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Screen your calls....Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Thursday. 1.10.08 9:13 pm
I just watched the original--japanese--version of "One Missed Call". Apparently, according to my bud(we watched it at her house), the american version is better. For once.

Normally, the Americanos screw up the story and the jap version is so much better--namely, scarier, perhaps gorier, etc. She's a horror freak. ^-^ Goth, blood, werewolves, ghosts set on vengeance, you name it. Except she's not goth. No all black attire, crazy make-up, boots, jewelry, worship of Satan, etc. ;)

I liked it. The movie, I mean. It's okay, I suppose it could be scarier. I'm just glad it has a happy ending, unlike the Americano version. Oops, did I just spoil it? Eh, I don't think I gave away much. You don't even know what a happy ending is or even what a happy ending could mean to me. I may like a happy ending with lots and lots of gore. I may not. I may like a 'happy ending' of no gore and all solved by exorcism. Or not.

You don't know. ^-^ So I'm happy, I didn't ruin it for ya'll. Yay.

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My first argument WON!
Sunday. 1.6.08 8:32 pm
She was going on about something how...I don't match up or whatever, just something negative about me and how I compare to others (a couple of friends' names popped up).

i.e. #1:
My dear Mommy: "So-and-so is in [the number 1 high school]!"

Me: "No, she's not! *laughing* She's in this-and-this high school. When we say [blank], she always has to say this-and-this [blank] high school. I just say I'm in [blank], because everyone knows [blank] means my high school."

Note: She wasn't even sure of that statement. She was grasping for straws.

i.e. #2:
My dear Mommy: "So-and-so is in [special junior high--connected to an elementary and college of the same name=kinda like the elevator schools in Japan]"

Me: "I went to a gifted elementary school and the number one junior high!"

And I either added a "What's wrong with you?!" or a "What are you talking about?!" after, laughing and shaking my head at the stupidity of it all.

Note: Also, grasping for straws. And yes, that friend is about...five years younger than me. Who my mother also believes is a bad influrence on me? How exactly does that work, I wonder...

Note2:[blank] high school is one of the top three high schools in the city.

Put everything I talked about and you know what? I think I won my first argument! Not a great case, but hey! It's a start. *wink*
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Part 2

Aw, the stars are down. They took them down...

At the Columbus Circle Mall, large fake lights/STARS are put up in the ceiling above the center of the Mall. There are these huge glass panels--the entire thing is in glass--at the very front facing Central Park and everyone can see the lights from there. These stars change colors and sparkle in tune to the Christmassy/Wintry music that plays...24/7. It's absolutely gorgeous.

And now it's gone. =( *sigh* They...were...beautiful...

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A Heartfelt Email
Thursday. 1.3.08 10:02 pm
" Happy Holidays everyone!

To All My On-line Friends:

As the holidays approach, my heartfelt appreciation goes out to all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" over the past 12 months. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.

Extra thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes 'cause I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need to seal an envelope.

Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

And, I don't use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I won't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I don't go to shopping malls because someone might drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from nor send packages by UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I won't answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

And, I never eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer have to buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I'm not worried about my soul because at last count I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

I don't have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time)

I no longer have any money at all - but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special email program.


Yes, I want to thank you so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favor!


If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next-door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.

Have a wonderful day....


P. S.: A South American scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain and sexual activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.


Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late. "




theDot: *cackle*

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First List of '08
Thursday. 1.3.08 4:38 pm
1.) Happy New Year!
2.) Check out the last book of the Gemma Doyle Trilogy: The Sweet Far Thing
--victorian supernatural saga full of adventure, romance, friendship, human relationship and coming-of-age/finding your way
3.)I have half a year left before the end of the school year. 152 days before my eighteenth birthday. Five months to 2008 gradutation.

What shall I do while I'm still a minor?
Oh my god, prom!

Oh my god, graduation...>.>

I have so much to do, it's not funny. I think I'm gonna become an alcoholic for the next six months. **Note: I have never had a drop of alcohol in my life.** Of all the options I can think of(drugs, smoking, etc.), it's probably the best. Sure, it may harm my liver, but not as bad as cigs would gouge lungs(plus cancer!). And I'll get out after six months. I'll go to AAA if I have to. (XD)

La la la~! *skips away*

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How lame. I am.
Monday. 12.31.07 8:31 pm
I was talking with her on the phone. I just bought caramel popcorn 'n peanuts for a dollar forty-nine and I had stopped by a street vendor selling hoping to get some cheap new year treats, like paper horns to play between the two of us.

I wanted to tell her not to come home too late since we weren't going to sleep tonight. She kept saying, "I'll try my best. I'll try my best." Finally, I threw in "What do you mean TRY YOUR BEST?! You HAVE to come home for the countdown. You're MY mommy!"

No way is she going to countdown the new year at a party while I wait for her at home. H-ell no. I repeat.

HE-ELL NO.

