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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
GRADE 12 TIMETABLE :)
Semester one
Day one
Morning: Chem 30 IB, Callegari, Rm 273
1. Chem 35 IB, Callegari, Rm 273
2. Math 31, Wisheu, Rm 253
LUNCH
3. English 30IB, Colp, Rm 215
4. Biology 30, Hewko, Rm 270
Day Two
Morning: Chem 30 IB, Callegari, Rm 273
1. Physics 30 IB, Malayko, Rm 265
2. Math 31, Wisheu, Rm 253
LUNCH
3. OMFG, WTF I HAVE A SPARE.
4. Biology 30, Hewko, Rm 270
Semester 2
Day One
Morning: Chem 30 IB
1. Physics 35 IB, Malayko, Rm 265
2. Social 30, Speir, Rm 227
LUNCH
3. English 30 IB, Colp
4. Band 30, Whaley, Rm 151
Day Two
Morning: Chem 30 IB
1. Physics 30 IB, Malayko
2. Social 30
LUNCH
3. SPARE AGAIN.
4. Band 30
Day one
Morning: Chem 30 IB, Callegari, Rm 273
1. Chem 35 IB, Callegari, Rm 273
2. Math 31, Wisheu, Rm 253
LUNCH
3. English 30IB, Colp, Rm 215
4. Biology 30, Hewko, Rm 270
Day Two
Morning: Chem 30 IB, Callegari, Rm 273
1. Physics 30 IB, Malayko, Rm 265
2. Math 31, Wisheu, Rm 253
LUNCH
3. OMFG, WTF I HAVE A SPARE.
4. Biology 30, Hewko, Rm 270
Semester 2
Day One
Morning: Chem 30 IB
1. Physics 35 IB, Malayko, Rm 265
2. Social 30, Speir, Rm 227
LUNCH
3. English 30 IB, Colp
4. Band 30, Whaley, Rm 151
Day Two
Morning: Chem 30 IB
1. Physics 30 IB, Malayko
2. Social 30
LUNCH
3. SPARE AGAIN.
4. Band 30
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I was One-Up-ed by Myself. WTH?
so yeah... last night i had a dream
where i was playing a street fighter version of Chrono Crusade.
I picked rosette because she had the highest agility and she had a good range of attacks.
My opponent (don't remember who) picked Chrono because of his high defense and attack.
it was all going well
and then i decided 'LETS USE MY SPECIAL MOVE!'
and so i pressed a button
and unsealed the pocket watch thinking that a chrono avatar would swoop into the screen and assist me...
but then
instead of someone helping me
my opponent transformed into his full demon form (so in other words HE POWERED UP)
needless to say
i had a 'WTF' moment
because i never really thought of that situation
yet my mind was already one step ahead of me
my mind totally just pwned me.
WTH.
Oh yeah, i lost the game because full demon Chrono is well... fucking kick ass!
where i was playing a street fighter version of Chrono Crusade.
I picked rosette because she had the highest agility and she had a good range of attacks.
My opponent (don't remember who) picked Chrono because of his high defense and attack.
it was all going well
and then i decided 'LETS USE MY SPECIAL MOVE!'
and so i pressed a button
and unsealed the pocket watch thinking that a chrono avatar would swoop into the screen and assist me...
but then
instead of someone helping me
my opponent transformed into his full demon form (so in other words HE POWERED UP)
needless to say
i had a 'WTF' moment
because i never really thought of that situation
yet my mind was already one step ahead of me
my mind totally just pwned me.
WTH.
Oh yeah, i lost the game because full demon Chrono is well... fucking kick ass!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Day 12 - the person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Dear Son of a Bitch,
yeah well, you're a son of a bitch. By the way, i find it EXTREMELY amusing how you're so 'depressed' and 'trying to move on' right now. Especially since you didn't give a damn about others when they were in the same situation. I'm glad that i'm not in your life anymore. I hope you die alone. I also hope you have no friends for the rest of your life. Disappear, God knows that you deserve to.
I hate you,
Patricia Wong
Dear Son of a Bitch,
yeah well, you're a son of a bitch. By the way, i find it EXTREMELY amusing how you're so 'depressed' and 'trying to move on' right now. Especially since you didn't give a damn about others when they were in the same situation. I'm glad that i'm not in your life anymore. I hope you die alone. I also hope you have no friends for the rest of your life. Disappear, God knows that you deserve to.
I hate you,
Patricia Wong
Day 11 - a deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 11 - a deceased person you wish you could talk to
Dear great grand aunt,
I'm so sorry that you had to die. I wish i was a bigger part of your life and you'll never know how grateful i was for you taking care of me when the rest of the family was playing mah jong. I wish i could've talked to you more, but considering we had a language barrier between us (you spoke Vietnamese and i only knew English and Cantonese), it was hard to communicate. But even so, i always knew what you were asking and i could tell that even though i didn't talk to you very much, you still loved me like family and that i had a special place in your heart. I admire you for being such a faithful wife to great grand uncle. I'm sorry that i didn't think more of you on the day of your funeral. I was young and naive back then and now that i truly understand what it means for someone to be really 'gone', i regret not paying better respects to you.
My prayers go out to you great grand auntie. Rest in peace.
