Oral

I seems that the oral didn't go as well as I would have liked it. A frikken 76! I got a 76! I could have gotten an 87, but, well, I had to RECITE it... and that cost me 10 points. At least I'm not the worst... At a 72! And now, I average 1.75 nervous breakdowns per highschool year. Oh, god...

I went to Chinatown to calm myself. And I realized that I really miss my homeland. Maybe one day, I'll go back to teach English.

Into the West

What a beautiful song... It's so soft and beautiful. It took me forever to get a copy from my buddy, but it's definately worth the wait. Absolutely beautiful... I would like this song to play at my funeral... The Lord of the Rings will definately be a classic for years to come. This song was definately worth that golden statuette called "Oscar". A perfect song to end the trilogy. If only we could live in Middle-Earth forever....

Well, in other news, my English teacher says that I should join her drama class. Who knows? Maybe I'll try acting some day. Though I greatly doubt anything big.

Yay.. New quizzie

You are a Mermaid, who sits on a rock in
the sea, looking and watching all humanity with
curiosity in your eyes. You have a two-sided
personality! On one hand, you revel in your
freedom and often prefer to live in your own
private dreams.

On the other hand, humanity
intrigues you and you love watching on. You are
actually very kind at heart, hating to see
people hurt and despise injustice! You probably
have one or two special friends, who mean the
world to you!

Also; you are probably quite
political, wanting to see justice done in the
world.

You are quite the dreamer, needing
freedom and personal space to dream your little
dreams. You love to escape into a book or some
good music and just drift away.

Some of your
good points are that you are sensitive,
compassionate and a freethinker. Your bad
points are that you may come across as cool and
aloof to others and probably have a tendency to
depression!

You are the ultimate dreamer with
a kind, but troubled heart!


Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad? (with pictures!)
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Random Fact

I average...

• 1 detention per year
• 1.25 panic attacks per year

Anecdote of my childhood

I have just seen a Chinese movie called "Not one Less". It's a cute story about a peasant girl who subsitutes at a run-down peasant school, where the teacher promises to pay her if she manages to keep all his incredibly poor students in school when he gets back from visiting his dying mother. Then, just as luck has it, one of her students leave school to get a job in the city to repay his family's debts, and the poor 13-year old teacher goes to town to take him back. It's a good movie, even if the actors aren't professionals at all. It truly tells us how the rich of China just keep getting richer and the poor even poorer.

I remember my childhood. I pretty much grew up around my mother, because my dad was in Japan, and then in Canada. And when he invited us to join him in Quebec, I had these childish notions that my dad was living in a White Man mansion, and that when he meets us at the airport, he would bring with him my favourite popsicle. And damn, when I got to Quebec, it was freezing cold, so all hopes of a popsicle was dashed. But it was okay. When my mother and I were in the minivan on the way to my dad's place, we kept on driving through the snowy suburbs, and I kept on asking: is this our house? When we finally arrived at dad's lace, I saw that it was a nice little bungalow sorta house, and I was pretty happy. Sure, it wasn't a big White Man mansion, but it was nice enough for me. I couldn't wait to live there. And then we got of the car, and dad led us into the house.

And right into the basement. I was incredibly disappointed. Everything was even worse than our house in Changchun. I remember sitting down on the shabby sofa, and crying. My parents say that even after all these years, they say that they remember my breakdown. After we moved out of the basement, I remember getting up one morning and taking out some empty ice cream tubs (yes, I finally got my ice cream), and banging on them with chopsticks, and pretending to be a drummer. I didn't have much toys, just some stickers, a colouring book, some crayons, a green glass bead I found in a shopping mall, and my teddy bear, which was the only toy I brought with me to Canada.

I remember going to school, and coming back home crying because I couldn't tell my teacher that I wanted to go to the bathroom. The only "friend" friend I had was a girl who lived next door. Her family was really nice, and even though my English was horrible, and my knowledge of French was non-existant, but she invited me to her house all the same, and we played Monopoly. I had so much fun then, even though I didn't understand much, and now, when I play now, I just can't get the feeling I got that time. I remember the last day of school I had in Quebec city, and being so happy. I guess my "Canadian experience" truly started when came to Montreal.

I love Canada.

I hate orals!

I'm finally done the written part of my oral. All that's left is my visual presentation, and my reciting skills. Gaak..

But on the bright side, I have gotten my ears pierced today! (I think they're emeralds) And since I had a time-wasting oral, I need to make a few updates...

Uh-hem...

• I now hate bicycles, whereas I only used to really dislike them. (And to think, I used to not be scared of vaccines, wanted to ride a bicycle, and was a little kid...)
• I have had a music re-awakening of sorts, and I have to say, piano music is truly beautiful. I should practice a bit more often. Even if Mozart doesn't seem to agree with me...
• Wizards are for real! I have met one! I, a lowly Muggle, has seen one! He was dressed in a black robe! This is no joke!
• I might has said it before, but I'll say it again, my French teacher is a complete drama queen!
• Sergios is trying to hit on me every time he gets, and is now following me like a lost puppy. Not that I blame him. I'm cool.
• Micheal Moore's probably the coolest American I don't know personally. Michael Moore kicks ass, and Bush is too busy kissing his!

Oh, and I saw an Elijah Wood look-alike at Jean Coutu today! Yum!

Congratulations, Charlie and Cammie!

Well, congratulations, Charles and Camilla.

You two are the new laughing stock of the family. but not of me, of course. I simply don't see what they're laughing at. But still, you've replaced George Bush and Micheal Jackson on our "Gossip List".

Jackson's no fun. He's an albino child-molester, and I no longer watch "Access Hollywood". Not much more can be said. George Bush has been in hibernation (or maybe it's only his stupidity that's hibernating). Nobody cares about the Missile Defence Program anymore. We all know that some Yankees think of us as their ungrateful, free-loading, pot-smoking, trans-fat-hating Nothern neighbors. And frankly, I still don't think we need the missile Defence. We have a great Armed Forces: the U.S Military.

Anyways, back to Charles and Camilla.

Cammie, I have a few words for you: that dress is nice. Seriously. No sarcasm. But the hat is wonky, though. While you were at the altar, we noticed that the "Porcupine Spikes" on your hat were pointing the same way as Charles' comb-over. (Did you see Tony Blair's expression?) What is it with British people and huge hats, anyways?

Oh, I shouldn't be making fun of you. It's not your fault that your wedding has been ridiculized, first by the British, then the rest of the world, and now my parents. Sorry. I suppose that I should go back to ranting about the more fickle things of teenage life, like that damn vaccination I missed, and the ear-piercing that I keep on procrastinating on...

Never Been Kissed...

Jesus Christ!

Why are all the male friends I ever make (2) end up asking me out? Not that I'm offended, as a matter of fact, I'm very flattered, but why can't I just have a normal friendship with a male? I don't know why I feel like this. Could be because I'm a tomboy at heart, or something worse which I won't even say. I sincerely hope it isn't the latter. But anyways, I'm still flattered, but my parents would probably be berating their behinds off at me for this, and if my dear friend ever finds out, I'm doomed...

He had a crush in Edmonton anyways! What happened to her? A matter of distance? Or it could be because he still haven't asked her out yet. Playboy, anyone? Oh, well. If I can manage to wait until I'm ready (God knows when that'll be)...

Oh, well. Just feel happy that he appreciates you this much.

(And damn... I really shouldn't have done that comic book character show-down with him. Must have made me much cooler than he ever suspected a girl could be)

New Lost

Oh, my god. Locke, I hate you. You indirectly caused Boone's death.

But at least, there is some hope. We saw the coming of new life, but also the coming of another, in the form of Claire's baby son. It's awfully sad, in a way, I really liked Boone. Poor Shannon. I used to think that she was a bitch, but she is better now. And the ending was so emotional. We saw the new life being greeted by the survivors (even Sawyer was grinning. Saying that was cute is a total understatement), while the passing of the other soul was grieved by few.

Jin is talking to Sun again, and Locke is now a wanted man (serves him right... b@$t@rd). Maybe Jack will find John just as he is opening the hatch for the thing. Though I find that it would not be a good idea for Jack to confront Locke. I now think that that poor guy was have had some sort of psycological disorder, cause he spoke strangely before he landed on the island, and now, I think he must be a little... disturbed. Wonder how he'll react when he learns that Boone is now dead.

And Jack's MARRIED? Oh, boy... If he isn't divorced or widowed, that would cause problems with his relationship with Kate. That'll leave her all for Sawyer.

Such a bittersweet story you weave... I worship Lost as the most original and unpredictable show I have EVER seen. I worship you. I cannot wait another week! ARRRGGHHH!

What Were They Thinking?

Ok, these are something that, when I looked back, made me say: "What?!"

• "I found a cent on the sidewalk, and I put it into the policeman's hand. The policeman took the money, and nods. I happily said: "See you, Mr. Police Officer!" See, that is an old children's song from China that told children to give the stuff they find on the street to the policemen. Sure, it's a nice thing, to give money you find on the street to give to the police. Twenty bucks, maybe, but, really... One cent? First of all, if I were the police officer, I would just take the cent, then one day, I'll realize that I have money in my pockets. Number two, the police in China's, well... a bit more corrupt than the usual police, you see. There are lots of nice ones, but if some poor kid gets this pedophile, then...
• "If I go to the States indefinately, I'm not an immigrant because I'm like, white." No comment.
• My friend would rather take the metro, then walk ten minutes to get to her house instead of taking the bus and walking for two minutes. Her reason? "I get carsick" Well, I guess it's good enough of an excuse. But still, it will sure bring up some giggles later.

RIP John Paul II 1920-2005
RIP John Paul II

Rest in Peace John Paul II 1920-2005

Well, the Pope John Paul II has left to join God.

I suppose it's better that way. He's at a better place now, and is no longer suffering. I've already lived through several historical moments: the death of Deng Xiao Ping, 9/11, the death of Yassar Arafat, the tsnumani in the south Pacific, and now, the death of Pope John Paul II, and the election of the new Pope. All in less than two decades. Amazing, really.

Whoever is elected to be the next Pope will have huge, and I mean, HUGE shoes to fill. Until then,

Rest In Peace John Paul II