My dear, sweet friends.
Are so hell annoying.
I know its bad swearing online. I really do know.
But what do you do when your friends have a misunderstanding? And you're caught in the middle? All I want to do is to wash my hands off this matter.
Call me guilty: I will feel guilty if I don't do something on this matter. It really is getting out of hand.
The problem(part 1)
S***** might be leaving SIS, and of all the things that should happen, she got into an argument with L*****. And really over dumb things to! Like, L***** had fries, and S***** asked if she could have one. L***** sighed, and S***** got angry.
That's dumb. Who would fall out over a fry?
Call me selfish: I really want to wash my hands out of this matter. I don't want to care. Why should I, anyway? It's not my problem. Thing is, we are like a sandwhich. With S***** at the top, me and J**** in the middle (*kiap!*), and L***** at the bottom.
Call me proud: I am so proud, I can't believe I let it get in my way. What has proud got to do with this? You ask. Everything. I'm so god-damn (sorry god!) proud that I can't stand eating alone. Not that I mind, what with me being a loner and all (I underwent a personality change upon entering hong kong), but I DON'T WANT others to think of me as somebody with no friends!! They would think I was weird, or something. And I don't take the innitiative!!! So, I can't, won't, be without someone to eat with.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
ChatterBOX
Ya, ya sure thing :) prettystarpony96@hotmail.com
Stupid chatterbox won't work!! I reckon if you want to chat with me, you can reply on this blog(provided that the chatterbox doesn't work), cos' it looks like I won't be able to reply on that damn thing.
Stupid chatterbox won't work!! I reckon if you want to chat with me, you can reply on this blog(provided that the chatterbox doesn't work), cos' it looks like I won't be able to reply on that damn thing.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
My sister...
...is so dumb.
Case 1: The chair
The chair.
When you fling open the main door to our apartment, the first thing you see is a nice, folded out chair with a white cushion on it, provided if you don't see the shoe rack first.
Then, you see the fish tank, and following in the fish tank direction, you see a white dining chair which isn't so convenient to reach and doesn't look half as comfertable.
Thing is, whenever my sister and I come home from a long day in school, we always see the cushioned chair first. That's where the problems start.
My grandmother, sick and tired of us squabbling over it, finally set down a rule:Whoever comes through the door first sits at the second chair.
Obviously, the both of us became gracious upon letting the other through the door first. Ocasionally when she forgotten, I would grab the chance and sit on the first (without cheating, I enter through the door next) chair.
Just now, she came in and put her big, flabby butt on the chair. And she came in first.
She acts... so, so...
I don't even know how to define her. Even if I manage to do that, it would definately not be a good word. I see the negative features of her. It's a bit hard to explain, but the sweet, cute child others see is a bossy, stubborn, spoiled brat.(And many more)
I can just see how my father and uncle would react now. Probably yelling at me for defining my sis in such a way.
But in school, we learn about integrity. Honesty. How can you bring yourself to lie about someone's personality? I see her this way, but I can't say it. Why? Because it's rude. Because it's rude, we cannot say what we think. Because it's rude, we are not honest. How many times have you actually been truthful? Ever had a critic you wanted to say but couldn't? It's not polite, social etiqutte is very important, which minus out integrity and honesty.
Freedom... should be erased from the dictionary. No one is free in this world. If that were true, chaos would regain. No law, no nothing. Only lawbreakers are free; free to do what they wish. Until they get caught, that is. But what I mean is there are certain boundaries you can't cross; not in real life, not on the net. Imagine if I spelled out the f-word online. This blog would be banned, I suppose.
Case 2: The walk
My father made another rule: Whenever we are walking with our grandmother, always walk beside her. Don't walk infront or anything.
Well, what did that spoiled little princess do, on one afternoon?
We were headed to 7 Eleven due to the fact that I had nothing for my afternoon tea. My sis wanted something to eat as well. "It 'snot fair!" she declared. Next thing we know, she was walking back, holding a packet of noodles. She marched forward, then even more forward.
I grabbed her bag and dragged her back.
"What?!"
She scowled at me and I glared right back. Then she marched to the lift lobby, head held high.
