As I mentioned last time, yesterday was orientation day at school which majorly sucked for me. However, yesterday was also a very monumental day for me: it marks the first day my mom allowed me to bike outside of my house by myself.
This is a big deal for me since I'm never allowed to go ANYWHERE by myself (except school and the library).
From Sandra to Sarah: ur soo awesome kawaii ko-chan! ^^ im excited for class with u! I send u lots of friendly love ;)
Rants, blurbs, and incomprehensible expositions by a manga-addict with an inexplicable fetish to the numerical phenomenon that is 21.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
#nowplaying "We're Going to Be Friends" by The White Stripes
It seems that my family is destined to never welcome the new school year well. Last year involved cops, and lets say that this year it was probably worse. I'm not the one who has it the worst though, so I don't know how to talk to my family about it.
So anyway, I realized that I no longer have a safe haven anymore, since both home and school is pretty much a battlefield. There's a lot of tension at home, and very few people can be trusted at school. My principal broke yet more promises, the b*tch who stole my test and cheated off of it was not expelled, I have to face traitorous classmates who pretend like there's nothing wrong with the world.
It's so different from last year, when I was so excited to go to school. My sister transferred to another school; we've pretty much always been on the same campus since I started Kindergarten in the Philippines, and we've pretty much had all the same classes together since fourth grade. Now that I'm a junior in high school, it's a bit scary to be by myself. At least I have surrogate sisters Emily and Sandra to help me make it through these last two years of high school (:
In the end, I tell myself that Becca and I need to start separating ourselves from each other, since we don't plan on going to the same university. But I will still miss my wonderful unni, who basically made all my friends for me and always helps me with my homework before she even starts hers.
I love you so much, Becca-unni! ♥♥♥
#nowplaying "New Slang" by The Shins
Well, today is Orientation Day. Don't have to be at school til 9 but I woke up at 3:30 am and couldn't go back to sleep so I've spent the last few hours getting ready.
Lunch. It's not exactly aesthetically pleasing because of that strip of paper but I had to separate the sashimi balls from the potato salad and I didn't exactly know what else to do. I guess I'll just ask Mom to buy me a real bento box for the future.
Anyway, the potato salad is basically just mayo, dijon mustard, salt&pepper, mashed potatoes, a bit of boiled egg, some vegetable (I dunno what it's called but they're reminds me of leeks... but they're not leeks), onion powder (I don't like cutting real onions), some lemon juice, and just a little virgin olive oil.
It's quite tasty. :D
As for the "sashimi" balls, I got the idea from some another blog (I can't recall which one). It's basically rice, the yellow piece of a boiled egg, and pieces of roast beef. They look really cool, and they were fun to make (even though I had to keep cutting pieces of plastic wrap).
I'm going to eat the rest of the potato salad for breakfast, so baii.
It seems that my family is destined to never welcome the new school year well. Last year involved cops, and lets say that this year it was probably worse. I'm not the one who has it the worst though, so I don't know how to talk to my family about it.
So anyway, I realized that I no longer have a safe haven anymore, since both home and school is pretty much a battlefield. There's a lot of tension at home, and very few people can be trusted at school. My principal broke yet more promises, the b*tch who stole my test and cheated off of it was not expelled, I have to face traitorous classmates who pretend like there's nothing wrong with the world.
It's so different from last year, when I was so excited to go to school. My sister transferred to another school; we've pretty much always been on the same campus since I started Kindergarten in the Philippines, and we've pretty much had all the same classes together since fourth grade. Now that I'm a junior in high school, it's a bit scary to be by myself. At least I have surrogate sisters Emily and Sandra to help me make it through these last two years of high school (:
In the end, I tell myself that Becca and I need to start separating ourselves from each other, since we don't plan on going to the same university. But I will still miss my wonderful unni, who basically made all my friends for me and always helps me with my homework before she even starts hers.
I love you so much, Becca-unni! ♥♥♥
#nowplaying "New Slang" by The Shins
Well, today is Orientation Day. Don't have to be at school til 9 but I woke up at 3:30 am and couldn't go back to sleep so I've spent the last few hours getting ready.
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| Good enough for my school ID. |
Anyway, the potato salad is basically just mayo, dijon mustard, salt&pepper, mashed potatoes, a bit of boiled egg, some vegetable (I dunno what it's called but they're reminds me of leeks... but they're not leeks), onion powder (I don't like cutting real onions), some lemon juice, and just a little virgin olive oil.
It's quite tasty. :D
As for the "sashimi" balls, I got the idea from some another blog (I can't recall which one). It's basically rice, the yellow piece of a boiled egg, and pieces of roast beef. They look really cool, and they were fun to make (even though I had to keep cutting pieces of plastic wrap).
