The Best Moment

This morning, I woke up at six o clock, thinking we had to go to school today. I got myself mentally prepared for going to school by six o five, got up and started pondering over whether I'd be late or not if I slept until six ten, and then decided to just get ready because I'd be sleepy during school anyhow.
Then, I opened the door, doing the usual ninja tip-toe walk, rushed back inside when I heard my brother murmur things in his sleep, and then poked my head back outside. I took a deep breath and managed to go downstairs when I suddenly felt something was astray.
...It was Saturday.

I felt a surging feeling of happiness and I dashed upstairs, careless of whether my parents would wake up or not, and dove right into bed thinking of the many more hours of sleep I’d get. It was the best feeling in the world. Curling up in that bed—doing just what I wished to do on real school days. It made me smile smugly (even though there was nobody around), and I felt like this was a priceless moment.

I dozed off to a few more hours of beautiful, soothing sleep.

 

Ahhh. Ode to sleep.

(That wasn’t an ode to sleep, I was just saying “Ode to Sleep,” nothing much to do with the actual content of the post, by the way.)

:3 True story, though.

GRADUATION [1]

AWWW I WILL MISS YOU EC AND TC AND AJ AND LL AND RTH AND VL AND EH AND HM AND JW AND ALL OF THE OTHER FRIENDS WHO ARE GOING TO OTHER HIGH SCHOOLS OH OHOH OHOHOHOHOHOH NONONONONONONO

 

Okay I’m done.

But literally, I was sobbing for quite a while after I came home, starting from the car.

ANYHOW.

 

Graduation is a terrible thing for me because it means saying good-bye to people I don’t want to say bye to. I think this is the first time I’ve actually had to say a serious and solemn good-bye to people.

I mean, besides in second grade when I burst into salty water when I had to move away from all of my friends, but that’s a while ago.

And the time I had to move away from my friends in third grade.

And in the beginning of fourth.

…But that’s not that big, because I didn’t really make much of a big deal of it, anyhow, the longest I’d been with any of them was three years, and that was just from kindergarten to second grade. But this--

after I moved here in the beginning of fourth grade, and up till now, which is eighth grade, which is four years (one more year than the kindergarten years, I know, but still). I had lots of great friends and lots of funny memories (wow this sounds so cheesy. I bet my side comments make it even cheesier. Ugh I wish it didn’t sound so cheesy.) and lots of laughter and stuff like that.

But now that I have to say ‘bye’ to them—that’s just terrible.

I mean, I’m sure we’re going to see each other in the summer, meet, and have fun somewhere other than school (obviously school’s not the only place you meet your friends). But I know that as years pass, they’ll make new friends who they’ll meet more often than they will me, and they’ll gradually drift farther and farther away from me, and my name will go farther and farther from their center of memory and thought.

Soon enough, we’ll meet somehow and then look at each other, all the friendship and kindness and cheesy memories gone, just strangers to each other’s eyes, and we’ll be as awkward as one is to another in a first meeting.

Thinking of that, just having said goodbye to my friends less than a week ago, breaks my heart.

(Wow that sounds cheesy, too. D:)

I guess with ‘facebook’ we’ll know what we look like, and we’ll know that we’re alive, but that’s all how it will probably be for a long time, before we’ll be thinking, “Oh yeah, what’s her name?”

And their names will be farther from the center of our minds, too.

This is what makes me so sad, and this is what brought the flood of tears onto my pillow.

Wait I didn’t say that.

What pillow? What tears?

No, no, I deny it all.

 

SO ANYHOW.

 

I really will miss you all, Allison and Lani and Tiff and Eunice and Rachel T. and Victoria and Jonathan and Keira and M(******) (might not want her name mentioned) and Emma and all of those whom I have regarded as my friend.

It’s out of honor that I had to write your names in (except for M, because she wants her unique name anonymous C:), and that I will try not to forget all of you even if you all forget me.

Because all those fun times during lunch and gym and science (COUGH MRS. Y) and DC and math and Spanish and just

yeah.

I hope that all of you, when you go to the high schools that you’re going to, will find your hopes in life and whatnot (all of those wise adulty stuff), find the meaning of your life and pursue your dreams and stuff, and you won’t give up and you’ll achieve that dream and you’ll succeed and you’ll be happy because technically if you’re sad your whole life that’s pretty depressing but that’s just weird and I’m kind of getting off track so I’ll just stop.

But you know, I hope that you all have a nice life after high school.

And beyond.

And good luck.

And bye.

And--

SOBS INTO KEYBOARD.

Really, I will miss you all. I hope last Wednesday wasn’t the last time I saw you guys. I hope that in ten years, we’ll see each other in a coffee shop, and neither of us will tilt our heads and say, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” When the other comes to greet an old friend.