My grandmother proceeded to yell at me, which I responded with a stony look. I kept my mouth shut. People don't realise what a difficult position I'm in, listening to an order and keeping my temper. Because whatever it is, my sis always get the first privellages. I can't scream, shout(we're in public) or lose my temper with her. When I first did it, I got beaten bad enough to have enough sense not to try it again.
She waited at the lift entrance while I walked with my grandmother to the lift. When we got out, she again walked forward. I called her. Once. No reply. Then I raised my voice to a shout.
A series of "What!" coursed through me as my grandma and sis responded at the same time. I demanded of my sister if she had a problem. She walked alongside us for a while, then walked infront again. I did it again. So did my grandma. I finally told her that I was under my father's orders to walk with her. And that idoit wasn't helping by walking infront.
Sometimes I really don't know why me.
Case 1: The chair
The chair.
When you fling open the main door to our apartment, the first thing you see is a nice, folded out chair with a white cushion on it, provided if you don't see the shoe rack first.
Then, you see the fish tank, and following in the fish tank direction, you see a white dining chair which isn't so convenient to reach and doesn't look half as comfertable.
Thing is, whenever my sister and I come home from a long day in school, we always see the cushioned chair first. That's where the problems start.
My grandmother, sick and tired of us squabbling over it, finally set down a rule:Whoever comes through the door first sits at the second chair.
Obviously, the both of us became gracious upon letting the other through the door first. Ocasionally when she forgotten, I would grab the chance and sit on the first (without cheating, I enter through the door next) chair.
Just now, she came in and put her big, flabby butt on the chair. And she came in first.
She acts... so, so...
I don't even know how to define her. Even if I manage to do that, it would definately not be a good word. I see the negative features of her. It's a bit hard to explain, but the sweet, cute child others see is a bossy, stubborn, spoiled brat.(And many more)
I can just see how my father and uncle would react now. Probably yelling at me for defining my sis in such a way.
But in school, we learn about integrity. Honesty. How can you bring yourself to lie about someone's personality? I see her this way, but I can't say it. Why? Because it's rude. Because it's rude, we cannot say what we think. Because it's rude, we are not honest. How many times have you actually been truthful? Ever had a critic you wanted to say but couldn't? It's not polite, social etiqutte is very important, which minus out integrity and honesty.
Freedom... should be erased from the dictionary. No one is free in this world. If that were true, chaos would regain. No law, no nothing. Only lawbreakers are free; free to do what they wish. Until they get caught, that is. But what I mean is there are certain boundaries you can't cross; not in real life, not on the net. Imagine if I spelled out the f-word online. This blog would be banned, I suppose.
Case 2: The walk
My father made another rule: Whenever we are walking with our grandmother, always walk beside her. Don't walk infront or anything.
Well, what did that spoiled little princess do, on one afternoon?
We were headed to 7 Eleven due to the fact that I had nothing for my afternoon tea. My sis wanted something to eat as well. "It 'snot fair!" she declared. Next thing we know, she was walking back, holding a packet of noodles. She marched forward, then even more forward.
I grabbed her bag and dragged her back.
"What?!"
She scowled at me and I glared right back. Then she marched to the lift lobby, head held high.
My grandmother proceeded to yell at me, which I responded with a stony look. I kept my mouth shut. People don't realise what a difficult position I'm in, listening to an order and keeping my temper. Because whatever it is, my sis always get the first privellages. I can't scream, shout(we're in public) or lose my temper with her. When I first did it, I got beaten bad enough to have enough sense not to try it again.
She waited at the lift entrance while I walked with my grandmother to the lift. When we got out, she again walked forward. I called her. Once. No reply. Then I raised my voice to a shout.
A series of "What!" coursed through me as my grandma and sis responded at the same time. I demanded of my sister if she had a problem. She walked alongside us for a while, then walked infront again. I did it again. So did my grandma. I finally told her that I was under my father's orders to walk with her. And that idoit wasn't helping by walking infront.
Sometimes I really don't know why me.
Monday, November 3, 2008
A Bad Day
Today was a bad day.
Well, for starters, the alarm went off during our recess. Not any ordinary alarm. The fire alarm.
