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22 June 2009 @ 12:46 pm
happy14 June 2009 @ 10:56 pm
Making cookies for the last day of school! C:
I hope 20 are enough...
ahhh i wish I had a [[working]] camera so i could take pictures of them!
i WILL post arts here i will i will i will
--once i learn how to draw again >____>
To-Do List
- SHOES design D:
- complain to counselor...send my transcript DAMMIT.
- study for finals haha....not that I actually need to.
- buy sweet potato biscuits (or even better, make them!)
ahaha this post is mainly to remind myself what to do because gmail is being unresponsive which makes me sad ;3;
...why isn't there a caffeinated mood?!?
I hope 20 are enough...
ahhh i wish I had a [[working]] camera so i could take pictures of them!
i WILL post arts here i will i will i will
--once i learn how to draw again >____>
To-Do List
- SHOES design D:
- complain to counselor...send my transcript DAMMIT.
- study for finals haha....
ahaha this post is mainly to remind myself what to do because gmail is being unresponsive which makes me sad ;3;
...why isn't there a caffeinated mood?!?
Current Mood: 
giddy
giddyCurrent Music: {No Boundaries} Kris Allen
10 May 2009 @ 11:58 am
I skipped volunteering to make some breakfast for mom :3
well, okay it looked nothing like that... more like this:
(that's not my picture, but you get what I mean...)
They're Banana Nutella Crepes
...but instead of Nutella I used Eurocrem (which is AMAZING btw)
...and the crepes looked more like pancakes
...and I made a banana sauce (oj,lemon juice, brown sugar, flour)
so the bananas tasted kinda like that thai dessert
but it tasted good! :3
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On another note I have to go revise my pirate article....
but i think that's what editors are for :k
Here's what I made:
well, okay it looked nothing like that... more like this:
(that's not my picture, but you get what I mean...)
They're Banana Nutella Crepes
...but instead of Nutella I used Eurocrem (which is AMAZING btw)
...and the crepes looked more like pancakes
...and I made a banana sauce (oj,lemon juice, brown sugar, flour)
so the bananas tasted kinda like that thai dessert
but it tasted good! :3
------
On another note I have to go revise my pirate article....
but i think that's what editors are for :k
amused29 March 2009 @ 08:17 pm
This whole idea's gone to hell.
Oh when will this semester end?
I abhor writing villanelles.
My thoughts are simple, can't you tell?
Similes I don't care to mend,
this whole idea's gone to hell.
A monotony of awful trends.
I abhor writing villanelles.
Two more tercets; I have to dwell
on lackluster thoughts that send
this terrible idea to hell.
With a French name I cannot spell,
such absurdity, can't they comprehend
I abhor writing villanelles?
And at last I say farewell.
I will not waste more time to spend
on an idea that's gone to hell,
oh how I abhor writing villanelles.
Silvia Plath would cry in pain. (oh how her work has died in vain!)
And it's true, I always forget one of the l's in villanelle. D:
Current Mood: 
bitchy
bitchyCurrent Music: {Me Voy} Julieta Venegas
02 March 2009 @ 09:49 pm
I am marking this day as the first one in a very long time that I've had perfectly straight hair. It may not be astonishing to the ordinary East Asian, but to someone who has to untangle mats of brittle,coarse black (and SILVER) wires every day, having feathery, soft hair is practically revolutionary. It seems that one never has to flatten or style or even comb such hair that naturally falls into place, and considering that my hair is usually tousled overnight to the point where any added volumizer would lead to a superfluous and probably ridiculous 80's hairstyle, I was literally taken back when every lock was completely intact. (In fact, I was so much taken back that I somehow tripped over myself and fell backwards, but of course my hair kept its composture throughout.)
And yet, through the thin fringe of hair covering my right eye, I could tell that something was not right. And so it wasn't.
It had survived an overnight battering and the heaviest snowstorm in the last eight years, but somehow, I could not protect it from myself. Who knew that my hair was impervious to chemical straighteners? Well, I did, but only after it went through a metamorphosis of sorts in under an hour from as straight as the A's in aHunterite perfect report card to the tangled, frizzy mess that sits, or rather, floats above my head.
