Happy 1 year and 10 days, blog!

Okay, I'm a bad mother. I didn't realize that my little blog turned one until now. Better late than never? I think keeping a blog for this long is such an accomplishment (especially since I'm not the type of person to stick to one thing for a constant amount of time). One day, I'm going to look back at this blog and reminisce of all the events that occurred in high school (when I'm really old, like 30).

Let's hope that I become somewhat more mature.
My blog is something I've cradled and now it's getting so old :(
Digression: I really don't want to study for my Calculus test.

Oh CollegeBoard, how you woe me.

So, I had this perfectly planned out...stay up until midnight (technically Thursday) to call first dibs on my October SAT scores. It's a little nerdy, I know. But I realized that there was going to be absolutely NO WAY I could fall asleep knowing that my scores were available.

However, CollegeBoard doesn't even release their scores until 8:00 am, or the earliest 5:00 am on Thursday! Disaster, I know! Should I set my alarm for 5:00 am to check my scores? Or should I wake up at the regular time and check? I think the latter is probably the better idea, as I have 2 quizzes, 1 test, and speaking PALs tomorrow, which definitely calls for more sleep.

But what if they're not up until 8:00 am?! Do I dare sneak into the library at 8 during class or wait until 1st period lets out?? My life is so complicated, I wish CollegeBoard would just release them NOW!

Edith Piaf Live!

Dali Dally

The Coolest Dude Ever: Salvador Dali

(via Millet)

Jean Francois Millet's The Angelus

 

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Salvador Dali's Angelus of Millet

(via wiki)

Venus de Milo

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Dali's Venus de Milo with Drawers

If only Dali were alive today, I know we'd be best friends. I can gel his mustache every morning and he can teach me how to poke fun at classical works.

The Documented Files of Candidate B

 Are you completely white-washed? Yet, you act like you're completely Asian (making comments like "Wow, I love sticky stuff." or "Wow, I like rice!", or even better, "Wow, I like sticky rice!"?). Are you cynical and like to make fun of people who do not deserve to be made fun of? Do you not understand AP Chemistry? Do you enjoy "ivy league sports" such as tennis, croquet, and crew? If you've answered "yes" to at least one of these questions, congratulations, you are Candidate B's side affair (because I'm pretty sure B is in a relationship...), but hey, that's totally cool. Your relationship can be like John Lennon and Yoko Ono's...artistic, passionate...minus the frizzy hair and artistic part.

Anyways, this is the part in which I like to say something positive about the candidate, but since there is nothing positive about this candidate (B did offend me, nbd)/I feel stupid for making B the subject of this blog, let's jump to how B can improve his status in the world.

1. Stop offending people. We do not live in a predator/prey society. We do not hunt bunnies for fun.
2. Shut your yapping. Seriously.
3. Stop offending me. Though I am not a bunny.
4. Stop posting stuff about me on your blog.
5. Leave innocent bunnies in grey sweaters ALONE.

if you're completely clueless about this post, don't feel left out. the best stuff has yet to come...

About the very esteemed Miss Jane Austen

(via hubpages)

There is no doubt in my mind the ingenuity of Jane Austen's writing. Her voice, her prose, is so deeply embedded into every novel, as if making a very distinct symphony run through every page.But, (much thanks to this research), we can now see that she was a rather neophyte in the grammar world. But isn't that what editors are for? As long as such writing does not construe the intended meaning, does grammar and punctuation have to be weighted as much as the message of the novel?

I think one of my pet peeves is elementary school teachers putting the importance of punctuation and spelling in front of everything else. Of course, it is importance, but a student should not be taught to focus on such concrete subjects for long periods of time. To me, grammar is like a stolid thing, whereas true writing is creating and stirs from the brain. Let kids run and reach for abstractions out of thin air. Let them paint the sun green and the grass pink! Really, who cares except for the stupid rigid rules of society? In any case, this is certainly foreshadowing of how I will raise my children. They shall be fluent in the language of Puccini, Degas, Wagner, Duchamp before they pick up anything technical.

The heart of the argument is that children should be exposed to everything, not just what is deemed "appropriate" for their age. Many freak out at the sight of a nude sculpture; their vision gets so blurred by the nakedness of the very thing in front of them that they don't realize the beauty the sculptor put into it. See the dewy skin? The fair complexion? The subtle smile? No. Fine, proceed to worship the television to hours of Disney Channel. I'm sure there are metaphors in Camp Rock.

This, of course, is intertwined with citations in papers. Yes, I know exactly how important it is to say the source certain information comes from, but when was it that MLA, or Chicago Style, or whatever the hell style is popular in the literary world today, reigns supreme? Really, will one single dot/period (or lack of period, for that matter) differentiate between a true work cited and plagiarism? Life would be so much easier if we pasted hyperlinks, ripped pages from magazines, and photocopied book material. But, life will never be easy, will it?

Well, without nit-picky grammar and works cited pages enforced upon in academic writing, how else are we supposed to satisfy the sweet, syrupy independence of our own writings? I guess, we wouldn't know freedom if there wasn't constraint.

Oh, I just submitted a college application. No big deal.

(via popartuk)

Yep, I've officially lost my college application submission virginity. It feel so great, yet so frightening at the same time.

Weekend Envy.

I'm listening to how other people's weekends went and I'm extremely envious, even though I shouldn't be because partially it's my fault. It seems like the majority of people spend weekends "relaxing". Wow...that term is so distant from my vocabulary, it's not even funny.
The thing is, I think I"m too much of a control freak to even rest one day from the weekend for an adventure, something that lasts from dawn til dusk. Maybe I should go on one this weekend. Stay tuned.

So...Am I Asian?