It went off at the start of our recess.
Fat lot of good it did. By the time everyone got down to the gymnasium, 10 mins was gone.
The teachers then took another 10 mins preaching on how we should get down faster.11 mins was simply too slow.
It was a false alarm as well. However, it wasn't a drill. The alarm mysteriously went off in the canteen, and the school had no idea why.
But even so, 10 mins + 10 mins = 20 mins. That's the whole of our recess!
A low groan issued from the Secondary One students as they heard the bell go when recess was up.
So, the teachers agreed to give us 10 mins for our recess. Pathetic.
Obviously, a whole stampede of students trampled down the halls into the canteen. Long queues formed as students lined up.
I was among the last in the line. When I got infront, only one dumpling was left.
Apparently that one fell on the floor.
I scowled and left. I proceeded on to the much shorter queue. They weren't giving out biscuits. Instead they were giving out what looked like blackcurrent juice.
I bought one of those juices and went to my table. Then when I got back, my friend came with the biscuits.
I wanted to scream at her. I was so mad.
http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=kBziW9qQvsc
'Had a bad day'
Well, for starters, the alarm went off during our recess. Not any ordinary alarm. The fire alarm.
It went off at the start of our recess.
Fat lot of good it did. By the time everyone got down to the gymnasium, 10 mins was gone.
The teachers then took another 10 mins preaching on how we should get down faster.11 mins was simply too slow.
It was a false alarm as well. However, it wasn't a drill. The alarm mysteriously went off in the canteen, and the school had no idea why.
But even so, 10 mins + 10 mins = 20 mins. That's the whole of our recess!
A low groan issued from the Secondary One students as they heard the bell go when recess was up.
So, the teachers agreed to give us 10 mins for our recess. Pathetic.
Obviously, a whole stampede of students trampled down the halls into the canteen. Long queues formed as students lined up.
I was among the last in the line. When I got infront, only one dumpling was left.
Apparently that one fell on the floor.
I scowled and left. I proceeded on to the much shorter queue. They weren't giving out biscuits. Instead they were giving out what looked like blackcurrent juice.
I bought one of those juices and went to my table. Then when I got back, my friend came with the biscuits.
I wanted to scream at her. I was so mad.
http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=kBziW9qQvsc
'Had a bad day'
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monthly review of September(school work must be getting in to me)
1st of Sept - start of school... -.- although, school work must be getting in to me, since I'm doing this monthly review of September... but LOT'S of things happened in September, and I was to lazy to post.. so...
4th of Sept. - MY BIRTHDAY!!! Haha! So happy! I had an agnes b. birthday cake! As for my presents:
-agnes b. braclet
-matching roxy sleevless and shorts
-new diary(not like the school diary, this one's much nicer!)
-a book, Eragon, from my aunt(I recieved Eldest and Brisingr in the next few weeks)
-hong bao!!! (as in red packet)
HOWEVER
HOMEWORK TOTALLY RUINED THAT DAY. Frantic due to the fact that most of my homework was done on the computer(and also to the fact that there was no internet connection), I was forced to do ALL my homework on my birthday, and guess what, on that day, there was no internet as well.
I started to panic, and due to extreme stress, I didn't exactly enjoy that day; birthdays are supposed to be relaxful, not pressure!
But then my cousin came home, of the main plug attached to our modeem, then on it again, then the internet was back on.
Which left me feeling pretty stupid(and I'm not sure if modeem is spelt correctly), but it didn't improve my mood.
A few days after I recieved Eldest from my aunt(which was also a few days after I recieved Eragon), my guppies started to die, one guppy a day. This process went on until out of 13 guppies, 10 died, and yet, the remaining 3 are still alive. My father was extremely disappointed, he wanted a different kind of fish =)
4th of Sept. - MY BIRTHDAY!!! Haha! So happy! I had an agnes b. birthday cake! As for my presents:
-agnes b. braclet
-matching roxy sleevless and shorts
-new diary(not like the school diary, this one's much nicer!)
