I thought of something I wanted to post... then decided I better not. But, what is a blog for anyways? If I'm always scared to post what I'm thinking, I'll never post. So, I figured, I'll just say it all. My readers can think what they want about me. ;P
People have been on a roll with depressing posts lately. I'll join in with a short story after a sort.
Just kidding. Nate ruined the mood for me. ^.^ What a friend to have at such a time..
*laughs*
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Talking
I talk to much sometimes. That's the way I am.
However, it amuses me when I find out how little people actually know about me.
The most interesting post lately has much hidden detail behind it. Yet, I cannot explain it. Most people would not understand.
There are so many things about me people would not understand, and that is why I don't speak of them. Every once in a while, I will say something simple. Then the expressions on the faces of the people around me remind me to stick to amusing stories and unimportant things about myself.
There is one person I've been able to talk to more.. but that is because she stopped being my mother and became my sister. <3
So, in case you're wondering.. yes, there is a very interesting story behind that post. And no, I'm not going to tell you.
However, it amuses me when I find out how little people actually know about me.
The most interesting post lately has much hidden detail behind it. Yet, I cannot explain it. Most people would not understand.
There are so many things about me people would not understand, and that is why I don't speak of them. Every once in a while, I will say something simple. Then the expressions on the faces of the people around me remind me to stick to amusing stories and unimportant things about myself.
There is one person I've been able to talk to more.. but that is because she stopped being my mother and became my sister. <3
So, in case you're wondering.. yes, there is a very interesting story behind that post. And no, I'm not going to tell you.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Home Alone
Being home alone does strange things to people. For me, it has given me a different look at my life. A fresh start in a sense. I have found more things to laugh out in one day than I normally do in a week.
In a way, I have learned more. I have learned that some things are funny when you don't understand and some are ever funnier when you do. Many things that people find serious or angering are actually relatively amusing.
Yes, you can call me crazy. You can call me immature and childish.
I don't care. No matter what you call me, I will laugh at you.
In a way, I have learned more. I have learned that some things are funny when you don't understand and some are ever funnier when you do. Many things that people find serious or angering are actually relatively amusing.
Yes, you can call me crazy. You can call me immature and childish.
I don't care. No matter what you call me, I will laugh at you.
What If?
What If
(Nichole Nordeman)
For a friend who thinks this Jesus stuff is nuts.
What if you're right?
And he was just another nice guy
What if you're right?
What if it's true?
They say the cross will only make a fool of you
And what if it's true?
What if he takes his place in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love and came in peace
But then the story ends
What then?
But what if you're wrong?
What if there's more?
What if there's hope you never dreamed of hoping for?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if He's more than enough?
What if it's love?
What if you dig
Way down deeper than your simple-minded friends
What if you dig?
What if you find
A thousand more unanswered questions down inside
That's all you find?
What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more
Than folklore that must be told and retold?
You've been running as fast as you can
You've been looking for a place you can land for so long
But what if you're wrong?
(Nichole Nordeman)
For a friend who thinks this Jesus stuff is nuts.
What if you're right?
And he was just another nice guy
What if you're right?
What if it's true?
They say the cross will only make a fool of you
And what if it's true?
What if he takes his place in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love and came in peace
But then the story ends
What then?
But what if you're wrong?
What if there's more?
What if there's hope you never dreamed of hoping for?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if He's more than enough?
What if it's love?
What if you dig
Way down deeper than your simple-minded friends
What if you dig?
What if you find
A thousand more unanswered questions down inside
That's all you find?
What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more
Than folklore that must be told and retold?
You've been running as fast as you can
You've been looking for a place you can land for so long
But what if you're wrong?
Friday, February 23, 2007
I know, I'm posting a lot at once..
Most of you probably won't understand what this means, and that's okay. Joy should know.. and maybe Debrr if she's especially sharp.
But, honestly! I've had so many people tell me they're in love with me recently that I'm losing track!
It's actually rather amusing. Any minute now, there's going to be another one. I can sense it.
Let's see... *counts on fingers*
I think I've had 7 so far.. that's a pretty small number. ;P
Actually, it might be more. I'm losing count. x_x
But, honestly! I've had so many people tell me they're in love with me recently that I'm losing track!
It's actually rather amusing. Any minute now, there's going to be another one. I can sense it.
Let's see... *counts on fingers*
I think I've had 7 so far.. that's a pretty small number. ;P
Actually, it might be more. I'm losing count. x_x
For Deborah <3
[[since you kinda know what I'm talking about]]
They are there, all of them. Chattering, calling to each other, making noise when it suits them. I sit there, working, when my world explodes. People, talking, everywhere. They tell me this, they tell me that. I hear a car door. I jump up and rush to the front door, only to hear giggling. There's no one there.
I walk back to my computer and sit, staring at the screen. I turn my music louder to block out the voices. Hearing the front door open, I turn it down again and listen carefully. Nothing more. With a sigh, I turn back to work.
Soon, I give up in exasperation. They won't be quiet. They tell me to do this, they tell me to do that.
Next thing I know, I'm on the edge of the cliff, peering over into the water below. Strange dark shapes move underneath the surface of the water and I feel unseen hands pushing me forward. I turn around, angry, to see an empty hillside behind me. I start walking away when the voices return, whispering poisonous things in my ear. They consume me and I tear at the air around me in anger.
I wake up. I have conquered the voices in my head.
For now.
[[woot. that was fun.]]
They are there, all of them. Chattering, calling to each other, making noise when it suits them. I sit there, working, when my world explodes. People, talking, everywhere. They tell me this, they tell me that. I hear a car door. I jump up and rush to the front door, only to hear giggling. There's no one there.
I walk back to my computer and sit, staring at the screen. I turn my music louder to block out the voices. Hearing the front door open, I turn it down again and listen carefully. Nothing more. With a sigh, I turn back to work.
Soon, I give up in exasperation. They won't be quiet. They tell me to do this, they tell me to do that.
Next thing I know, I'm on the edge of the cliff, peering over into the water below. Strange dark shapes move underneath the surface of the water and I feel unseen hands pushing me forward. I turn around, angry, to see an empty hillside behind me. I start walking away when the voices return, whispering poisonous things in my ear. They consume me and I tear at the air around me in anger.
I wake up. I have conquered the voices in my head.
For now.
[[woot. that was fun.]]
What is Love?
Many people, when they think of love, picture two people kissing in the moonlight. Perhaps a boyfriend and girlfriend holding hands. Roses and chocolates on Valentine's Day. Hidden love poems. Whispering sweet nothings.
Picture a girl and a boy. They stare into each other's eyes and smile sheepishly. He puts his arms around her and pulls her closer. Staring deeper and deeper into his eyes, she finally knows what love is.
Or does she? Is that what love truly is? Is it really just a chemical that makes hearts race and faces flush?
I met a man once, long long ago, who taught me what love really is. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I looked deep into his eyes and saw his love for me. In response to the love that seemed to radiate from him, I felt my own love for him growing and I smiled contentedly.
He then opened his arms wide and died for me.
That's what love really is.
[[I probably should have posted this on Valentine's Day, but I was kind of.. out of it. ;P]]
Picture a girl and a boy. They stare into each other's eyes and smile sheepishly. He puts his arms around her and pulls her closer. Staring deeper and deeper into his eyes, she finally knows what love is.
Or does she? Is that what love truly is? Is it really just a chemical that makes hearts race and faces flush?
I met a man once, long long ago, who taught me what love really is. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I looked deep into his eyes and saw his love for me. In response to the love that seemed to radiate from him, I felt my own love for him growing and I smiled contentedly.
He then opened his arms wide and died for me.
That's what love really is.
[[I probably should have posted this on Valentine's Day, but I was kind of.. out of it. ;P]]
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I admit it
I'm terrible at saying no.
Honestly, whenever guys ask.. that question.. I just can't say no.
I feel guilty when I do.
It doesn't matter that he was probably joking. I still feel bad. [[keyword: probably. I can't tell T^T]]
>.<
Honestly, whenever guys ask.. that question.. I just can't say no.
I feel guilty when I do.
It doesn't matter that he was probably joking. I still feel bad. [[keyword: probably. I can't tell T^T]]
>.<
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
*dies laughing*
Okay, some people are so serious, it's hilarious.
They can get all mad and turn red.. I just laugh. And they get madder. And I laugh harder.
Yeah.. totally check out the Naughty Naughty link. I posted. ^.^
Yeah, that's my friend's blog and he posted about evolution and DNA and all that rot. He got 27 comments on his second post about it.. though, that was just the last time I checked.
My mom read my comment and laughed. She says I write well. ^>^
Seriously, you have to read it. Though, don't read all the comments, just skim. Trust me. Lemme know what you think about my post.
Pray for me a little bit, though. It's really hard not to outright call them total idiots. >.< Especially since they are. If they have nothing to fear, why do they defend themselves so viciously?
They can get all mad and turn red.. I just laugh. And they get madder. And I laugh harder.