I'm going to eat the rest of the potato salad for breakfast, so baii.
Friday, August 5, 2011
You Little Vixen
That's what I wanted to call my friend on a Facebook status she posted because she was flirting with her little crush there. But I couldn't say what came to mind, because then that would embarrass Em in front of her little boyfriend there, and then what kind of friend would I be? (But of course it's okay for me to blog about it).
In the end, I said nothing. Just because I'm angry about my unfruitful hopes to be with a certain Mr. **** (number of asterisks may or may not be altered from number of letters in his name in order to protect myself) doesn't mean I have to take it out on her. Directly, anyway. Muahahaha...
No just kidding. Are you kidding? I don't even want a boyfriend right now. I'm a responsible person, not some hormonal teenager! (Followers on twitter, you may laugh). I'm totally not "on the ball" lately (you'll see in a bit).
But I really don't want a boyfriend right now (get that, all you pedos who keep trying to talk to me on Facebook? I DON'T WANT ONE!!!). It's too troublesome.
1) My parents will never, ever let me,
2) I've tried the do-it-behind-their-backs method and believe me it doesn't work... for long anyway,
3) I'm like this total psychological mess right now, I can't handle my own problems, let alone someone else's,
4) there's not really anyone worth getting serious about that I know right now.
But. whatever; enough self-pity. I'm a strong, independent, modern woman. I don't need a man!!!
******* can suck it and go out with whoever the hell he wants.. fricken heart breaker!!!! I don't care, I have Aizen, Izaya, Tsuruga, Orochimaru, and all the other bad*ss bishies of the 2D world on my side!!!
Yeah. I'm totally not some hormonal teenager.
Anyway, speaking of being a teenager, my mom has totally been on the ball today. She's been telling me to clean my room non-stop since eight. She even told my sister to wake up and clean her room, even though Becca doesn't even wake up during life-and-death emergencies! Honestly, what was Mom thinking? My room wasn't even that messy! Everything was neatly put in the corner, and for God's sake I don't even have any furniture!
So even when I did clean (with shortcuts, of course. Shh!) she then made me vacuum! Like wtf? Vacuum? Really? You make me vacuum practically every room every day, my room isn't that messy to begin with, and you want me to vacuum again? Really, Mom? Really?!? (I'm exaggerating. I was just too lazy and I wanted to laugh my ass off reading a new comic I found, We're All In This Together!).
But, for fear of losing my laptop, I did it anyway. And now my room is "clean". To the unsuspecting, innocent bystander, of course. Since my mom doesn't read my blogs (occasionally my dad likes to be an invasive jerk and stop by, but I don't think I have anything to worry about there), I'll point out a few secrets and tricks to my sneaky-teenager trade:
Betcha if you walked into my room, you wouldn't have noticed all of this at all. Nope, the first thing you'd probably say is "Where the f*ck is her bed?". Why, you naughty you! Didn't I just say I wasn't looking for a boyfriend?
Just kidding XD Sorry, I've been reading a lot of.. uh... rated comics lately, so my mind's been in the gutter a lot. Blame the comic artists for being so damned funny. It makes the already awesome art addicting.
Anyway, to answer your question (that you haven't technically asked, but you would if you walked into my room), I don't have a bed. I have a futon. But I don't sleep on it too often. Actually, since I've moved into a house that's almost completely carpeted, I just sleep wherever. Couch, futon, floor, whatever. I actually spent last night sleeping in the living room. And the night before that I slept in the dining room.
So anyway, this is what I'm wearing right now as I speak (pedos, back off):
Look at me, wearing that cute scarf and that pretty yellow tanktop? Don't I just look adorable? Huh? Don't I? (Don't answer that, you jerks =__=). Well, truth be told, I don't smell very pleasant right now. I don't know why (actually, I do. But I won't say why, because then you'll just make fun of me, and laugh, and call me a stupid lazy ass).
Even though I look so incredibly (un)cute right now and would love to talk to you some more about my incredibly interesting (mundane) life, I've gotta go and take a shower because my sexy friend Sandra is coming over in an hour and I don't want her to think I'm an ogre or something (yeah, I know what you're thinking. "So you wouldn't take a shower otherwise?" Look, I'm not gonna answer that question).
So toodles, children. Have a fun friday. >XD
Skaters.
While most of the representatives of this subculture probably have the IQ of a peanut and the originality equivalent to Avril Lavigne's album The Best Damn Thing, the skater style is pretty damn hot (even if it's "old").
(I wanted to post some kick-ass skate videos from Youtube, but it I'm too lazy to look for them and nobody on Facebook has posted any lately).