Forever,
Patricia Wong
Dear great grand aunt,
I'm so sorry that you had to die. I wish i was a bigger part of your life and you'll never know how grateful i was for you taking care of me when the rest of the family was playing mah jong. I wish i could've talked to you more, but considering we had a language barrier between us (you spoke Vietnamese and i only knew English and Cantonese), it was hard to communicate. But even so, i always knew what you were asking and i could tell that even though i didn't talk to you very much, you still loved me like family and that i had a special place in your heart. I admire you for being such a faithful wife to great grand uncle. I'm sorry that i didn't think more of you on the day of your funeral. I was young and naive back then and now that i truly understand what it means for someone to be really 'gone', i regret not paying better respects to you.
My prayers go out to you great grand auntie. Rest in peace.
Forever,
Patricia Wong
Day 10 - someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to
Day 10 - someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Dear realistic me,
i realize it's been a while since i've actually had a significant, LOOONG conversation with you. I'm sorry for ditching you for dreamer me. Even though i don't talk to you as much anymore, does not mean that i don't know you're there and the significance of you. I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to stomp on the dreamer me by always bringing me back to reality when i start daydreaming for too long. I know i used to talk to you everyday, but i really don't feel like i belong in this world anymore. I like my fantasy world better, and i know you do as well considering how completely and utterly cynical and pessimistic you are.
Please let me indulge in my childish whims just a little longer. I promise that i'll always come back no matter what, after all, i can't escape reality for too long can i?
Yourself,
Patricia Wong
YES I TALK TO MYSELF. got a problem? shove it.
Dear realistic me,
i realize it's been a while since i've actually had a significant, LOOONG conversation with you. I'm sorry for ditching you for dreamer me. Even though i don't talk to you as much anymore, does not mean that i don't know you're there and the significance of you. I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to stomp on the dreamer me by always bringing me back to reality when i start daydreaming for too long. I know i used to talk to you everyday, but i really don't feel like i belong in this world anymore. I like my fantasy world better, and i know you do as well considering how completely and utterly cynical and pessimistic you are.
Please let me indulge in my childish whims just a little longer. I promise that i'll always come back no matter what, after all, i can't escape reality for too long can i?
Yourself,
Patricia Wong
YES I TALK TO MYSELF. got a problem? shove it.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Day 09 - someone you wish you could meet
Day 09 - someone you wish you could meet
Dear Greg Proops,
Hello! this might be weird just randomly writing a letter out of the blue, but what the heck eh?
anyways, i'm a big fan of 'whose line is it anyways?' and i think the work you did on the show is absolutely brilliant. I sincerely hope that you, ryan, chip and jeff come to alberta to do a 'Whose live anyways?' performance! that would really really really make me happy! if you could somehow drag Mr. Mochrie along, that'd be even better :)
Perhaps instead of doing a show in calgary like last time, you could do one in edmonton? unfortunately i was not able to attend your previous show (much to my overwhelming regret) but i really do hope to see the whose line cast live someday!
I think perhaps i will stop this letter here now, before i start babbling random things that would only waste your time. God knows you'll never read this anyhow.
Sincerely,
Patricia Wong
Dear Greg Proops,
Hello! this might be weird just randomly writing a letter out of the blue, but what the heck eh?
anyways, i'm a big fan of 'whose line is it anyways?' and i think the work you did on the show is absolutely brilliant. I sincerely hope that you, ryan, chip and jeff come to alberta to do a 'Whose live anyways?' performance! that would really really really make me happy! if you could somehow drag Mr. Mochrie along, that'd be even better :)
Perhaps instead of doing a show in calgary like last time, you could do one in edmonton? unfortunately i was not able to attend your previous show (much to my overwhelming regret) but i really do hope to see the whose line cast live someday!
I think perhaps i will stop this letter here now, before i start babbling random things that would only waste your time. God knows you'll never read this anyhow.
Sincerely,
Patricia Wong
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Day 08 - your favourite internet friend
Day 08 - your favourite internet friend
Dear person who does not exist,
yeah well, you don't exist.
Good day,
Patricia Wong.
Dear person who does not exist,
yeah well, you don't exist.
Good day,
Patricia Wong.
Day 07 - your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 07 - your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Dear Bastard,
I'm so glad that you are out of my life. Thank you for making me hate you. I hope you burn in hell for everything that you've done. I also hope that you get hit by a car sometime in the near future. I don't care that you're going through a hard part of your life right now because you clearly didn't care when i was. I laugh at your pitiful attempt to be friends. After all, wasn't it you who said that rebuilding a friendship between us wasn't 'worth your time'? It makes me hysterical that you want to be friends after all this time. What are you fucking insane? i really do think you should be admitted into a mental hospital. You keep saying that you're 'sorry' but you make no move to validate that bold apology. You can't even gather up the courage to talk to me face to face. Once a coward, always a coward.
I'm not going to waste anymore time on you.
Go fuck yourself. <-- remember those words? the last 3 words that i spoke to you.
Sincerely,
Patricia Wong
Dear Bastard,
I'm so glad that you are out of my life. Thank you for making me hate you. I hope you burn in hell for everything that you've done. I also hope that you get hit by a car sometime in the near future. I don't care that you're going through a hard part of your life right now because you clearly didn't care when i was. I laugh at your pitiful attempt to be friends. After all, wasn't it you who said that rebuilding a friendship between us wasn't 'worth your time'? It makes me hysterical that you want to be friends after all this time. What are you fucking insane? i really do think you should be admitted into a mental hospital. You keep saying that you're 'sorry' but you make no move to validate that bold apology. You can't even gather up the courage to talk to me face to face. Once a coward, always a coward.
