choosing songs to FIT FOR an occassion...insists on condemning all rock and styles other than classical and jazz as not music.

7. walker - (12thkinda) flute extraordinaire. famous in the music/movie industry. prof at usc. my former tennis-mate's father. expected me to go to usc, play tennis AND play the clarinet in their ubermarching band without dying first. first met him at a tennis match after thinking...why does my teammate's father look so much like mr. walker...shuddup i'm dense. will always probably just remember me as the clarinet-playing-tennis-captain. took over concert band with cissell near the end of my high school career.

8. cissell - (12thkinda) band peeps see her as an annoying blabbermouth. this is caused by the band's rivalry with the choir...which it absolutely does not compare to, and cissell's tendency to unknowingly torture band kids by making them stay two hours extra at band/choir performances through the scheduling of 238493 choir songs inbetween every one of the band's songs...and then inserting 30 minute speeches for every one of her songs. pride is not a problem until it starts affecting others. sad thing is, she actually tried very hard to help band kids in the end (we just didn't give a shit). helped walker teach/manage concert band.

9. kelley - (12thkinda) took over wind ensemble and jazz band. doesn't really count as my teacher, but i just like to think so anyways because i was forced into wind ensemble for a short period of time. supposedly a very cool teacher...but of course, like every other cool teacher, he was only here for a very short while.

...and the future 10. pavia. which i will not have, of course. rumor has it he's french (which reminds me..i must see the new french teacher as well). but i dunno. will surely go see him at least once. we have yet to see how it all goes...

hopefully not well. >:) you might call me mean but..

WE MUST KEEP THE TRADITION ALIVE AND STRONG!!
LONG LIVE THE CURSE

my head is a box, and that's the way i like it

i really dunno why. but i haven't been this paranoid in a while.

the inability to release goosebumps...and considering it is this late, and i cannot sleep yet have an intense headache from fatigue...i kinda feel a mix between being constipated on the inside, unable to breathe properly, unusually cold yet still sweating, wanting to cry, vomit, and yell all at the same time. basically, my brain is confused.

yeah it's pretty sexy.

i can't bring myself to turn off the lights or music, i dread getting off the internet and ending my aim conversations, and i really really want to call people just to hear another human being's voice.

i also have this urge to wake up my entire family. but that would require opening my door...and i can't even bring myself to go towards it. plus...you never know if your family could...youknow....or like find them...omg STOP

alright. when you start doubting your own blood relation/imagining bad things involving them...you know you have a paranoia problem.

and it's not even a recent development or anything. i've been like this since when i was really, really small. it's probably innate or something. sometimes i think my imagination is a little too vivid.

what i need is like a friend or something. someone i trust. someone that won't sleep and keep me company...perhaps even a dog...actually. the daytime is also quite nice...except i also get paranoid sometimes in broad daylight. ...god why is my heart rate so fast. someone save me. o_o

dang. i will probably end up falling asleep on this laptop and wake up with the same music on replay for the 23849th time and the lights all burnt out in the morning.

my life is quite sad.

what you can't change is loneliness

so i'm boycotting the agoura hills mann. because the peeps there are fugging asses.

so sharon and i go to see "beerfest." it is rated r. i forget they are trained to be total assholes. we try getting tickets. we are asked for id (which pisses me off). i pass, sharon doesn't. in a state of confusion we buy one for beerfest and one for..."how to eat fried worms." stupid.

we start going in. i give the tickets together hoping they don't read it (like at the promenade cause they're lazy =D). well ms. crabby patty does. and is like you know these are different movies right. i'm like yeah (i'm not fugging stupid.) and she's flustered and thus decides to pretend she is our mother and tells us to make sure not to go into beerfest. i roll my eyes and am like sure whatever.

she let's us go. but i'm not that stupid. poor sharon is shaken. i am ready to kill a small animal...thus rendering me almost superhuman with alertness... and i keep a casual watch on her.

luckily so too cause while i was buying my popcorn and complaining with sharon...i notice the ticket girl just getting off of a walky talky and looking away suspiciously right when i glanced in her direction. bitch.

almost immediately, i catch a blur disappearing behind the concessions stand but was snapped back to attention when the popcorn dude went that'll be 5.25. damn, i thought...but continued to talk to sharon like nothing was up.