It may have been the conditioner, repercussions from the storm, or even my own genes which finally...stuck a fork in it, so to speak. (Though in the state it is now, it would be rather hard to reclaim said fork) Or maybe it was just fate that I should never have carefree and managable hair. And so I think I should take the time to thank this well placed snow day which saved me a great deal of (mostly personal) embarrassment of my Asian hair which really never was.
...
I'll apologize for the horribly bad similie right now. D:
Why does everything I write sound so satirical?
And yet, through the thin fringe of hair covering my right eye, I could tell that something was not right. And so it wasn't.
It had survived an overnight battering and the heaviest snowstorm in the last eight years, but somehow, I could not protect it from myself. Who knew that my hair was impervious to chemical straighteners? Well, I did, but only after it went through a metamorphosis of sorts in under an hour from as straight as the A's in a
It may have been the conditioner, repercussions from the storm, or even my own genes which finally...stuck a fork in it, so to speak. (Though in the state it is now, it would be rather hard to reclaim said fork) Or maybe it was just fate that I should never have carefree and managable hair. And so I think I should take the time to thank this well placed snow day which saved me a great deal of (mostly personal) embarrassment of my Asian hair which really never was.
...
I'll apologize for the horribly bad similie right now. D:
Why does everything I write sound so satirical?
Current Mood: annoyed
annoyedCurrent Music: {chasing pavements} Adele
27 December 2008 @ 04:06 pm
Progress:
NO YOU CANNOT KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHICH.
Giftu 1: |||||||||||||||||||| 10%
Giftu 2: |||||||||||||||||||| 15%
ahaha....im so lazy .___.
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vista just got .8% more awesome since i figured out how to use google desktop. ill post a pic here when im not so lazy (yeah, right). IT HAS FISH. and my really pathetic to-do list (which is different than my list on gmail!). It has the weather too LOL but it lies. It was colder than it should have been today. ;3;
NO YOU CANNOT KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHICH.
Giftu 1: |||||||||||||||||||| 10%
Giftu 2: |||||||||||||||||||| 15%
ahaha....im so lazy .___.
--
vista just got .8% more awesome since i figured out how to use google desktop. ill post a pic here when im not so lazy (yeah, right). IT HAS FISH. and my really pathetic to-do list (which is different than my list on gmail!). It has the weather too LOL but it lies. It was colder than it should have been today. ;3;
working16 December 2008 @ 10:44 pm
On cold, snowy days when my toes recoil under my soles for warmth, when I mindlessly grab wet flakes in my hands or sweep them off the mortars until my fingertips are so cold they burn, I always look around me, at fellow hikers plodding through the greyish-black slush, and think to myself what reason they had to be out here. What task, that, for whatever reason, they kicked themselves out of bed and into the stinging, brutish cold for. As much as we'd all like to be home, we brandished ourselves outside and at the mercy of the wind and the snow. As one sniffling, faceless mass, we'd look to one another and see through the puffy down jackets and woolen ski masks at the shivering souls inside with empathy. I'm out here, too. And don't I hate it.
A man passes in front of me. He is walking quickly, head down and obviously sure of where he was going. His hands are locked in back of him, his interlocked fingers pale and exposed; the gloves only went down to his knuckles. I imagine he was a humble man, that he always walked down the same street, no matter if it was covered in rotten leaves or slush or flower petals, because, whatever weather it was, that newspaper in the corner store would be waiting for him right by the magazines, where they always were. I’d expect it was a foreign newspaper, something they won’t just deliver to your doorstep. If you wanted it, you had to go out and search for it yourself.
A man passes in front of me. He is walking quickly, head down and obviously sure of where he was going. His hands are locked in back of him, his interlocked fingers pale and exposed; the gloves only went down to his knuckles. I imagine he was a humble man, that he always walked down the same street, no matter if it was covered in rotten leaves or slush or flower petals, because, whatever weather it was, that newspaper in the corner store would be waiting for him right by the magazines, where they always were. I’d expect it was a foreign newspaper, something they won’t just deliver to your doorstep. If you wanted it, you had to go out and search for it yourself.
Very much undone. I may or may not use this later on. And I hate how msWord refuses to acknowledge that the British spelling of grey looks so much nicer than the American version!
Current Mood: 
tired
tired13 December 2008 @ 11:10 am