The “How Asian are you” Survey

[x] Are you asian in the first place?
[x] Were you born in an asian country?
[ ] do yoU tYpE likE tHiS aLoT?
[ ] Do you eat rice almost every single day?
[x] Can you use chopsticks?
[x] Have you taken chinese/korea/etc school as a kid?
[x]Can you speak an asian language?
[ ] Do you spike (guys) highlight (girls) your hair?
[i like this one] Do you have an “azn crew”?
[x] Do you get at least 3.0 gpa?
Total:6

[ ] Are you or were you once a fob?
[x] Have you designed a website before?
[ ] Do you know the song ” got rice?”
[x] Have you dated/want to date asian girls/boys?
[ ] Does your sns/email have the words: AzN, gurl, boy, sweet,cute, hot,dragon, babe, angel, lil, princess…o0…o0 etc?
[ ] Is your last name Park, lee, chang, wang, wong, kim, chow, or yu?
[ ] Do you take off your shoes before entering someone’s house?
[ ] You have both an english/asian name
[ ] Do you watch/read anime?
[ ] Do you listen to techno?
Total:2

[ ] Do you listen to asian music?
[x] Have you watched asian movies?
[x] Can you rave?
[x] Do you drink pearl milk tea or bubble tea?
[ ] Do you play counterstrike, starcraft, warcraft, diablo, etc
[ ] Are you a master at DDR?
[x] Do you play the violin/piano?
[ ] Do your parents beat you if you get bad grades?
[x] Are you going/ taking any honor classes?
[x] Do you/your parents drive an asian made car?
Total:6

[ ] Are you a very good artist?
[ ] Do you speak your asian language w/ your friends?
[ ] Do your relatives own a restaurant/market in an azn community?
[ ] Do you slurp soup?
[x] Do you have small eyes?
[x]Have you visited your home country at least twice?
[ ] Does your house smell like incense once in a while?
[x] Do you have/had glasses or braces?
[x] Do you like to read?
[ ] Do you NOT have an allowance?
Total:4

[x]  Have you eaten dim sum/dumplings before?
[ ] Are your parents fobs?
[ ] Do you have tons of cousins/siblings/uncles/aunts/etc?
[x YES] Can you twirl a pencil between your fingers?
[ ] Have you ever solved a Rubik’s cube?
[ ] Do you read manga?
[ ] Is the mall your hang-out place?
[ ] Do you think you’re short?
[x...we save napkins only b/c we care about the environment?] Do you/your parents save ketchup packets/napkins/etc from restaurants for later use?
[ ] Do you have AzN PrIdE?!.. Just because they typed it like that, no.
Total: 3

42%

The Documented Files of Candidate A

Do you wear "specially designed" track shoes to school? Do you keep getting the same pair instead of "mixing it up" because they're "specially designed" for your best performance level? Do you down energy drinks and protein bars like Lynda from The Real Housewives of DC downs botox and Zynex? This may sound stereotypical.

But, do you also have a high "A" in AP Physics, History and Calculus? And are you modest about it, only giving a "fist pump" when you've received your grade? And you know the definition of a hair straightener? If so, you are Candidate A's future wife.

I know, it sounds like the qualification listed alludes to A being a billionaire mogul, but going to see a matchmaker and creating a specific list (athletic, brains, brawn) because his work never sleeps. However, it's not as persnickety as it sounds.

If you can tolerate Candidate A's flaws...(maybe A knows a hair straightener but not necessarily the essence of waxing), then you're a shoe-in.

Well...there's always room for improvement.

Just a side-note: My mom is in China visiting my aunt. She's not going to be back until early November :( My life is so grey...so grey to may just rain purple rain. 

Une Petite Proposition.

 (via filmindustry)

In order to increase my reader membership (i.e. schoolmates), and satisfy the insatiable appetites of my beloved readers, I came up with a little proposition.You haven't forgotten my June 10th post, have you? To reiterate,  I slipped the comment here:

"Additionally, in my perspective, it's getting a little ridiculous with the whole "soul mate" scenario, that there is only one person in the whole entire world who is the exact perfect match. I'm pretty sure that throughout a day in the life of, there's got to be at least one person who is mildly attractive to your palate (I may conduct an experiment to prove this point)." 

Don't think I forgot my little proposition (though the experiment is a little delayed). I am still a firm believer, and it is high school.

I have a selected pool of candidates who I will test within the period of two weeks in two categories: reaction and response.He could be the guy sitting next to me in class or the guy who I haven't talked to in a year. It varies. And of course, this list is not carved in stone. I will slip little tidbits (call them clues), so you, reader (perhaps someone who goes to my school) can have a general idea of who he is. Then, I will begin my experiment which will last 2 days per individual.

Let's see if I can figure out the type of girl each is interested in.

HEY, my science fair project hasn't been announced, so what's an eager future scientist to do but to conduct her own experiment?

Saturday Morning.

I took my last SAT yesterday. Initially, I didn't really comprehend the impact of this being the last. I guess what I mean is that I was always in the bubble of SAT prep; the frenzy of it all made it difficult for me to step back and recognize.

But now, I feel so liberated. No more will I ever go to the library in search of SAT prep books, no more SAT classes, no more of my mother's constant ranting about always checking out review books! Somehow, the SAT books piled up on my nightstand feels so distant from my life. It's almost in another realm, a closed portal no longer available for the old and experienced.

In some way, it feels uncomfortable. No more study sessions, no more analysis. Now, all there is is time to wait. It's no longer in my hands, and I don't know if I like that.

On a brighter note, now I have the time to concentrate on other important matters. I'm excited.

TEST...DUN DUN DUNNNNNN x 4583739047

Yo. I have a Government test tomorrow, a Calculus test on Wednesday and my SATs on Saturday. Just wanted to share that.

Yup, I feel a major study session coming on. Peace.

if my dream style were an aura...it would be in this.