I'm not going to waste anymore time on you.
Go fuck yourself. <-- remember those words? the last 3 words that i spoke to you.
Sincerely,
Patricia Wong
Friday, August 13, 2010
Day 06 - a stranger
Day 06 - a stranger
Dear stranger,
i don't know why i'm writing you this letter. My parents taught me never to talk to strangers and as my friend s.Woo would put it, 'stranger = danger!'
i guess that's all i have to say to you, otherwise i'd really start to worry.
Sincerely,
Patricia Wong.
Dear stranger,
i don't know why i'm writing you this letter. My parents taught me never to talk to strangers and as my friend s.Woo would put it, 'stranger = danger!'
i guess that's all i have to say to you, otherwise i'd really start to worry.
Sincerely,
Patricia Wong.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Blank Slate.
*sigh* so after being completely restored to 'point blank' state, my baby is now running okay again T___T it's going to take me a LOONG time to get back to where i used to...
It's Official.
Yep. It's official. Patricia Computer #3 has just died... ARRRGGHHHH!!! !@#$%^& hells. T________T
Thanks to g.Polok and j.Nesbitt for trying to help me though... you gave me hope, even if only for half an hour ;___;
Thanks to g.Polok and j.Nesbitt for trying to help me though... you gave me hope, even if only for half an hour ;___;
My Poor Baby is Broken :'(
yep, that's right. You saw it on fb, you saw it on msn. MY POOR BABY IS BROKEN! WAAAHH! apparently my web explorer messed up my computer and the only way to fix it is to completely restore it. Which means i'll lose all my files and crap... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO T________T
So just a heads up... might not be online as often as i would like... my brother is only being nice and letting me use his comp while he's away... which seems to be less often nowadays i don't know why. But yeah... *sigh*
i think i'll go sulk in a corner and bake cookies... TT^TT
So just a heads up... might not be online as often as i would like... my brother is only being nice and letting me use his comp while he's away... which seems to be less often nowadays i don't know why. But yeah... *sigh*
i think i'll go sulk in a corner and bake cookies... TT^TT
Day 05 - your dreams
Day 05 - your dreams
Dear Dreams,
i love you. Please don't ever leave me. you are funny, random, exhilerating, thrilling, and everything else that is good. I can't wait to fall asleep every night because i can't wait to go back to my dream world. I'm sorry i control you so often, i only want to have fun. Thank you for being nice most of the time and for not giving me nightmares. When you do give me nightmares, i'm sorry that i always cut you off halfway, but i don't like those dreams so i have to stop it. I wish i remembered every single detail about all my dreams, but i'm more than happy with what i remember now. Thank you for being so fun and exciting all the time, but i really do wish you would let me EAT the food before i wake up.
Please stop bringing my real life worries into my dream world. i like to leave them behind. Even though you give my worries a funny twist, it still makes me a bit unnerved. By the way, i'm sorry that i'm straining my imagination. From the amount of weird dreams i've had so far, i guess it must be pretty hard to keep thinking of new situations to top the last dream.
See you tonight!
Your host,
Patricia Wong
Dear Dreams,
i love you. Please don't ever leave me. you are funny, random, exhilerating, thrilling, and everything else that is good. I can't wait to fall asleep every night because i can't wait to go back to my dream world. I'm sorry i control you so often, i only want to have fun. Thank you for being nice most of the time and for not giving me nightmares. When you do give me nightmares, i'm sorry that i always cut you off halfway, but i don't like those dreams so i have to stop it. I wish i remembered every single detail about all my dreams, but i'm more than happy with what i remember now. Thank you for being so fun and exciting all the time, but i really do wish you would let me EAT the food before i wake up.
Please stop bringing my real life worries into my dream world. i like to leave them behind. Even though you give my worries a funny twist, it still makes me a bit unnerved. By the way, i'm sorry that i'm straining my imagination. From the amount of weird dreams i've had so far, i guess it must be pretty hard to keep thinking of new situations to top the last dream.
See you tonight!
Your host,
Patricia Wong
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Day 04 - your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 04 - your sibling (or closest relative)
Dear Patrick,
Thank you for finally stop being an ass.
As surprised as you may be to know this, you are actually the one family member that i don't hate more than 50%.
Thank you for being a big brother to me and looking out for me. Just so you know, the whole 'i'm a tough big brother and i bully my sister' facade doesn't work against me. Thank you for caring even though you try to hide it.
Please stop poking me on occasion randomly demanding that i 'acknowledge' you.
As weird and horrible this sounds to both of us, i hope that when we grow up, we will still see each other often.
That's all i'm going to say before both you AND me tape my hands together and mouth shut.
Your sister,
絲惠
Dear Patrick,
Thank you for finally stop being an ass.
As surprised as you may be to know this, you are actually the one family member that i don't hate more than 50%.
Thank you for being a big brother to me and looking out for me. Just so you know, the whole 'i'm a tough big brother and i bully my sister' facade doesn't work against me. Thank you for caring even though you try to hide it.
Please stop poking me on occasion randomly demanding that i 'acknowledge' you.