I admit, some of you I have known more than others, and whatever it is, chances are slim that in exactly ten years we’ll be in the same coffee shop, out of all the places in the world, but we get those chances and I hope we won’t miss them.

 

Yeah, so,

good luck in your careers.

I hope you’ve all made the right choice.

I hope I’ve made the right choice, too.

 

For now,

bye.

 

TY A HAND.

~
Celine

To Do

So here are the things to do when there’s no school and you have done everything you needed:

1. Cook (bake, actually) cookies or muffins.
(Unfortunately, our oven is broken, so this option is not one I will probably take.)

2. Draw
(With the tablet, or with a pencil.)
(Sadly, the tablet does not work well with the double-screen I have set up at my desk, because it’s all funny-working, so I don’t want to draw ‘online.’ I don’t want to draw ‘for-real’, either.)

3. Take pictures
(My brother has confiscated it for his own use. COUGHlegoCOUGH.)

4. Blog
(What I am doing at the moment.)

5. Play around with the blog
(Time consuming, and I don’t feel like doing that today.)

6. Play games (like Plants vs. Zombies).
Did I say? I have the FULL VERSION of Plants vs. Zombies, and Fruit Ninja (got that a while ago), AND Where’s my Water?. Plants vs. Zombies is AWESOME. It’s so addicting. literally. When I close my eyes, I can see the little suns popping out of the sunflowers. I’m starting to get a bit worried, actually. Addiction isn’t always the best thing, you know.

7. Watch a movie
Probable.

8. Practice my speech that I could have given a week ago.
Probable. Don’t feel like it though.

9. Search the App Store for some good games worth buying
Did I say? I got a $25.00 Gift Card for iTunes, and of course, that means, FREE GAMES THAT YOU BUY! I’ve been researching and looking at reviews and what-not to search for some buy-able games. I found this awesome SAT Mindsnacks game. I’m thinking of getting the full version, because (1) I need to study words, (2) I have terrible vocabulary, (3) I’m not ready for SAT, not that I’m taking it this year or anything. And plus it’s fun. The problem is, it’s $4.99. That’s like one fifth of my total money.
Nahhh it’s a gift card. That’s what they’re for, right?
Well, I’m probably going to buy it.
ANYHOW, I’ve done this (#9) for quite a while. I should actually start buying things.

10. Buy a game on the App Store.
(Read #9)

11. Write a story
Nope don’t feel like it.

12. Learn some more html
Nope don’t feel like it.

13. Read some classical books—any books, for that matter.
(Please visit www.lovereadwrite.blogspot.com for more details.)

14. Sleep.
Oh, beautiful, beautiful, ever-lasting, end-less sleep
that gets disturbed by beeeeeeps every morning. D:
And intruded by homework, tasks, chores, and essays.
And speeches.

15. Aimlessly search the internet.
Not suggested.

20. Study some Geometry!
Did that. D:

21. Eat candy
Probable.
Likely.
Chocolate, rather.

22. Eat.
Kind of necessary, don’t you think? Unless you’d like to fall on the floor due to malnutrition or dehydration.
(I don’t mean eat right now, at the moment. Eat in general.)

23. Ask Mother for Pepero
No. What a rash act of temerity.

24. Download some more music.
No.

25. Did you notice I repeated number 2 twice? And I switched four and three.

26. Just kidding. :D

27. Drink some tea. Or cocoa. Or…

28. Jumprope
NYEAHHHDHSHDFHSDHFHDHFH I DON’T WANT TO.

29. Bother mother.
Probable.

30. Get off the computer and do something worth-while.
Not too likely.

Perhaps.

 

~
Life is a race. But it is not a race to where, but in fact, to what. It is that what that determines whether you are a winner, or you are not.
It does not matter where in the race you start, because it is not to where you go, but to what. So think about that what and remember. It is not to where. No rush. Time is. Time will never disappear.

Complaint: Speeches

I would like to file a complaint to the manager of Speechgiving--

Recipient: Manager of Speechgiving
From: An Annoyed Student
Complaint:

WHY!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

I hate speeches.

And especially if I have to practice it for a week. Or two.

So this is what happened: My teacher, Let’s just call him Mr. A, just to fill in the blank.

Mr. A, my English Literature teacher ( C: it sounds so official.) told us we had to give a speech on anything we liked. He told us this on, let’s say, Monday. Or Tuesday. I forget. Whatever.

He then gave us time in class on Wednesday to research on the topic. Then he spent Thursday and Friday somewhere else with us stuck with a sub.