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Commercial International (Asian) Hosh-Posh
Friday. 12.28.07 3:15 pm
You see that PineSol commercial?

~~asian music~~
Asian guy levitates
Asian guys falls from mid-air
Asian guy says something in Jap
Asian lady mopping floor smiles
Black women says "Hmph. That's the power of Pine Sol, baby."
~GONG~
~ad for Pine Sol comes up for 30 sec.~


1.) Guy is Jap
2.) Woman is Korean
3.) Music is classical Chinese

And I know how to sing to it. >.>

Plus Black ad lady?
Equals International Hosh-Posh.


*beam* ^-^ *beam*

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My Vaca...so far
Thursday. 12.27.07 4:36 pm
Good evening, all.

Shall I start with the weekend-past? My mother and I piled into a bus with two of her in-their-forties/fifties-and-single friends. The bus took us out to Woodbury where we shopped for a few hours. We threw our bags into storage in the bottome half of the bus and our carriage took us to a little hotel for the night. I finally had my own bed for one night and watched Lemony Snicket's Unfortunate Events: The Movie. Next morning, we piled into the bus and we were finally on our way to SKI.

Yes, SKI! My first time! I can't wait to go again. Not that it was incredibly fun or held up to my expectations and wasn't a bit of a disappointment. But I still can't wait to go skiing again. I want to be able to really ski!

On Monday(the next day), I went ice-skating with P. P doesn't have many friends. She's not exactly a loner, but she just doesn't fit in so well. I've known her for a long, loooong time. And I want her to have some fun with people her own age, even though this time it was only me.

I found broken not-yet-completely-healed flesh on her wrists. As in the slash-my-wrists kind. I had seen them before and asked, she said it hadn't been purposeful. Either it was an accident or bug bites that got bad. She said her grandmother had told her it looked like this becasue she scratched it and got it red, etc. I saw them again and she said it happened with toothpicks. I asked her if she had done them on purpose and she couldn't give me a straight answer. She had done it and then ran crying to her grandma. >.>

Ah, she's a good kid. It's the same with me (not the I-have-slashes-on-my-wrist-too kind of same) and really it's just a phase that will pass once we reach adulthood--which isn't that far away. It's a combination of helplessness from what little life has given us so far--one of which is limitations--raging hormones, peer pressure, family pressure, and battling/erratic changes in our environment and ourselves.

*shrug* 'S ok. I'm just waiting it out. Sometimes I don't know if I can wait, then other times I think I can. And she just won't help me. It would be so much better, so much easier for me if she just...but she can't, because she doesn't understand and can't. Ah, well.

Anyway, Tuesday was Christmas and I spent it with my mother/family. Wednesday, I had lunch with my ma (I treated), too bad my mother only has an hour, including travel. We didn't eat much since we didn't have enough time.

I can't believe it's already Thursday! I feel like I've wasted so much time, but really when I think back on it, I've wasted one night I think. Because I wanted to go home and get some work done, but wasn't allowed.

Today, my mother was in a bad mood. I want to go back to my gran's to sleep tonight. THAT' S A FIRST.

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ABCs
Tuesday. 11.27.07 8:51 pm
No, I do not mean the alphabet. I mean ABC--American Born Chinese. For those of you who are non-asian, you probably won't get what I'm talking about. And that's okay. ^-^

Tonight I had dinner at a restaurant in Chinatown--owned by the family of an old friend of mine actually. We had a waitress who apparently worked for a time in a different restaurant. I hadn't been aware of that fact when I had obediently greeted her, "Ai yi, ning hao." 'Course, it was in Cantonese not the Mandarin I put here. ;P

Scene 1:

Her: *places a fork on the plate next to me* Here.
Me: *blink* (I knew what she meant. The fork was for me. I asked anyway, just to see what she'd say.) Who's the fork for?
Her: *a bit flustered* Uhm, for you.
Me: (What says I don't know how to use chopsticks? I'm holding a pair in my hand, am I not?) *silence*
Her: *uneasily* Then...you don't need to use the chopsticks.
Me: *short, tart* I don't need it. *does not look at her, continues eating*
Her: Oh! Haha...I thought you didn't know how to use chopsticks...*walks away*

How had I been eating then? Uh, doi!

Scene 2:

Her: Do you want anything to drink?
**Note: You don't normally ask what they want to drink. We all have cups of tea in front of us, I am no exception.**
Me: *blink* (Oh god, again.) No.
Her: Oh, okay. *walks away*

Um, do I have "ABC" painted on my forehead? Is it in invisible ink cuz I can't see it. But then how can she?

And who says ABCs can't speak Chinese, can't use chopsticks, and don’t drink tea? Oh, right, because it’s true—for some, not all.

I burst out laughing after the first one. I just leaned over to my mother with a quizzical expression after the second. She shushed me. >.>


YOU ABCs ARE MAKING ME LOOK BAD! FIX IT!

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