As weird and horrible this sounds to both of us, i hope that when we grow up, we will still see each other often.
That's all i'm going to say before both you AND me tape my hands together and mouth shut.
Your sister,
絲惠
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Day 03 - your parents
Day 03 - your parents
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry i'm such a terrible daughter. I'm sorry that i always talk back at you and never listen to you, but i need you to understand that i'm not as stupid as you think i am. I am capable of making my own choices as well as understanding the consequences that come with those choices. I want you to stop dictating my life. I know that compared to your childhood, i'm pretty much living in heaven, but different situations call for different actions. Because you grew up during the war and had to escape from the country, you had to work harder than many people in their entire lifetimes, but just because you've done that, doesn't mean that i'm completely incapable of taking care of myself because i didn't do the same stuff as you during your childhood. I know that you're only trying to do what's best for me and that's why i shut my mouth 75% of the time (i know it doesn't seem like it, but i actually do shut up and put up).
I wish you guys would stop arguing. Do you know what it does to a child when they have to listen to their parents screaming and shouting at each other? When i was little i had no idea what was going on and i always blamed myself. Maybe if i wasn't born, then everyone would be happier. That's what i always told myself as a child because even the tiniest thing involving me would spark a giant shouting contest. Did you know, during the first 13 years of my life before mom got cancer and had her surgery, i hated going home? because you two never talked. For the first fucking 13 years of my life, my parents never spoke to one another except to yell and scream and threaten each other. I used up 13 birthday wishes because of that. Every year i would wish for the same thing: 'let us become a family. let mom and dad talk to each other without fighting. let us become a family'. It took 13 years for my wish to come true. Even now you still argue at times but not as much.
Mom, i'm sorry that i didn't visit you when you were in the hospital (minus that one time i came). I don't know why i didn't want to go, maybe a part of me really didn't want to see you lying on a hospital bed because it scared me to think that the person who always cared for me my entire life might suddenly break and leave me alone. Or maybe because it just didn't seem real to me that you were in the hospital fighting cancer and that i just hadn't realized the weight of the situation. Whatever the reason is, i'm really sorry. I know i've said that you and dad were horrible parents, but i'm an equally horrible daughter.
Dad, i don't want you to move to the UK for work. Even if it IS after i finish university. I know i'm being selfish, but i don't want you to move away. I know you made me a promise when i was 7 that you would hold on as long as you could and once we grew up, you would be able to let go without worrying about us, but things are better now. You and mom aren't fighting as much and we actually spend time as a family now. Please don't move away. Out of the two of you, you actually treat me like an adult and i really appreciate that. You understand me better than mom and you always care for me even when i'm being a bitch (for lack of a better word). I'm sorry i always treat you like crap. It's just you seem to have the worst timing in the world and you always catch me when i'm in a really pissed off mood. I'm not actually mad at you, it's just that i have serious anger issues. Thank you for caring so much about my education and i'm sorry i keep shopping and spending your money. I'm working on stopping that.
That's all i have to say really. I'm sorry that i don't have the courage to say any of this in real life. I know that you'll never read this but if you somehow do, i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner.
Thanks mom and dad.
Love,
Patricia Wong
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry i'm such a terrible daughter. I'm sorry that i always talk back at you and never listen to you, but i need you to understand that i'm not as stupid as you think i am. I am capable of making my own choices as well as understanding the consequences that come with those choices. I want you to stop dictating my life. I know that compared to your childhood, i'm pretty much living in heaven, but different situations call for different actions. Because you grew up during the war and had to escape from the country, you had to work harder than many people in their entire lifetimes, but just because you've done that, doesn't mean that i'm completely incapable of taking care of myself because i didn't do the same stuff as you during your childhood. I know that you're only trying to do what's best for me and that's why i shut my mouth 75% of the time (i know it doesn't seem like it, but i actually do shut up and put up).
I wish you guys would stop arguing. Do you know what it does to a child when they have to listen to their parents screaming and shouting at each other? When i was little i had no idea what was going on and i always blamed myself. Maybe if i wasn't born, then everyone would be happier. That's what i always told myself as a child because even the tiniest thing involving me would spark a giant shouting contest. Did you know, during the first 13 years of my life before mom got cancer and had her surgery, i hated going home? because you two never talked. For the first fucking 13 years of my life, my parents never spoke to one another except to yell and scream and threaten each other. I used up 13 birthday wishes because of that. Every year i would wish for the same thing: 'let us become a family. let mom and dad talk to each other without fighting. let us become a family'. It took 13 years for my wish to come true. Even now you still argue at times but not as much.
Mom, i'm sorry that i didn't visit you when you were in the hospital (minus that one time i came). I don't know why i didn't want to go, maybe a part of me really didn't want to see you lying on a hospital bed because it scared me to think that the person who always cared for me my entire life might suddenly break and leave me alone. Or maybe because it just didn't seem real to me that you were in the hospital fighting cancer and that i just hadn't realized the weight of the situation. Whatever the reason is, i'm really sorry. I know i've said that you and dad were horrible parents, but i'm an equally horrible daughter.