-a book, Eragon, from my aunt(I recieved Eldest and Brisingr in the next few weeks)
-hong bao!!! (as in red packet)
HOWEVER
HOMEWORK TOTALLY RUINED THAT DAY. Frantic due to the fact that most of my homework was done on the computer(and also to the fact that there was no internet connection), I was forced to do ALL my homework on my birthday, and guess what, on that day, there was no internet as well.
I started to panic, and due to extreme stress, I didn't exactly enjoy that day; birthdays are supposed to be relaxful, not pressure!
But then my cousin came home, of the main plug attached to our modeem, then on it again, then the internet was back on.
Which left me feeling pretty stupid(and I'm not sure if modeem is spelt correctly), but it didn't improve my mood.
A few days after I recieved Eldest from my aunt(which was also a few days after I recieved Eragon), my guppies started to die, one guppy a day. This process went on until out of 13 guppies, 10 died, and yet, the remaining 3 are still alive. My father was extremely disappointed, he wanted a different kind of fish =)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
God
Sometimes I wonder if God is alive at all.
Once, when I came back to Hong Kong after my summer break, my mum met me at the airport and asked,"Oh, you didn't bring back any pandan cake?"
Then, guess what? The very next day, when my cousin came - POOF! - my mum's pandan cake came with her.
Before my first day at of school, I was hoping that I would be in the same class as some of my friends, like, yeaah, you know who.
And then, guess what - POOF! - I'm a stranger in a completely new class, and apart from another girl that I don't even look at, NO OTHER GIRL IS FROM 6C, MY FORMER CLASS.
In fact majority are from class 6H, which means a whole bunch of stangers.
Once, when I came back to Hong Kong after my summer break, my mum met me at the airport and asked,"Oh, you didn't bring back any pandan cake?"
Then, guess what? The very next day, when my cousin came - POOF! - my mum's pandan cake came with her.
Before my first day at of school, I was hoping that I would be in the same class as some of my friends, like, yeaah, you know who.
And then, guess what - POOF! - I'm a stranger in a completely new class, and apart from another girl that I don't even look at, NO OTHER GIRL IS FROM 6C, MY FORMER CLASS.
In fact majority are from class 6H, which means a whole bunch of stangers.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
BAKING!!!
Well, we went baking a few days ago, and I think I'm addicted to the cookies. They were all mini cookies, but there were:
-plain cookies
-M&M + marshmallow cookies
-cookies with cherry
-chocolate chips
-fruit(those in fruit cake)
I haven't tried the cookies with cherries, but I can't survive each day without snacking on the cookies, mostly those with M&M's and marshmallows.
Since there wasn't any small-sized marshmallows avaliable, we had to get normal size marshmallows and cut it. My god, it was a nightmare, cutting those marshmallows. I only cut 2, but it was enough, those marshmallows got jam-stuck on the scissors, and when I pull it off, it gets stuck pn my finger, so as a result, lots of marshmallows got stuck up on the bowl.
But it was worth it, in the end. Not only did we bake cookies, we also baked muffins, and cakes, with chocolate chips and fruits.
We bought 2 cans of longan; jelly and 2 cartons of ice cream to snack on, but however, we didn't finish the longan, didn't even got near to opening the ice cream, and the jelly(6 servings), one was spilles, and it didn't turn out to be that great after all(the jelly).
-plain cookies
-M&M + marshmallow cookies
-cookies with cherry
-chocolate chips
-fruit(those in fruit cake)
I haven't tried the cookies with cherries, but I can't survive each day without snacking on the cookies, mostly those with M&M's and marshmallows.
Since there wasn't any small-sized marshmallows avaliable, we had to get normal size marshmallows and cut it. My god, it was a nightmare, cutting those marshmallows. I only cut 2, but it was enough, those marshmallows got jam-stuck on the scissors, and when I pull it off, it gets stuck pn my finger, so as a result, lots of marshmallows got stuck up on the bowl.
But it was worth it, in the end. Not only did we bake cookies, we also baked muffins, and cakes, with chocolate chips and fruits.
We bought 2 cans of longan; jelly and 2 cartons of ice cream to snack on, but however, we didn't finish the longan, didn't even got near to opening the ice cream, and the jelly(6 servings), one was spilles, and it didn't turn out to be that great after all(the jelly).
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