Of course, it's really the skater bishies that make this subculture so appealing, but I really can't post any pictures of those. Besides, the only pictures that give this category of bishie any justice are of some of my Facebook friends. I've got to protect the innocent. >////< Muahahaha...
Notice: If you are a skater and you are my Facebook friend, this in no way means I think you're cute and constantly oggle you. But it does mean that I like your shoes and your chunky headphones. And even though I hate rap and all that shit you listen to, heavy metal does sound awesome. On occasion.
Notice: I realize that these pictures don't really encompass the true spirit of the skater. It would appear that the authentic "Skater Spirit" can't be justly presented on the internet, as the true experience can only be attained after countless wasted hours hanging out with friends on the streets. In my defense, I'd like to remind you that I am not a skater, so I don't really care. Furthermore, since true skaters are out on the streets doing whatever the hell it is they do, you shouldn't really care either. (Actually I have no idea. I just don't care.)
Notice: I own none of the pictures above. If you do, thanks for posting it on the internet. I took the liberty of using it.
Edit (about a half hour later): See? This is kind of the type of video I wanted to post.
No, actually that's a lie. I just wanted one of those amateur videos where the camera just follows some teenagers skating through the city at various times of day, with heavy metal screeching in the background. But life doesn't work the way we want it to. What a surprise.
Of course, it's really the skater bishies that make this subculture so appealing, but I really can't post any pictures of those. Besides, the only pictures that give this category of bishie any justice are of some of my Facebook friends. I've got to protect the innocent. >////< Muahahaha...
Notice: If you are a skater and you are my Facebook friend, this in no way means I think you're cute and constantly oggle you. But it does mean that I like your shoes and your chunky headphones. And even though I hate rap and all that shit you listen to, heavy metal does sound awesome. On occasion.
Notice: I realize that these pictures don't really encompass the true spirit of the skater. It would appear that the authentic "Skater Spirit" can't be justly presented on the internet, as the true experience can only be attained after countless wasted hours hanging out with friends on the streets. In my defense, I'd like to remind you that I am not a skater, so I don't really care. Furthermore, since true skaters are out on the streets doing whatever the hell it is they do, you shouldn't really care either. (Actually I have no idea. I just don't care.)
Notice: I own none of the pictures above. If you do, thanks for posting it on the internet. I took the liberty of using it.
Edit (about a half hour later): See? This is kind of the type of video I wanted to post.
No, actually that's a lie. I just wanted one of those amateur videos where the camera just follows some teenagers skating through the city at various times of day, with heavy metal screeching in the background. But life doesn't work the way we want it to. What a surprise.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Many Memories
In sixth grade, I decided to work alone for the science project because I didn't want to work with my sister. We always ended up fighting whenever we worked together (we still do) because she thought she knew everything and I always screwed up somehow. So I told her that I was working alone, but she threw a fit, and Mr. B (our science teacher) noticed and forced me to work with her.
I was really pissed at the time, and it still peeves me that I always have to work with Becca, but looking back it's a little funny. Science teacher sees a fight between sisters. How cute. >:3 Although I'm sure he thought it was bothersome.
Needless to say, the project did NOT go well. -__- We took forever trying to look for a project, and we changed our minds several times. I only remember two projects:
1. We tried to dissolve different types of rocks with different types of substances (vinegar, water, citric acid) and see which rock dissolved the most from which substance. This was a fail since any since any significant erosion is supposed to take place over millions of years or something like that. So... we stopped.
2. Our final idea was to check the temperatures of a cup of soil, gravel, bark, and water throughout the day to see which one attracted more heat, yaddah yaddah yaddah. Typical boring stuff.
That was not a good year for science projects for me. >___< Mr. B scolded Becca and I. Several times.
Okay, time to exit LaLaLand.
I was really pissed at the time, and it still peeves me that I always have to work with Becca, but looking back it's a little funny. Science teacher sees a fight between sisters. How cute. >:3 Although I'm sure he thought it was bothersome.
Needless to say, the project did NOT go well. -__- We took forever trying to look for a project, and we changed our minds several times. I only remember two projects:
1. We tried to dissolve different types of rocks with different types of substances (vinegar, water, citric acid) and see which rock dissolved the most from which substance. This was a fail since any since any significant erosion is supposed to take place over millions of years or something like that. So... we stopped.
2. Our final idea was to check the temperatures of a cup of soil, gravel, bark, and water throughout the day to see which one attracted more heat, yaddah yaddah yaddah. Typical boring stuff.
That was not a good year for science projects for me. >___< Mr. B scolded Becca and I. Several times.
Okay, time to exit LaLaLand.
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