Dad, i don't want you to move to the UK for work. Even if it IS after i finish university. I know i'm being selfish, but i don't want you to move away. I know you made me a promise when i was 7 that you would hold on as long as you could and once we grew up, you would be able to let go without worrying about us, but things are better now. You and mom aren't fighting as much and we actually spend time as a family now. Please don't move away. Out of the two of you, you actually treat me like an adult and i really appreciate that. You understand me better than mom and you always care for me even when i'm being a bitch (for lack of a better word). I'm sorry i always treat you like crap. It's just you seem to have the worst timing in the world and you always catch me when i'm in a really pissed off mood. I'm not actually mad at you, it's just that i have serious anger issues. Thank you for caring so much about my education and i'm sorry i keep shopping and spending your money. I'm working on stopping that.
That's all i have to say really. I'm sorry that i don't have the courage to say any of this in real life. I know that you'll never read this but if you somehow do, i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner.
Thanks mom and dad.
Love,
Patricia Wong
Monday, August 9, 2010
Damn You Canadian Weather.
It just finished hailing. Crazy flash showers made the streets flood (well, at least the streets that i drove by). Damn you canadian weather.
Day 02 - your crush
Day 02 - your crush AKA Mr. Right
Dr. Mr. Right,
I have not met you yet but here i am writing you a letter simply because this quiz/chain thing/whatever the hell is it told me to. I hope that when i meet you i will leave a good impression. I also hope that you will like my weird quirks and mood swings. I hope you find me as adorable as other people do. I also hope that you will love me back and remain loyal as long as we are together. Follow the word 'loyalty' to the letter boy, or it's so long for you. I hope that when we meet, it will be a good meeting that i will remember for years to come :)
Thank you whoever you are for coming into my life in the future!
Patricia Wong
Dr. Mr. Right,
I have not met you yet but here i am writing you a letter simply because this quiz/chain thing/whatever the hell is it told me to. I hope that when i meet you i will leave a good impression. I also hope that you will like my weird quirks and mood swings. I hope you find me as adorable as other people do. I also hope that you will love me back and remain loyal as long as we are together. Follow the word 'loyalty' to the letter boy, or it's so long for you. I hope that when we meet, it will be a good meeting that i will remember for years to come :)
Thank you whoever you are for coming into my life in the future!
Patricia Wong
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Letters. Day one: Chris.
Day 01 - your best friend
Day 02 - your crush
Day 03 - your parents
Day 04 - your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 05 - your dreams
Day 06 - a stranger
Day 07 - your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 08 - your favourite internet friend
Day 09 - someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 - someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 - a deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 - the person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 - someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 - someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 - the person you miss the most
Day 16 - someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 - someone from your childhood
Day 18 - the person that you wish you could be
Day 19 - someone that pesters your mind, good or bad
Day 20 - the one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 - someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 - someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 - the last person you kissed
Day 24 - the person that gave you your favourite memory
Day 25 - the person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 - the last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 - the friendliest person you only knew for one day
Day 28 - someone that changed your mind
Day 29 - the person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 - your reflection in the mirror
Okay~ lets do this~~
DAY ONE : Day 01 - your best friend
Dear Chris,
Thank you so much. You have no idea how much i appreciate you and how much support and strength you have given me. You were the first one there when i was broken and you stayed there till the bitter end. You gave me a shoulder to cry on and i'm pretty sure i ruined at least one of your shirts by bawling my eyes out. I still don't know how you can understand my stuttered jibberish that i blab out when i'm crying. You've always been there for me. You were there when i needed someone, and you were there standing at the sidelines even when i didn't even realize you were there. I'm so sorry that we didn't become friends faster, and if i could turn back time, i would make sure that i would be the first person to talk to you when you first moved here. The support you give me is pretty much what holds me together, and if i didn't have you around i think i would probably still be wallowing in self pity and self loathing. it's people like you that make me realize that i can't just give up on life halfway because that would be taking the easy way out. All teenagers go through depression and think about suicide at least once in their lives. Ever since we became friends i've never had a single suicidal thought ever. That's because i realize that suicide only hurts those who care about us, and i'd rather die than hurt the person who has done so much for me and asked for so little in return. I love how we can talk about anything and laugh together at the dumbest things. I also like our very retarded conversations, especially when we add Linda into the mix HAHA. Surprisingly, i feel more comfortable around you than around anyone else. I know i've said this to you before, but i'll say it again: i'm so glad you're more in touch with your feminine side than the rest of the population of male species. You're actually a man while they've yet to reach evolution.
I like how you can make me laugh until my stomach hurts and i start to tear up, and i like how i can do the same to you :) I also like how even though we constantly play mind games with each other, we always go along with it and end up creating unforgettable memories (good or bad or just plain stupid).
I think i can say for certain that you are the one person in my life that i'd rather die than have you taken away from me. We'll be best friends for the rest of our lives. I know it. I'll make it so and i know you will too :)
So here's to us and the many years to come!
Cheers Best Friend,
Patricia Wong
Day 02 - your crush
Day 03 - your parents
Day 04 - your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 05 - your dreams
Day 06 - a stranger
Day 07 - your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 08 - your favourite internet friend
Day 09 - someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 - someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 - a deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 - the person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 - someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 - someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 - the person you miss the most
Day 16 - someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 - someone from your childhood
Day 18 - the person that you wish you could be
Day 19 - someone that pesters your mind, good or bad
Day 20 - the one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 - someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 - someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 - the last person you kissed
Day 24 - the person that gave you your favourite memory
Day 25 - the person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 - the last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 - the friendliest person you only knew for one day
Day 28 - someone that changed your mind
Day 29 - the person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 - your reflection in the mirror
Okay~ lets do this~~
DAY ONE : Day 01 - your best friend
Dear Chris,
Thank you so much. You have no idea how much i appreciate you and how much support and strength you have given me. You were the first one there when i was broken and you stayed there till the bitter end. You gave me a shoulder to cry on and i'm pretty sure i ruined at least one of your shirts by bawling my eyes out. I still don't know how you can understand my stuttered jibberish that i blab out when i'm crying. You've always been there for me. You were there when i needed someone, and you were there standing at the sidelines even when i didn't even realize you were there. I'm so sorry that we didn't become friends faster, and if i could turn back time, i would make sure that i would be the first person to talk to you when you first moved here. The support you give me is pretty much what holds me together, and if i didn't have you around i think i would probably still be wallowing in self pity and self loathing. it's people like you that make me realize that i can't just give up on life halfway because that would be taking the easy way out. All teenagers go through depression and think about suicide at least once in their lives. Ever since we became friends i've never had a single suicidal thought ever. That's because i realize that suicide only hurts those who care about us, and i'd rather die than hurt the person who has done so much for me and asked for so little in return. I love how we can talk about anything and laugh together at the dumbest things. I also like our very retarded conversations, especially when we add Linda into the mix HAHA. Surprisingly, i feel more comfortable around you than around anyone else. I know i've said this to you before, but i'll say it again: i'm so glad you're more in touch with your feminine side than the rest of the population of male species. You're actually a man while they've yet to reach evolution.
I like how you can make me laugh until my stomach hurts and i start to tear up, and i like how i can do the same to you :) I also like how even though we constantly play mind games with each other, we always go along with it and end up creating unforgettable memories (good or bad or just plain stupid).
I think i can say for certain that you are the one person in my life that i'd rather die than have you taken away from me. We'll be best friends for the rest of our lives. I know it. I'll make it so and i know you will too :)
So here's to us and the many years to come!
Cheers Best Friend,
Patricia Wong
Reflection (from Mulan) Haynes thinwall 1933 flute sounds great
haha, so here i am watching his fingers attempting to figure out the music itself. I see a F# in there somewhere and i'm like okay... so it's a sharp key! then i see Ab a couple of times and i'm thinking okay, that must be G# if i'm in a sharp key signature right? then i see F natural and i do a doubletake. Maybe it's not in a sharp key and that the F# was just a rare note in there? ARGH. Whatever, i'll just learn to play it by ear.
Where I Dream Nonsensical Things.
Oh my.
I woke up just about 20 minutes ago with a bleeding nose and lingering fragments of my really weird dream. Since i don't feel like delving into just how bloody my bleeding noses can be, i'll skip over that and go straight to the dream.
I haven't had a dream like this in a long time. Usually (for those of you who know) i dream about really... random things like a flying carpet or a floating giant hamburger (yep, remember me telling you guys that one? L.O.L) and even my old chinese teacher trying to kill me for failing a written vocabulary test? yeah, this was nothing like that.
Of course it did have it's weird moments like the whole 'i own a giant red war horn' thing, but i'm not going to talk about that much. In my dream, i was in this really weird place and i distinctly remember thinking that whoever designed the building was an idiot because of all the trouble you had to go through to get to a certain spot. Pretty much if you walked in the entrance, you were greeted by 4 escalators, all 4 going down. then after you finished those escalators, you could either wander around on that floor which had basically classrooms or you could go down another floor with anoter set of escalators. This repeated for like 4 floors and considering in my dream i mostly had to run to the library and back outside constantly (the library was on the very last floor) i was a bit ticked. Since this place had a library and classrooms and people walking around with backpacks and stuff, it was pretty clear that this was a school, but i just had no idea WHICH school it was since i did not recognize any of the place at all, i just happened to know my way around (such is the way of dreams). Skipping the whole 'study class period in library' scene, the dream takes me outside where i suddenly start feeling extremely upset and worried about something/someone. This is when i sprint back to the library attempting to save whatever or whoever it is that i'm worried about. On the way down i see my friend Colyn and that's when i realize that the place was a dream version of my school (yes, i actually have a conscious mind when dreaming. Like, i can think to myself 'this is a messed up dream... but lets go along anyways') By the time i get to the library and i'm looking around, i find nothing but old ladies sewing (THAT was the weirdest part of my dream) and i realize i forgot my red horn by the desk that i was studying at. Feeling disappointed and still worried, i return back with my horn in tow and return up the 4 flights of escalators. When i return outside, in the crowd, i see these 3 boys. Two of them are throwing snowballs at the third one but you can tell that they're not trying to hurt him, instead, they are trying to aim so that the snowball just barely nicks the boy.
Apparently the third boy is the person that i've been worrying about because the next thing you know i'm running towards him nearly in tears. I stop directly in front of him and hold up a really beat up and torn touque that is his (how i got it, i don't know). After a moment of nothing, it turns into a sob fest. Well, mostly on my part anyways. I'm holding onto him for dear life and demanding to know why he did whatever the hell it was he did and whether he was stupid enough to want to receive a beating from me for making me worry so much. It was sometime during this scene that it registers in my mind that the three boys are actually triplets. Meanwhile, the third boy is desperately trying to console me but is holding onto me just as tightly. At one point he says 'i saved myself' out of the blue which really doesn't make sense because there was no backstory, but to the dream me, it made sense. Apparently the dream me knew that he had gotten kidnapped or something, well not kidnapped, maybe mobbed by a bunch of older bullies? idk, all i know is that he disappeared and was getting beat up in some way.
And that's where my dream ends. With me sobbing my heart out to this random guy that i don't know but supposedly do. Most of my dreams end abruptly like that, or at least as soon as the problem is solved.
I'm not going to say i hated my dream, because i didn't. But i'm not going to say i loved it either because half of it consists of me bawling my eyes out. The only thing i can say is that the boy seemed awfully familiar. I can't remember his face or anything, but i can remember how relieved and happy i was to be hugging him again.
Hm.
Weird.
I woke up just about 20 minutes ago with a bleeding nose and lingering fragments of my really weird dream. Since i don't feel like delving into just how bloody my bleeding noses can be, i'll skip over that and go straight to the dream.
I haven't had a dream like this in a long time. Usually (for those of you who know) i dream about really... random things like a flying carpet or a floating giant hamburger (yep, remember me telling you guys that one? L.O.L) and even my old chinese teacher trying to kill me for failing a written vocabulary test? yeah, this was nothing like that.
Of course it did have it's weird moments like the whole 'i own a giant red war horn' thing, but i'm not going to talk about that much. In my dream, i was in this really weird place and i distinctly remember thinking that whoever designed the building was an idiot because of all the trouble you had to go through to get to a certain spot. Pretty much if you walked in the entrance, you were greeted by 4 escalators, all 4 going down. then after you finished those escalators, you could either wander around on that floor which had basically classrooms or you could go down another floor with anoter set of escalators. This repeated for like 4 floors and considering in my dream i mostly had to run to the library and back outside constantly (the library was on the very last floor) i was a bit ticked. Since this place had a library and classrooms and people walking around with backpacks and stuff, it was pretty clear that this was a school, but i just had no idea WHICH school it was since i did not recognize any of the place at all, i just happened to know my way around (such is the way of dreams). Skipping the whole 'study class period in library' scene, the dream takes me outside where i suddenly start feeling extremely upset and worried about something/someone. This is when i sprint back to the library attempting to save whatever or whoever it is that i'm worried about. On the way down i see my friend Colyn and that's when i realize that the place was a dream version of my school (yes, i actually have a conscious mind when dreaming. Like, i can think to myself 'this is a messed up dream... but lets go along anyways') By the time i get to the library and i'm looking around, i find nothing but old ladies sewing (THAT was the weirdest part of my dream) and i realize i forgot my red horn by the desk that i was studying at. Feeling disappointed and still worried, i return back with my horn in tow and return up the 4 flights of escalators. When i return outside, in the crowd, i see these 3 boys. Two of them are throwing snowballs at the third one but you can tell that they're not trying to hurt him, instead, they are trying to aim so that the snowball just barely nicks the boy.
Apparently the third boy is the person that i've been worrying about because the next thing you know i'm running towards him nearly in tears. I stop directly in front of him and hold up a really beat up and torn touque that is his (how i got it, i don't know). After a moment of nothing, it turns into a sob fest. Well, mostly on my part anyways. I'm holding onto him for dear life and demanding to know why he did whatever the hell it was he did and whether he was stupid enough to want to receive a beating from me for making me worry so much. It was sometime during this scene that it registers in my mind that the three boys are actually triplets. Meanwhile, the third boy is desperately trying to console me but is holding onto me just as tightly. At one point he says 'i saved myself' out of the blue which really doesn't make sense because there was no backstory, but to the dream me, it made sense. Apparently the dream me knew that he had gotten kidnapped or something, well not kidnapped, maybe mobbed by a bunch of older bullies? idk, all i know is that he disappeared and was getting beat up in some way.
And that's where my dream ends. With me sobbing my heart out to this random guy that i don't know but supposedly do. Most of my dreams end abruptly like that, or at least as soon as the problem is solved.
I'm not going to say i hated my dream, because i didn't. But i'm not going to say i loved it either because half of it consists of me bawling my eyes out. The only thing i can say is that the boy seemed awfully familiar. I can't remember his face or anything, but i can remember how relieved and happy i was to be hugging him again.
Hm.
Weird.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
About a Time Gone By.
I was watching random video's on youtube because, you know, that's what you do when you're bored. During my video marathon, i suddenly felt the urge to blog this:
As a personal opinion, i think the singer that is absolutely amazing live as well as in all her recordings is and will forever be Celine Dion.
Her voice is real unlike most of the people nowadays. I wish that we could bring back true talent instead of having to use autotuners when artists are recording.
As a personal opinion, i think the singer that is absolutely amazing live as well as in all her recordings is and will forever be Celine Dion.
Her voice is real unlike most of the people nowadays. I wish that we could bring back true talent instead of having to use autotuners when artists are recording.
The Mind is Strong, But the Body Weak.
I haven't updated in a long time... and i totally admit that it's my fault. My apologies. However i think i will be updating quite frequently from now on. I've just had so many random thoughts lately and there's no way to sort it out other than to blog them all.
First of all, i'd like to say that i've finally gotten around to pushing myself to work out every day! i'm actually really proud. You've no idea. Considering how lazy i am, it's considered something close to a miracle for me to get up everyday and make myself pull my bike out of the garden shed and bike to Grand Trunk to work out in the gym. Thankfully though, my friend Sandra has been amazing enough to agree to work out with me every single day to lessen my torture. In case i forget to say this the next time i see you: I LOVE YOU SANDRA! Thank you for spending money to buy a pass just to come exercise with me. It means a lot :)
I lose track of time quite easily i've noticed. For example, today when i went to work out, i actually stayed there for close to 4 hours. Yeah. What the hell was i doing? how am i supposed to know? When i got there, Sandra was there (which was a surprise because i thought she would've left since she had something to do later and needed time to go home and stuff) and we did some weights and what not. After she left (which was pretty much half an hour later) i started doing my own thing. Cardio... weights... lunges...stretches...cardio again...more weights... more weights... and next thing you know it's almost 6 o clock.
Yeah, i actually lift a lot of weights. Considering half the machinery in there is for weight lifting it's not like i have a choice, not to mention for a girl, i have stronger arms than most (i don't know if that's a good or bad thing) and weights are easy for me (most people prefer not to do weights because it's too hard. i mean, what kind of reason is that?)
I'm going back tomorrow (obviously.) and hopefully my abs will have recovered from our last workout so i can do some more core exercises. I'd forgotten how painful it is to work out the core muscles. The past 2 days i couldn't sneeze without cringing in pain; nor could i sit up in bed or cough or laugh without feeling soreness.
I'm still trying to find another job. God knows i need the money. I wish there was some miracle pill that cures the urges to shop. However when i DO shop, i'm always very picky. I'll go through every single rack and all the clothing on it and pick out the ones i like, then i'll try them on and toss out the bad ones, and FINALLY, the last step - look at the price tag. is it worth it? most of them aren't. Even though i succumb to my shopping urges a lot, i CAN tell a need from a want...
I actually plan to go shopping sometime soon. I heard from Ashley that there's a giant sale on flip-flops at Army & Navy and that she bought 10 pairs of flip flops. Amazing, how many shoes does a girl need anyways? I'm not one to talk though, considering i have millions of shoes. I think i own the most shoes out of my entire family, INCLUDING all my cousins and aunts and uncles and whatnot. Oh well, time to add flip-flops to the collection! After all, most of my shoes are heels and i don't have any flip flops whatsoever. It's nice to have a variety.
I think i will end this blog there, my mom has just announced that dinner is served~ i wonder what's cooking? Probably something delicious as always :) Moms food is always the best!
First of all, i'd like to say that i've finally gotten around to pushing myself to work out every day! i'm actually really proud. You've no idea. Considering how lazy i am, it's considered something close to a miracle for me to get up everyday and make myself pull my bike out of the garden shed and bike to Grand Trunk to work out in the gym. Thankfully though, my friend Sandra has been amazing enough to agree to work out with me every single day to lessen my torture. In case i forget to say this the next time i see you: I LOVE YOU SANDRA! Thank you for spending money to buy a pass just to come exercise with me. It means a lot :)
I lose track of time quite easily i've noticed. For example, today when i went to work out, i actually stayed there for close to 4 hours. Yeah. What the hell was i doing? how am i supposed to know? When i got there, Sandra was there (which was a surprise because i thought she would've left since she had something to do later and needed time to go home and stuff) and we did some weights and what not. After she left (which was pretty much half an hour later) i started doing my own thing. Cardio... weights... lunges...stretches...cardio again...more weights... more weights... and next thing you know it's almost 6 o clock.
Yeah, i actually lift a lot of weights. Considering half the machinery in there is for weight lifting it's not like i have a choice, not to mention for a girl, i have stronger arms than most (i don't know if that's a good or bad thing) and weights are easy for me (most people prefer not to do weights because it's too hard. i mean, what kind of reason is that?)
I'm going back tomorrow (obviously.) and hopefully my abs will have recovered from our last workout so i can do some more core exercises. I'd forgotten how painful it is to work out the core muscles. The past 2 days i couldn't sneeze without cringing in pain; nor could i sit up in bed or cough or laugh without feeling soreness.
I'm still trying to find another job. God knows i need the money. I wish there was some miracle pill that cures the urges to shop. However when i DO shop, i'm always very picky. I'll go through every single rack and all the clothing on it and pick out the ones i like, then i'll try them on and toss out the bad ones, and FINALLY, the last step - look at the price tag. is it worth it? most of them aren't. Even though i succumb to my shopping urges a lot, i CAN tell a need from a want...
I actually plan to go shopping sometime soon. I heard from Ashley that there's a giant sale on flip-flops at Army & Navy and that she bought 10 pairs of flip flops. Amazing, how many shoes does a girl need anyways? I'm not one to talk though, considering i have millions of shoes. I think i own the most shoes out of my entire family, INCLUDING all my cousins and aunts and uncles and whatnot. Oh well, time to add flip-flops to the collection! After all, most of my shoes are heels and i don't have any flip flops whatsoever. It's nice to have a variety.
I think i will end this blog there, my mom has just announced that dinner is served~ i wonder what's cooking? Probably something delicious as always :) Moms food is always the best!
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