Yeah.. totally check out the Naughty Naughty link. I posted. ^.^
Yeah, that's my friend's blog and he posted about evolution and DNA and all that rot. He got 27 comments on his second post about it.. though, that was just the last time I checked.
My mom read my comment and laughed. She says I write well. ^>^
Seriously, you have to read it. Though, don't read all the comments, just skim. Trust me. Lemme know what you think about my post.
Pray for me a little bit, though. It's really hard not to outright call them total idiots. >.< Especially since they are. If they have nothing to fear, why do they defend themselves so viciously?
Surprisingly Enough
My 7th grade Bible class was the most difficult class I'd ever had. It was actually a college level class, which I thought was relatively retarded at the time.
For some reason, instead of throwing away all my stuff from that class at the end of the year, I kept the textbook/workbook.
The book was TruthQuest Living Loud Defending Your Faith by Norman Geisler and Joseph Holden.
I kept it... and never thought I'd use it again.
Until today.
For some reason, instead of throwing away all my stuff from that class at the end of the year, I kept the textbook/workbook.
The book was TruthQuest Living Loud Defending Your Faith by Norman Geisler and Joseph Holden.
I kept it... and never thought I'd use it again.
Until today.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
One Moh Thing
Today, we went to the orchid show. My dad was having a really hard time not buying things. So I told him..
"Listen to the voice of reason. I will be the voice of reason. You have flowers in the back yard. You have flowers in the front yard, in the kitchen on the porch, everywhere! And, you have me! What more do you need?"
My dad had a reply ready,
"So, what are you? The blooming idiot?"
^_^
"Listen to the voice of reason. I will be the voice of reason. You have flowers in the back yard. You have flowers in the front yard, in the kitchen on the porch, everywhere! And, you have me! What more do you need?"
My dad had a reply ready,
"So, what are you? The blooming idiot?"
^_^
Oh, by the way..
Happy Valentine's Day!
I completely forgot.
I suppose that's what happens when you have to work, then you go home to an empty house.
It also makes a difference if you actually have a valentine I suppose. ^.^
So, here's a big
Valentine's Hug
..from me to you. <3
I completely forgot.
I suppose that's what happens when you have to work, then you go home to an empty house.
It also makes a difference if you actually have a valentine I suppose. ^.^
So, here's a big
Valentine's Hug
..from me to you. <3
Whenever the weather gets really hot, I blame David. David is just too hot! And with Deborah around, it's twice as bad.
Good thing I can slightly nullify that effect. Since I'm so cool. ^.^
I <3 David & Deborah Forever.
Good thing I can slightly nullify that effect. Since I'm so cool. ^.^
I <3 David & Deborah Forever.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Death
What is death? What does it feel like to die?
The Illusionist
The official movie website: http://www.theillusionist.com/
A movie worth watching. Unpredictable. Fantastic.
Now, I predicted most of it, but that's just because I'm like that. ;P When you expect the unexpected, you open your mind to new possibilities.
The Illusionist
The official movie website: http://www.theillusionist.com/
A movie worth watching. Unpredictable. Fantastic.
Now, I predicted most of it, but that's just because I'm like that. ;P When you expect the unexpected, you open your mind to new possibilities.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Hard worker?
Mom: I'm worried about how hard you work.
Me: Mom, I don't work hard.
Mom: Then, I'm worried about how late you stay up.
^.^ I've been told I'm a workaholic.
I don't believe you.
Me: Mom, I don't work hard.
Mom: Then, I'm worried about how late you stay up.
^.^ I've been told I'm a workaholic.
I don't believe you.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
No-good, terrible, very rotten day
I'm reaching the point where I'm so tired and worn out that I stop caring. That, and I learn to keep my mouth shut. When I'm like this, it is easier for me to.. say things that other people get.. annoyed at? They may not even be bad things! It is also easier to see what matters and what doesn't matter. It's definitely a strange sensation.
I had a very .. interesting day today, as you can see from the title.
I had a very .. interesting day today, as you can see from the title.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
*mischievous grin*
You know.. if your introduction paragraph takes over one page, it makes it a whole lot easier to fill 2-3 pages.
Blech
What kind of teacher assigns an ESSAY over open house weekend?
A white one... okay. ignore my answer if you wish. o_O
Georgie Porgie.
A strange and unusual name.
A name perfect for a boring essay about Literary Schemes.
My poor poor English teacher.
I met Mr. Kim's brother yesterday. Mr. Kim was my English teacher in 8th grade. I attempted to cream him on the last day of school. If he hadn't been a tennis coach, I would have succeeded.
When I met his brother, I said, "He was my English teacher a couple years ago. I terrorized him."
His brother appeared completely unphased.
I love my job. ^.^
A white one... okay. ignore my answer if you wish. o_O
Georgie Porgie.
A strange and unusual name.
A name perfect for a boring essay about Literary Schemes.
My poor poor English teacher.
I met Mr. Kim's brother yesterday. Mr. Kim was my English teacher in 8th grade. I attempted to cream him on the last day of school. If he hadn't been a tennis coach, I would have succeeded.
When I met his brother, I said, "He was my English teacher a couple years ago. I terrorized him."
His brother appeared completely unphased.
I love my job. ^.^
Friday, February 09, 2007
Forgetfullness
well, today I had some stuff to do at school, so Joy dropped me off. I told her to come at 12:30. Since she's usually late, I expected her around 1.
My Home Ec project ended early and I got out of piano lessons shortly after 1... I walked outside.. no Joy.
So, I wandered around campus for a while and found Deborah. I helped her carry a couple boxes and then she went with me to wait for Joy. Around 1:45, I got bored. I made Deborah hold my ankles down while I did 100 sit-ups-- in the middle of the hallway. I got some very interesting reactions from people. *dies laughing*
Just as I finished my 100, guess who showed up?
My Home Ec project ended early and I got out of piano lessons shortly after 1... I walked outside.. no Joy.
So, I wandered around campus for a while and found Deborah. I helped her carry a couple boxes and then she went with me to wait for Joy. Around 1:45, I got bored. I made Deborah hold my ankles down while I did 100 sit-ups-- in the middle of the hallway. I got some very interesting reactions from people. *dies laughing*
Just as I finished my 100, guess who showed up?
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Chapel
Last year, for Freshmen chapel, the topic was Faith in Christ. Besides the speakers, who had to write a speech about it, everyone pretty much ignored the topic. They were too busy trying to make everything perfect. You know, chapel is all about looking good.. right? Wait.. isn't it supposed to be about God? Anyways, everyone kept focusing on chapel and looking good and completely forgot the title. It would've made so much of a difference if they had just paid attention and had faith that chapel would turn out. Who are we to tell others to have faith in Christ when we don't do it ourselves?
This year, the theme is hypocrisy. Sadly, the nonChristian is better behaved than all those who call themselves Christians. Everybody wants things to go there way, but they don't cooperate. It's hard to get them to be where they're supposed to be and do what they're supposed to do and they all complain when we don't get anything done. Who are we to be preaching about hypocrisy, when we act worse than non-Christians?
It doesn't make sense to me...
This year, the theme is hypocrisy. Sadly, the nonChristian is better behaved than all those who call themselves Christians. Everybody wants things to go there way, but they don't cooperate. It's hard to get them to be where they're supposed to be and do what they're supposed to do and they all complain when we don't get anything done. Who are we to be preaching about hypocrisy, when we act worse than non-Christians?
It doesn't make sense to me...
Monday, February 05, 2007
Surprisingly enough, having an ambulance parked in front of your house is not really that exciting.
My first thought was, "ooh! An ambulance with blinking lights in front of my house! Can I take a picture?"
Just goes to show how weird and skewed my thinking is.. o__O
My first thought was, "ooh! An ambulance with blinking lights in front of my house! Can I take a picture?"
Just goes to show how weird and skewed my thinking is.. o__O
hmm..
How long can you survive on bursts of adrenaline before you suffer burnout?
Deborah gave me 'till Wednesday.
I'm aiming for the weekend.
Deborah gave me 'till Wednesday.
I'm aiming for the weekend.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
*sigh*
I was hyper all day.. terribly hyper. In the middle of supper, all my hyperness flew away and I was left extremely.. dead.
There are a mere three more practices before Sophomore chapel. Everybody had better come to all of the remaining practices.. or else.
Today, we were supposed to have practice at Anita's house, but it kinda turned into a party since so few people came. We worked on the songs and ran through the script with the people we had. There really wasn't much we could do. So.. we played.. and played.. and played some Bomberman.. and watched the super bowl.. and I finally learned how to play Mah-Jong. Quite fun. ^.^
There are a mere three more practices before Sophomore chapel. Everybody had better come to all of the remaining practices.. or else.
