Month: November 2004

  • Oh my goodness, I’ve slept too much. What is wrong with my body lately, it’s not getting enough sleep.. when it is! I’ve just slept 13 hours and I feel so sick from sleeping!! I’m missing school right now because I should’ve written my English essay yesterday night, but instead, I was in bed.Wow, I sound so disorganized for once in my life. Feels….  not like me at all.


    9:54pm


    After more than 12 hours and a bit, I have finally come close to finishing my essay. I just need to write my conclusion. (That would probably need another hour and a half, considering how slow I dwell on words and the time I need to concoct sentences and the fact that I am, yet again, on the internet. Bah. I’m not suppose to be on the net. So distracting.) Anyway, I deserve a break. Just a little one.


    After today, only 17 MORE DAYS till I see you. (dreamy sigh–)


    Ah. I should go back to my essay now. After this stupid essay, I got a human growth essay to write. I swear, why did I even come to think that I will enjoy majoring in English in university?

  • I’m so tired yet i’m so wired it’s not enough to pray for mercy i’ve tried

  • Saw the white coldness outside my window this morning, and it gave me a perfect reason not to go to school. I could just stay at home, grab a hot chocolate, snuggle my toes in warm socks and just sit on my couch and listen to Christmas music. “Mmm..” I tell myself. Then the thought of the ISU essay for English and the Human Growth test to write sinks in. I suddenly found myself standing up and walking away from the perfect day I had envisioned. “Fine fine..”, I grunted. I layered myself and made sure no coldness would hit me and spoil my day. I hesistated to open the door, for I know cold wind would smother my face and leave me breathless. As I made my journey out the door, I suddenly felt a nostalgic whisper. It was very light, a very light feeling. Maybe the sight of tiny snowflakes drifting contributed to this feeling, but it was the lightness in the heart that overwhelmed me. I jocundly plunge my shoes in the snow. Then I said, “It’s one of those morning that I have been waiting for..”

  • Has anyone read this before? It’s hilarious. Just read it…


     


    What does “Xanga” mean?



    It means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. We just wanted a name that sounded fun, but was still short and sweet. Xanga fit the bill.


    How do you pronounce Xanga?



    We pronounce it “ZANG-uh”


    Could you use Xanga in a sentence?



    Sure, here are a couple of sentences:



    • “I checked out my Xanga Site today and saw that someone had left a comment.”
    • “I went to Xanga today and browsed through the posts in Featured
      Content.”

    We’ve even seen Xanga used as a verb:



    • I Xanga’d today for a few hours

    What do Xanga members call each other?



    We’ve heard it all: Xangans, Xangites, Xanganites…


    We prefer ”Xangans”. Here’s our logic: if you live in Europe, you’re a European; if you live in Asia, you’re an Asian; and if you live in Australia, you’re an Australian.


    So naturally if you live on Xanga, you’re a Xangan!



    _______________

    I  am  a devoted XANGAN because I XANGA’D hours today. (sarcasm)



    ________________


    Another good quote by one of my McDonald’s manager:


    Greg: “just because FRIES and FUDGE rhyme, doesn’t mean you have to experiment eating them together.”


    Ha. They “rhyme”.


  • This song brings me back.
    (4 Seasons of Loneliness – Boy II men)

    You know the feeling you get when you step outside on a late December night and you look up to the sky, and it is not nearly half as dark as it should be because all the light being reflected off the snow, just sends the city glowing. Then a thousand of snowflakes softly drifting down from the sky as you carefully imprint your feet onto the fresh sheet of crisp white snow and you suddenly decide to take a deep breath and let out a hopeful sigh into the night. Without effort, you find yourself utterly content and warm inside… you smile.


    Can’t wait for that feeling to come back.


    Christmas, come soooonn!!

  • On a sunny Friday afternoon, kooked up in 5th period Philosophy class with a ____ load of textbook work that will be inevitably forgotten with no effort, Jeff and I finally gave up on the ludicrous paperwork.


    Jeff: “Ahh.. screw this shit. I give up.”


    Me: “No man, just thinking about all the homework I have over the weekend, I don’t wanna do this ____. I wanna finish this.”


    Jeff: ”I can’t concentrate on a Friday afternoon.”


    Me: ”___k.”


    Jeff: “I just wanna go out and get laid..”  (rubs head distressfully)


     


    Wow. What an agenda.

  • HAPPY DIWAHLI!!!
    I want some samosas…

  • HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN!!!!!

  • One thing I need to change: ME.


    1) ATTITUDE: My attitude towards everything right now is anger. I’ve realized how impatient, impulsive, ignorant, angry I am towards everything lately. The tiniest thing would set me off in a ball of flame. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe what just came out my mouth, some words becomes regretful and regret has always been a pet peeve of mine, but whom to blame? The fault is mine. I just need a new attitude adjustment. Even if my family environment mixed up all these negative traits in me right now, it’s okay. Like Ian said, I shouldn’t let them bother me, it’s their problems. Not that I don’t care, oh I still hurt, but pulling myself down to their level won’t help either. Cause then, who’s there to pull them up?


    2) MY POTTY MOUTH: Kind of intertwine with the “angry” attitude I’ve been experiencing. Swearing can be so pleasurable at the moment, because it becomes the word that fits the situation so well, and puts your emotions in perspectives, but really, do I have sucha low vocab that I have to resort to that? Truthfully, swear words are mostly the regretful words that I was talking about earlier. Ever since I swore unnoticeably infront of the kids at drive-thru, and was then corrected by the righteous dad, I regret swearing. It does not only hurt my fundamentals of my Christian faith creating a bad witness, but also people around me. Never under estimate the power of words.


    3) SOCIAL LIFE: This has been non-existent since the beginning of school. I’ve become too bombarded with homework, goals and work, that I’ve literally forgot who I am and where I belong. I used to go on frequent trips to Chapters to read, starbucks to grab a drink, downtown to soak in the urban life, places with friends to rekindle friendships. But that is all gone now. I need it back. I need a piece of me back.


    4) FAITH: It’s hard when you’re down in the dumps, and the worst is that I’m too stubborn to accept any help from anyone. Even as we speak, I still don’t want any help from anyone, because it becomes just too pitiful. I wanna come back myself. Maybe it’ll take longer, maybe more mistakes would happen along the way, maybe i’ll lose myself completely at the end, or come back totally renewed. Who knows. I’ll do something about it, because I once knew of the perfect joy. I remember, I was so happy to be with Him… somehow, I just let it slip away. I’ll get it back…

  • I woke up with this worst hangover of thoughts. Thoughts that are just cliffhanging in my mind, without a trace of resolution. I think I’m getting frustrated again…


    4:09pm

    I’m tired of this…