after gettign popcorn i told sharon they were being bitches and so we pass the employees now stationed at "beerfest" and went to "how to eat fried worms." sharon was utterly embarrassed and guilty still.

i ...was utterly pissed.

yousee. i'm 18. i'm going to college. i've had about as much as i can already stand with people telling me what the fuck i can or cannot do. i'm ready to go out into the world...and... piss on anything that pisses me off just so i can make myself literally and graphically understood. or something like that (and only when i know the result won't be of too much consequence cause um. i'm still a wimp/geek at heart =P).

so in the theater (which only had one family with two small children in it), i start planning our next move. i figured that 10 min of previews for "beerfest" had gone by and our current movie would be just starting at about the same time. 5 more min and beerfest would actually start for real. time was running out.

by this time sharon was starting to get really angry too, which was perfect cause i sent her out to the bathroom to check if the coast was clear. during her trip out, i thought of calling her and telling her just to go straight into "beerfest" afterwards but apparently they cut out the service in there too. dickheads.

sharon arrives back and reports the coast is clear. we decide well fuck this we're getting out money back and going to the promenade where the people are cooler. we go out...luckily right as another movie got out...

on the spur of the moment our devil little angry asian girl sides came out, and we impulsively follow the flow and break off at the end...right into "beerfest" baby. by that time a bit of the movie had started but not much. sharon was guilty as hell again, and i was still plain pissed yet devilishly satisfied that we beat those suckas.

bouts of paranoia did come up a bit throughout the movie but for the most part my anger and recklessness overruled all. screw them was my mantra tonight.

unfortunately, the movie wasn't even good. initially when sharon asked me if i wanted to see it i was really skeptical...but boredom finally caved me in. i mean. it was ...what it looks and sounds like. another mindless for-idiots movie full of racist, sexist, slapstick, potty, druggy, drunk jokes that only racist, sexist, slapstick, potty, druggy, drunk boys in large groups would really enjoy. we found out why it was rated really, really r. this is what happens when you try to pass the time. like really, pass the time.

i really feel as if this summer, i have graduated into a fullfledged man. god, like seriously.

*****

on a different note, got home and my sis asked me for some advice and help. do not know why i was so willing to help and give up so much time to do so, but it required me to draw again. draw...animals. upon reflection, perhaps it was some inner crazyshiz passion that gripped me like in some cheesy movie, possessing my mind, making it slave to the renewed nostalgia of what i used to love to do.

damn i was so outta practice. but a bit of warming up, and i remembered why i loved it so long ago. such a long time of trying to stop it, and i thought i'd learned to live without it. but damn my sis couldn't stop or shut me up right then...i kept going and going and going. good thing was, it made her darn excited...two good things in one. and i didn't even have to try. hrm.

opened another fugging can of worms. again. always tend to do that. never learn... i'm so human. what is this thing called passion. i hate it. like extremes.

goddammit. it drives people craaaaazy.

so easy how we come undone

today i had to once again face one of my many fears. talking to parents/people i do not know well. alright. so maybe it's not as much as a "fear" than perhaps just something i don't enjoy much cause of the nervousness it causes.

yes, i took my sis to her middle school registration and as a result, met people that i and/or my sis knew...thus forcing me into the act of striking up conversation and trying hard not to come off (too)rude for both my sis's middle-schooler-ohno-pleasepleasePLEASE- don't-make-me-look-bad sake, my parents' sake, and everybody else who is connected to me in some foreign way's sake...oh and, of course, my own. because i'm a good sister like that. but not. because you all know the real reason is due to my pitiful submission to a coercive set of rules and mannerisms embedded deep into this overarching, oppressive systematic force we call...SOCIETY.

i have no idea what i just said, but damn did it sound good. yup. i'm ready for college folks.

which reminds me. the other night we saw "accepted." not the best movie around but the vote between "snakes on a plane" and "accepted" for better movie was pretty much split so...i'll let you decide. however, there is one quote that i absolutely have to take note of just because. it is the following:

so remember... in college, you'll have the best four years of your life. and then you're f-BLEEP(blackout)

it pretty much rivals samuel l. jackson's immortal "snakes on a plane" quote i am sick and tired of these muthafuckin' snakes on this muthafuckin' plane! yes, amazing.

so before my sis's registration, i'd just gotten back from a little camp outing by the beach with the very cool jackie, shirley, alex, paul, elmer, and gabe. now you'd think (like us) that mosquitoes don't really have any business at the beach and are pretty much naturally restricted from the area by gusting winds that make it near fugging impossible to start a fire for maybe your fugging grill for a few fugly hotdogs rawrgh!...

where was i. ohyeah. so you'd think we'd have a fun beachy time. but NO. the frigging place was infested by man-eating moquitoes that ate your face off. elmer kindly informed me that mosquitoes are more attracted to peeps with higher acidity in their blood...esp those who eat lots of MEAT.

that was when i realized i was done for. upon arriving home i counted around 10 bites on my face and 10 more around various parts of my body.

besides that it was fun. it got dark fast. so we ate. and sat. and ate and sat. played pictionary. made eachother angrily insane with riddles. and decided to walk down the coast after dinner...except the tide rose...rendering some of us utterly wet and the rest of us cold anyways. so we had no choice but to begin our journey back...on the rocks, which was quite uncomfortable for those of us without shoes. heh

we get back eventually and go back to sitting in the dark. talking. attempting to play truth or truth (but failing multiple times). more talking. playing mind boggling games you would never play unless you were also bored and stuck in the dark with nothing else to do. and yet more riddles.

and then all of the sudden paul had to ruin the moment with his fugging scary stories. goddammit. he succeeded in making shirley and i scream in horror...like fullout scream...and i learned that night that i screamed like a man. like naturally, on impulse...instead of your everyday classic high-pitched, window-breaking female scream. it was more like a (veryfriggingloud)yell i'd say. um yeah.

so that shook shirley and i up for the rest of the night/morning...and shirley's fidgeting and loud yelps afterwards during paul's followup anedotes (or attempts to...don't think we let him continue talking after) did not help calm my upset nerves. i once again have a reason to fear the darkness. thanks paul.

so things cooled down eventually...and elmer wouldn't let us sleep until someone played snaps with him and until he'd woken up several other peeps at home with phonecalls at 2am. all in all, we all fall asleep by 3am.

and wake at 5:45am.

it was glorious. water dripping on our faces from tent condensation. infiltration by mosquitoes into our sleeping quarters. hot-cold-hot-cold syndrome. and general discomfort.

so we chill in the tent, listening to music till around 7 and then decide to get outta there before we come out looking like walking carcasses. the boys want to go get some grub, and so we start heading for ihop. of course then alex is indecisive and cheap so he convinces everyone to go crash jeanine's place instead. they invade her pantry for some sodas and her fridge for food.

due to intense lack of sleep they get tired after around 40 minutes and decide to go home for some hygiene and r.e.m. (no, not the band...or actually i guess you could too). i get home around 8:40am, thus ending our wonderful great adventure.

[edit]
just found this from some medical journal online:
some of the worst mosquito populations exist along coastal areas
damn we're smart.

cause the world got in your way

okay. call me a geek or a plebe but systemrequirementslab is le awesomely awesome. originally found it while searching for if i needed a better graphics card to play the sims 2 (cause i'm bored and i wanna make pixelated images woohoo to pass the time)...now i'm addicted and can't stop testing my computer for other games i know i will never touch in my life just because i can (you'll know what i'm talking about when you try it).

...or maybe i'm just really easily amused.

it's okay. it's probably my greatest attribute...or something like that o_0

i'll become what you became to me

i was desperately bored enough to actually go and find myself a blog meme to do. yup. that's my life for ya =D

10 FAVORITES

Favorite Color: GREEEEEEEEN o_0
Favorite Food: does just plain meat count?
Favorite Month: december
Favorite Song: tiny vessels - death cab for cutie
Favorite Movie: here are just some i like - lion king, spirited away, harold and kumar go to white castle
Favorite Sport: one of them must be
Favorite Season: winter
Favorite Day of the week: friday
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: rite aid's chocolate chip baby
Favorite Time of Day: midnight probably

9 CURRENTS

Current Mood: could be better yaknow
Current Taste: um. sexy?
Current Clothes: pjs w00t
Current Desktop: calvin and hobbes =D
Current Toenail Color: what toenails are supposed to be colored, bitches
Current Time: 11:40pm
Current Surroundings: probably my room
Current Thoughts: "dammit! i ran outta cherries!"

8 FIRSTS

First Best Friend: what do you mean by "first." and what do you mean by "best." hah no i'm just being difficult. ricky was his name. he was fat. and short. and moved to NY after kindergarten.
First Kiss: probably one that my parents gave me as a tiny baby that i would have no memory at all of
First Screen Name: ydissac218
First Pet: two leetle feeshies, oreo and max
First Piercing: um. no?
First Crush: why is it called a crush anyways.
First CD: probably n'sync or some (awesomely awesome)shit like that

7 LASTS

Last Cigarette: what would have been a couple weeks ago if i did accept my dad's offer of trying one in taiwan.
Last Drink: water baby. cool and crisp =D
Last Car Ride: just a couple hours ago...monterey park dudes.
Last Kiss: probably one i gave to my dad on the cheek as he dropped me off to school in say...1st grade
Last Movie Seen: SNAKES ON A PLANE!! muthafuckas
Last Phone Call: ironically one to jeanine concerning the matter of a lost cell phone (cause i'm just responsible like that)
Last CD Played: give up - the postal service

6 HAVE YOU EVERS

Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: nada
Have You Ever Broken the Law: mebbe
Have You Ever Been Arrested: oh loads of times...not.
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: you (probably)wish
Have You Ever Been on TV: i'm sure a sexy person like me has had to have been on tv at least 5839432 times.
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: that's odd.

5 THINGS

Thing You're Wearing: eyebrows. actually no, i'm pretty sure they're real.
Thing You've Done Today: excreted!
Thing You Can Hear Right Now: YOUR BREATHING...ha. just kidding. but i do hear a fan.
Thing You Can't Live Without: friends. muzic. f00d. sleep. oh and that handy stuff called...oxen..ozygem...something like that.
Thing You Do When You're Bored: masticate =D

4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY

1. mah r00m
2. ze dwelling of ze jeaninius
3. TOFUPOTBABYOMFGYEAH
4. online.

3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO

1. jeanine
2. my sis (at least perhaps when she gets a bit older)
3. probably a random person who has no idea who i am and does not care and is probably going to die soon so really it wouldn't matter if i did tell that person anything in the first place.

2 CHOICES

1. Black or White: black (is emo)
2. Hot or Cold: cold! ..unless on the matter of people. then i'd prefer them hot =P

1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
whatever it takes to make me feel ready to die. makes sense, no?

in boxes with yellow tags on everyone

it's time for me to do what i want, not what you want.

everything looks perfect from far away

alrighty, am finally back for good this time till end of summer vacation w00t!

orientation was really fun and all except for that one little part called that-day-where-you-have-to-scramble-around-madly-just-to-find-a- frigging-class-for-your-literally-damned-schedule =D or perhaps it was just me cause i may be a bit picky. i mean. there were lots of classes not "closed" or "w-listed" like...well...chicana/chicano studies...and chicana/chicano studies...and chinese history to 1000...and OHYEAH! chicana/ chicano studies.

it was cool too cause how we enrolled on the final day actually was by going to our counselors' rooms in groups, randomly drawing out numbers (which i was lucky and got #1), and then literally a type of "on your mark, get set go!" at 9am sharp, logging in, typing the codes in (one by one, as in needing to start from the beginning for each class) as fast as possible, and rushing out of your chair for the poor folks after you. all the while feeling the number of spots available in each class diminish in a horrifying manner.

you should've seen how slow all the computers were that morning. it was pretty intense. =D

amazingly enough, everyone in my group got in their first choice classes (probably cause our counselor is frigging awesome and made sure we were efficient and ready to go), including me...who's first choice classes were actually probably already fifth choice classes due to all the kids in the fugging orientation sessions before.

but whatever. besides the whole second day and third morning, orientation was a blast. yeah basically the first day was designed for all the fun. ohyeah. and the second day starting at 11:45pm to around 1am (or depending on the teams) the next day was fugging amazing as well. as jeanine so kindly made me realize (by informing me about singapore's "urban hike"), it was rather like amazing race throughout the campus and a bit of westwood. though our team made it more into a cross country race than amazing race.

and we lived in reiber vista, a plaza. zach once told me plazas were really nice. and they are. of course i found, later on by surprise, that i was one of the lucky persons who got a room of two instead of three. so it was pretty sweet.

oh and my roommate told me that i reminded her of a friend she had from the way i act, talk and laugh. also, she told me that that particular friend was "crazy-in-the-head." she also clarified later that her friend was actually crazy. as in literally bipolar. that took meds for it.

it took me awhile to finally figure out she wasn't being sarcastic or anything. oops.

waiting on a silver platter now

it takes so much luck just to make it through life well.

hailing thrills for twenty dollar bills

back from asia dudes.

so we were all boarded and ready to go on the airplane when a typhoon/hurricane decided to arrive. so the pilot told us to chill for a while and wait till the storm let off a bit. of course, this did not occur and thus, he decided to inform us an hour later that the plane was at maximum weight, and they would begin unloading some cargo.

it was awesome. the whole thing took about 2 hours...during which time i managed to watch all of thank you for smoking and had begun a bit of a british movie called things to do before you're 30. entertainment is really such a wonderful thing in this world.

managed to get through a long flight quite well despite paranoid thoughts of crashing or hijackings that left the palms of my hands soaking. except i think the stewardesses got slightly peeved when i asked for gingerale to go along with my breakfast...

anyways. so we touched down around 10pm...a bit later than expected arrival of 8 but i thought, hey. i'm alive =D

it also took another 2 hours to obtain our baggage, which had been delayed due to lax's ongoing construction and then a mix up with mexicana's and aeromexico's(or something like that) baggage.

i got to drive the car home cause i wouldn't shuddup about it. arrived home at 2am. slept at 4am...a bit earlier than the rest of the family(6am).

um. the end.

if i fall out of what i fell in

got back from hualien national park(is it a nat. park?) yesterday. it is very pretty.

so we had a three hour train ride on the way over there. earlier, my other cousin, pei-i (i think that's how she spells it) bought a happy meal from mcdonald's and gave the toy to my sis. it was a little green afro-man-frog-looking-plushy named...keroro or something like that (it's some cartoon dude). my sis, of course, didn't want the annoying little thing, and so i, being of the mental age of...8, took it.

i got real bored on the train so i started amusing myself by bothering my sis with the little afroman (eg. making the thing "dance" in my sis's face, poke my sis with a pencil, throw my extremities in her direction.)

...i also repeatedly pretended to...ahem...fall asleep and drool all over her as well. cause...i was that bored.

then this old man with slicked hair came on and stood beside us...while i went on tending to my own business. i guess he got bored real fast too cause he started randomly talking to us (in mandarin of course...so my sis looked pretty funny all like ... the whole time) about the afroman thing and how there were other characters and "pretty" cell phone thingies and other toys that danced on their own and then asked me if i've ever seen any of them and stuffs. he also kept saying they were pretty like my sis and i....um yeah.

i thought he was going to keep on talking to me forever but probably seeing the bored me inside, he finally asked me: are you a middle schooler going onto high school?

sitting there embarrassed and amused like no other in my ucla t-shirt, i couldn't help but suddenly choke out a really loud (and rather unfortunately ugly) laugh and told him nono, i'm going to college!

the moment was priceless. for a moment you could see the man's face falter with a look of intense confusion, his previously gentle smile all gone awry...

then he attempted to recover, but only succeeded in another weak smile and asked so which college have you tested into?

with sheer joy, i realized that he had mistaken me for a native and was proud of my chinese speaking skills. so i basked in such glory for a moment and then replied with a really large grin, ohno, i'm from america! =D

overwhelmed with surprise, he gave me a stoned look and an ohhh!..., then finally turned, spotted who he suspected were my parents, and began making conversation with them...all to my great relief.


so. i am regressing. i knew i always have been a bit silly at times, but damn. mistaken for a (rather large)middle schooler...i guess that's pretty bad. my sis acts more my age than i do. (but that's just cause she's at that stage where she really cares about her image =P)

buthey! i can act mature if i really wanted to >:0
no really. i'm not kidding. i mean...i was also mistaken for a storekeeper again in some store here as well! yeah i'm actually really deep on the inside, folks *nods*

...oh oh oh!! butbut i also got a cute stuffed animal! it's a racoon...and i named my sis's cow "moopert!" like rupert but with a "moo" instead! gettit?? hahahahaha! ...ahem.


also, pei-i let me drive the rental car (cause i kept nagging) on some of the mountain and city roads in hualien!!! it was so fun! i feel so hardcore now. traffic laws in taiwan are...a bit screwy. i seriously don't know what the police are for. anything illegal is pretty much legal here when it comes to driving. and factoring in bikes, motorcycles, people, and such, it's like a mosaic of artful chaos.

okay okay, so maybe where i drove wasn't as bad as dead-city-centers but um. i feel that driving anywhere where the lines on the roads are optional...is still pretty hardcore. =D

yeahbaby.

what does it take to get a drink in this place

alright. so far i've seen the following spellings for the word "middle" in mandarin: jong, jung, and...chung. according to the laws of hanyupinyin though, and my instincts, it should be "zhong" and it's really starting to bother me. okay. so "jong" i can understand..."jung" is cutting it a bit.

but "chung" is really just...it feels like someone's trying to fug with me! or something.

and don't tell me maybe it's cause they were different spellings for different words cause...i mean. i might not know all the characters in the world (or chinese language rather)...but this is like preschool vocab here. okay okay, maybe more like first grade chinese school if you wish to be all serious with me.

of course i must express these personal concerns to all =D

i don't need what you ain't got

i <3 working house! the store has the awesomest things evahhh! though i do not support paying $2 for a plastic bag to carry your stuffs in.

why do we not have one in the u.s., and if we do, why do i not know about it?? >:0

also, ailin took me for a ride on her motorcycle tonight! and then let me ride it ALL BY MYSELF on some street near a park cause I'M A BIG GIRL NOW! yup *nods* it was soooooo fun XD

though i did hit a telephone pole kinda. but it wasn't my fault. god, i mean. can't expect me to remember that the thing has brakes or anything right?

brakes have never been my strong point anyways. i don't prefer them. they slow things down..or something. =P


...i want a motorcycle for my birthday!

the surface of a perforated sphere

taiwan update.

yesterday: shitou "forest recreation area"

pretty much a vast expanse of jungle deep within some mountain ranges near...taichung..i think that's how people spell it...though i would have thought it would be spelled tai zhong...or

whatever. it was about an hour away from my dad's relative's place.

it was really pretty. it made you feel like you were in some chinese painting...or in some asian movie. so we hiked up into the mountains, enjoyed the beautiful scenery...

and ended up giving ourselves one hell of a workout.

okay. not really...it was no harder than the hike that i went on with ucla but since it was humid up there, you end up sweating in a different fashion...

one which makes you look like you've just done a gatorade commercial. observe:



IS IT IN YOU?

or perhaps it is just me and i have some sweating disorder. whocares. i like it when i sweat buckets. i makes me feel real good. i mean. this time...i sweated through ALL of my clothes. i even took a pic of my ass cause it was so glorious...

lucky for you, i'm not going to show you.
private requests only. please don't all come at once =P


today...we went shopping, saw another uncle...who has become strangely more taciturn over the years, and then went to the night markets. the place was a goldmine for everything cheap and interesting. so my sis and i ran off like looking like deer in headlights. kinda like this: o_o

my sis ran straight for the jewelry.

i, on the other hand, ran straight for...the stuffed animals.

she is 12. i am 18. there is probably something wrong with that situation. psha whatever. i...stay young. you will wish you are me...when you're like 30. yeah. so ha XP

hrm. and my sis, after i said something along the lines of...ew my feet stink...LIKE YOUR FACE!, asked me why do you always make fun of people's faces now??? is it like your new thing now or something? you're always like YOUR FACE! my face! your face!

i blame two certain persons that i had been stuck with for far too long of a time.


oh. and have i already mentioned that the food here is REALLY good. well it's okay. i can just say it again(to rub it in your face) just in case.

the food here is REALLY good. like REALLY

really,
really, reeeeeeaaally

...

really




(really good!)

okay i'm done.