Today, we were supposed to have practice at Anita's house, but it kinda turned into a party since so few people came. We worked on the songs and ran through the script with the people we had. There really wasn't much we could do. So.. we played.. and played.. and played some Bomberman.. and watched the super bowl.. and I finally learned how to play Mah-Jong. Quite fun. ^.^
Thursday, February 01, 2007
It's really really annoying to be hyper at 11:00 PM when you want to go to bed and sleep.
Especially when you are exhausted.
Especially when you are exhausted.
How about three?
Some people think that numerous scars makes you tough. Guys punch hard things just to get scars on their hands... suicidal and emo people think they're tough because they have scars on their arms where they hurt themselves with knives and other sharp objects.
That is not toughness. I will tell you what toughness is.
Toughness is being able to live through hard times and still be able to look down at your wrists and arms and notice the lack of scars. The scars I have were not self-inflicted, all of them are due to my own clumsiness.
Tough people don't have to turn to cutting themselves in order to feel better. Rather, cutting yourself is a weakness. It does not make you tough.
Being tough is having the ability to live through the toughest of situations and be proud of yourself at the end. Being tough is having a really funny, interesting story to explain every one of your scars. For example, for almost every one of my scars, I have a wonderful example of my own ditziness. Many times, I tripped on things such as the sidewalk or even the occasional cone or two. Other times, I was just impatient and ended up slicing my hand on my locker or other random object. Most of the time, people are much amused by my stories.
I believe that any scars you have should add to your lifestory.. not take away from it.
Some people think that numerous scars makes you tough. Guys punch hard things just to get scars on their hands... suicidal and emo people think they're tough because they have scars on their arms where they hurt themselves with knives and other sharp objects.
That is not toughness. I will tell you what toughness is.
Toughness is being able to live through hard times and still be able to look down at your wrists and arms and notice the lack of scars. The scars I have were not self-inflicted, all of them are due to my own clumsiness.
Tough people don't have to turn to cutting themselves in order to feel better. Rather, cutting yourself is a weakness. It does not make you tough.
Being tough is having the ability to live through the toughest of situations and be proud of yourself at the end. Being tough is having a really funny, interesting story to explain every one of your scars. For example, for almost every one of my scars, I have a wonderful example of my own ditziness. Many times, I tripped on things such as the sidewalk or even the occasional cone or two. Other times, I was just impatient and ended up slicing my hand on my locker or other random object. Most of the time, people are much amused by my stories.
I believe that any scars you have should add to your lifestory.. not take away from it.
...or two posts as the case may be...
I found this rather funny..
Some people: "YAY! Friday is a minimum day! We have longer to get ready for the formal and the after parties!"
My friends: "YAY! Anti-formal party! I can't wait. So much fun!"
Me: "YAY! Friday is a minimum day which means longer work hours! Then, since it's Friday, I have more time to work on homework and projects!" *dances in circles*
Is it just me.. or does that seem kind of.. funny...?
I found this rather funny..
Some people: "YAY! Friday is a minimum day! We have longer to get ready for the formal and the after parties!"
My friends: "YAY! Anti-formal party! I can't wait. So much fun!"
Me: "YAY! Friday is a minimum day which means longer work hours! Then, since it's Friday, I have more time to work on homework and projects!" *dances in circles*
Is it just me.. or does that seem kind of.. funny...?
Miscellaneous... ^.^
Welp.. I have a few small things to say. So, I'm going to squish them all into one post.
Funny quotes:
"Smell me and you will die."
"Sampoo can cause allergies."
What happens when Yu-Gi-Oh wears sampoo?
"What? Why are you still standing? Explain yourself!"
"I wore sampoo this morning. It makes my head lighter so I can float above the ground."
With hair like his, I'm sure it really weighs him down. Sampoo is just the thing to lift your head above the clouds.
Most of you will not understand these quotes. It is okay. Do not feel bad just because you are mentally and developmentally challenged.
Joy said I should be nicer with that last part.
"That is not the point."
"The point is, battles are ugly when women fight."
In Joy's case, the point is on the front of her face.
Funny quotes:
"Smell me and you will die."
"Sampoo can cause allergies."
What happens when Yu-Gi-Oh wears sampoo?
"What? Why are you still standing? Explain yourself!"
"I wore sampoo this morning. It makes my head lighter so I can float above the ground."
With hair like his, I'm sure it really weighs him down. Sampoo is just the thing to lift your head above the clouds.
Most of you will not understand these quotes. It is okay. Do not feel bad just because you are mentally and developmentally challenged.
Joy said I should be nicer with that last part.
"That is not the point."
"The point is, battles are ugly when women fight."
In Joy's case, the point is on the front of her face.
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