He told us the speeches were due Monday. That gives just less than a week to research, write, and practice a speech! For a “major grade.” D:

So we all (hopefully everyone) stressed out and practiced over the weekend. I did, at least. I spent Sunday, in a car going to New York, mouthing my speech (because if I said it out loud, my brother would recite along with me, which is not convenient at all).

I was all, “I’M READY FOR THIS. (…not.)” by Monday.

Guess what?

We walk into class, Mr. A goes, “Hey, guys, your speeches are postponed to next Monday.”

Naturally, I felt a combination of anger and happiness. Anger because I COULD HAVE SPENT ALL THAT TIME IN THE CAR PLAYING GAMES and not reciting speeches on Death Penalties, and I was stressing out over nothing. And it meant another week of stressing out and practicing.

And happiness because, well, I didn’t have to go up today. Or tomorrow. Until Friday.

SO I was so happy that I didn’t practice. And therefore I was not ready the following Monday.

He called up volunteers on the day of the speech-giving. And apparently, many of my peers felt the same emotion as me, as they wanted to get it over with and stop getting stressed for two weeks.

Then on Tuesday. I did not go up.
Wednesday, I did not go up.

Thursday, I was planning to—but a person who was very good at speech-giving engrossed us into a speech and somehow tricked us into thinking this was a college course and we were free to ask questions for the whole period. So basically, Thursday, we spent class time asking questions about how disgusting McDonald’s really is (not the taste, the health).

And Friday we had off because of President’s Day Weekend.

Therefore, Here I am, much stress on mind, for around three weeks. And still not ready. If only he had not postponed, I would have been ready to give the speech. And I would not be filing this considerably very long complaint.

 

Anyhow, Mr. Speech Manager,

Please prohibit speeches from all classrooms around the world. That is what I would like to suggest.

Nawjustkidding, because when I go up to present when I get a job (if I get a job, that is), I’ll probably have no idea how to present.

But just for the fun of it.

 

Yeahnevermind.

Sincerely,

An annoyed student who doesn’t like speeches and public speaking.

Winter Break Complaint

I would like to file a complaint to the guy who just made my winter break pass by so quickly?
Yes?
YOU MEANYPOO.

It's terrible. Imean, I had all these wonderful plans--to wake up early, to do all of my stuff (homework, math, piano, whatnot) before lunch, and then do whatever I want for the rest of the day.
Whatever I want meaning: reading, writing, watching some Asian TV, cooking (cookies), drawing, going on the computer, sitting and lolling about, you know.
But, no. The minute I wake up, it's already Monday night, and I'm going to school tomorrow, and I feel as sick as a bunny (if bunnies are sick, anyhow). It's terrible.

Here is the official complaint:

Complaint title: Winter Break Complaint (Creative, eh?)

Complaint to: Mr. Time

Complaint message:

Why did you make time go by so quickly? Why do you always take that time away just when I'm having fun? Why do you always have to take things away from us?

Complaint sent.

SCREW THIS.

Time might take things away, but time will also bring about the new.

WHATEVER.
The sole meaning of me living is now deprived from me--those hopes, dreams, and aspirations of what-to-do during winter break--gone.
Just flew away, like time does.
All that is left of my life now is school. School, school, school. Study, study, study. Rip your head out because of tests, projects, and essays. And homework. Sleep at twelve, sleep at twelve, sleep at twelveandanhourpastthat. AAAND wake up early, early early. Until I fall dead one day, and everyone will finally say SCHOOL IS BAD FOR YOU, but it won't be use to me, because I'd already be dead. So everyone will have fun after I die.
No point in life, no point in life, no point in life.

Yes there is!
WHOSTHAT.
Oh, yes there is!
WHOSTHAT.
Want me to prove it?
Whoever you are, prove it all you want, but it'll still be over. Over.
SPRING BREAK!
GOOD POINT! :D

The Adventures of Penny, PENY, and AMIE. :D

So I got bored this morning, and instead of studying for something, I made this little 'comic' (more like a (very long) useless doodle) about Theorem 5-5, for my Geometry Class. :D

 

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NO SCHOOL

NO SCHOOL
Thursday:
-Piano lesson in the morning
-Translate for the whole day (a book and a half, two essays) (because of my procrastination)
-Practice bassoon
Friday:
-Go to a place and review translations with fellow procrastinating translator buddies
-Practice bassoon.
-And piano. D:
Saturday:
-Translation competition (SO READY.)
-Practice some more bassoon--waitno i come home late. D:
Sunday:
-Church
-Come home, do some homework
-Practice bassoon
-Practice piano


Oh, the wonders of weekends--so much FREE TIME, I can't WAIT FOR IT. D: