FREEDOM.

oh wait. Anthro ISP. FML

and so this week begins...

Oh WINTER!

When it comes to winter, I hate it. The snow is beautiful, but being in it...not so much. Even a year ago, I loved snow. I loved creating my first snowball of the year or just falling in it. Now that everything is so stressful, having to deal with the cold snow just makes everything 10 times worse. Especially with essel 3 times a week, taking the public transit is such a drag. I have to cross the street on yonge and major mac. The cars are so close to the sidewalk. Also when I have to walk from the subway stop to Essel, the cars are like inches away. Lets just say, the dirty slush is very attracted to me. Oh and I hate how I look like one fluff ball during winter. With jacket + scarf+ hat + gloves, I look like....a fat...asian. :'(

Even though winter can be a drag, here are some things that I enjoy!

1. French Vanilla at Tim Hortons:

Oh its the best time of the year to drink it. There is a Tim Hortons right beside Essel. I always order a large, and it's so good. Just sitting alone in an empty classroom at Essel drinking my french vanilla is one of the better parts of my day (I get time to think :D )

2. My parents pick me up from school:

Usually when I don't go to essel, they would force me to take the bus. Now that the weather is freezing, they pick me up. Thank GOD they do, cause then little me would become ice solid.

3. Presents!:

I love presents (: I like it when people actually put thought into the present they buy me. Not like those last minute "look into drawer. See something that was never used." Omgosh, I love christmas cards! Especially with inside jokes! Oh christmas come!

4. CHRISTMAS BREAK!

Oh, one more week! oh christmas break please arrive already! This break is going to be so bad. Going to be doing APS the whole time. I don't like you Mr.Tran!

5. Just staying in your bed:

The room I'm sleeping at (the guest room, don't ask) is SOOO cold in the mornings. It's not facing the sun in the mornings, and it's just naturally cold. I have two fat blankets that keep me really really warm. I love waking up at 2pm on saturdays, just lying there.

6. CHRISTMAS SONGS

I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CHRISTMAS SONGS! Don't they just make you sooo happy? They do! A week ago, I was in the subway on my way to Essel, and those people that play instruments in the subway was playing a christmas song. It made me so happy and jolly! ^^

7. HOLIDAY SPIRIT!

FTW!

Hope you guys all have a safe and fun holiday! Don't get sick and enjoy the last week before break. Don't die from stress guys! Love yall!

You're ALL BEAUTIFUL!

Sometimes, when we're down and we feel like a bag of...똥, we need to be told by the people around us how beautiful we are. Don't you feel good when someone says, "Oh you're such a nice friend!" or, "Thanks for helping me."

I like it when people say thanks for what I did. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside. (: I guess thats why people say it is better to give than to receive. Christmas is coming soon and I hope all of you guys give some love to all your friends by saying "Thanks for being such a great friend!" (soo cheesy eh?)

SOMETIMES I THINK...

Have you wondered if anyone would notice if you died?

Have you wondered if anyone would care if you died?

...I have

North Korea

This past week was the attack between North Korea and South Korea. I remember the morning, I went to my parents room to sleep a little more and the news was saying something about "North Korea attacks South Korea" on TV. Since I was half asleep, I didn't realize what was happening to my mother country.

I guess South and North Korea never got along. Technically, the korean war didn't end. It's sad to know that two brotherhood countries cannot share the same love Canada and US has. I never really knew how North Korea got so excluded from the world. Even before the Korean War, they were not very interactive.

When some people say, "Oh my gosh, North Korea is such a bad country!" they sometimes don't realize that it's not the citizens fault but the government. We can only imagine what the people of North Korea go through everyday. They get abused, mistreated, starved, etc. They have no choice like we have. For them it's not a "I'll do ______" but instead, someone goes "YOU HAVE TO_____". They have no say. They were so excluded from the outside World that during this years 2010 World Cup, they thought their team won all the games. They thought North Korea won the World Cup.

My pastor from church visits North Korea often. I heard many stories from church about the life there. Also, I watched a movie with my Dad about a boy trying to escape North Korea. He went through a lot of barriers such as getting caught trying to escape, running over barbed wires, crossing the river (where there are government officials trying to kill anyone escaping), etc. In one of the scenes it was where the boy got caught trying to escape and he was sent to prison camp. There were a variety of people from little kids, to pregnant women to grandparents. During one particular part, a pregnant woman was not doing the job probably and a soldier yelled at her and punched her in the stomach. This was one of many scenes that was very disturbing. I asked my dad "Is this how it is like to live in North Korea?" and he said that it is way way worse.

For them, they only dream about having a free life. For us, we take advantage of what we have. For those north koreans, it is their dream to have our lives.

Right now, many countries are hoping that China will influence North Korea's actions. My parents told me while eating dinner that North Korea is almost done preparing for their 2nd attack. If this becomes war, my family will be trapped in the war zone. I pray and I hope you guys as well, that nothing will happen to South Korea.

Personally, I think the war will not happen because the other countries will not allow it. But I read an article that it will be unlikely for Canada to send troops to South Korea. ( :( sniff sniff) It won't really matter because there will not be a war.

Kim Jong Il has caused a lot of pain and suffering to his people. I hope his youngest son will be a better leader. Even though Kim Jong Il is causing all this chaos to show the world the power that his son will bring, but it's just making everything worse. The countries are turning away from them. The effort that the countries are doing to make a friendship with North Korea is slowly deteriorating.

I hope this will be over soon.

Split second

To know the value of ten years:
Ask a newly Divorced couple.

To know the value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To know the value of one year:
Ask a student who Has failed a final exam.

To know the value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

To know the value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to A premature baby.

To know the value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To know the value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.

To know the value of one minute:
Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To know the value of one-second:
Ask a person Who has survived an accident.

To know the value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special. – Author unknown.

I remember I read this somewhere in elementary school, and it was a pretty deep poem. :)

Today while we were on our way to waterloo to drop my brother off, I saw an accident happen. Well, not like HAPPEN HAPPEN, but we passed by the accident that happened like 2 seconds ago. One car was like, FLIPPED OVER, and it was crushed into half its size. There were cars stopping and people were getting out to help the victims. I saw people calling 911, and it was pretty scary.

I thought about if they would live. There could have only been one person in the car, or a family with a new born. They could have been listening to the radio as the enjoy their sunday afternoon. And a millisecond later, they are upside down as the car rolls. I remember my first car accident last year around this time. It was snowing really hard, and the accident only lasted a couple of seconds. The car was spinning around the highway. All I remembered was me staring outside the window and my mom screaming. I didn't even have time to realize that I was in the middle of an accident. When it was over, I was like like..."w t f?" My brain shut down for a couple of minutes until my dad said "ARE YOU OKAYY?!" Thankfully we were all okay and there wasn't a big damage to the car.

I just hope that the people that were in the car are all okay and hope God is with them. It just takes a second for our lives to be taken, and I was reminded to enjoy life because you never know when it will be over.

SHORT TERM GOAL

My goal is to get my G1, and drive to H-Mart with my G1less brother in the back seat. I want to go to the gas station and pump gas into my car while my brother waits. I want to stick my tongue out at him as he watches me.

current mood

It's sad knowing that your friendship might mean more to you than your friend.

Childhood

• waiting for my parents to tuck me into bed
• helping my mom cook
• collecting stickers
• buying my first beyblade
• drawing anime pictures
• sleeping past bedtime
• waiting for my parents to come home from parent-teacher night asking "WHAT DID THEY SAY?!"
• staying home alone with my brother
• long car rides
• going to Disney Land and not riding anything because all of us are scared of rides
• Finishing my first McDonad's kid meals hamburger
• Learning how to knit from my grandma
• My brother turning the shower water hot because I didn't know how to
• Getting my first cell phone
• Getting christmas presents from sunday school teacher
• Waiting for mom and dad to come home from work
• For monday to come faster so I can go to school
• Not being tired when waking up at 8 o'clock
• TreeHouse TV
• new episode of arthur
• Dad carrying me up to bed if I fell asleep on the couch
• Dad giving me all these kisses on the cheeks
• Going to hallelujah night at church duing Halloween
• Bringing my projects from school and showing it to my parents for getting an A+
• School musicals on holidays
• Getting away with bullying my brother
• Using straws to drink water or milk
• Sibling's handy-downs

Strangers

"Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends." -Shirley MacLaine

Like any normal thursday, I was on my way to my after school chemistry class by taking the subway. But as I was going closer to the ticket machine, I saw a man around his 40s/50s asking people for money. Following my parent's rule of "don't talk to strangers," I tried to avoid him...with a $10 bill in my hand. While I was buying my tokens, he showed up beside me. "Can I have a token?" said the stranger opening his hand out. In his hand were a bunch of nickels, dimes, and pennies. He had around 50 cents, $2.50 off. I wanted to get away from him so I started to say a bunch of things that didn't even make sense to me. "Sorry, I don't have change," or "No, no, no" and ran off with 3 extra tokens in hand.

When I got into the subway, I started thinking what I just did. I started asking questions like, "How will he get home?" "What about his family?" or "I wonder what happened to him?" I was regretting not giving him the token. I couldn't sacrifice my ice cappuccino (that I later had) for that token.

Everyday, as we go on with our daily lives, we pass by hundreds of strangers. When we see someone that's not the "average" or "normal" human being, we try to avoid them. We have our own personal bubble we protect 24/7. Let me ask you guys this: If there was only 1 seat left between two strangers in a subway or bus, would you go seat there or just stand? Whenever we pass by someone, he or she could've been our future best friend, co-worker, boyfriend/girlfriend, and more. Instead we just go on with our daily lives. The person we might be standing next to in a public place could be going through a heart break, depression, money problems or a disease. Yet we don't know because we hide ourselves behind fear. Fear of coming out of our safety net.

Now I'm not saying that we should all go talk to every random stranger we meet in public. But when someone asks us something, we should give them a nice response with a warm smile unlike that "wtf why are you talking to me" look. Smile because you might make another stranger's day a little brighter.

My Sugar Baby - Liam

So for the past week starting from Friday October 29th, I had to carry a fake baby around where ever I went. It wasn't those mechanical babies that cried, but it was just a boring old bag of sugar decorated with pantyhose and baby clothing.

Ever since I was little, it was one of my "things to do before I die" kinda thing. I would always see people in movies and dramas carrying around these fake babies. I thought it would be so FUN!

I was wrong.

I think the best part was making the baby. So our teacher, Mrs.Stableford told us to buy a list of things so we can make our sugar babies such as: Pantyhose, bag of sugar, eyes, pacifier, baby clothes, pillow stuffings, etc. We expected her to tell the class how to make the baby. Do a step by step process...When class started she said "Okay GUYS!..START MAKING YOUR BABIES!" We had no clue how to make it so we spent half the period just figuring out how to make it. Eventually we found a way, and I made my baby boy LIAM!

Here are some things I learned while carrying Liam around everywhere for the past week:

1) BABIES ARE HEAVY.

So Liam only weighed around 7 pounds? At first I thought to myself "oh, this isn't so heavy," but after carrying him around everywhere for a couple of minutes, my arms was in pain! Omgosh. Also I couldn't go to my locker because one arm was occupied with Liam so I couldn't put my binders in my bag or wear my jacket.

2) Help from Family and Friends are a MUST!

When I needed to go to my locker or the washroom, my friends had to take care of him. When I didn't wanna take care of Liam, my friends took him. At one point, I left my baby in one of my classes not even remembering I had a child with me. When I got to my next class, I remembered that I had a son! I ran back to one of my classmates class, and he told me that the guy next door had him. I ran into his class and grabbed Liam. Thank God they had my back because if I lost it, 15% of my mark gone right there.

3) Strangers are really scary! LAWWL :)

So 2 out of the 7 days, I had to take Liam to my tutor school. I had to bring him to the viva bus and ttc subway. In the subway, I got the WORST glares from people, especially old ladies. At one point I said to them, "It's a fake baby." This woman was staring at my baby so hard I thought lasers were going to come out of her eyes or something. Gosh, I was so embarrassed. First I look like a 10 year old. Second I'm carrying around a baby. Third, it's fake. Yup, I'm a typical 16 year old.

4) Some people have to keep their personal opinions about my baby to themselves.

"WHY IS IT BROWN?" "IT'S SO UGLY!" -PUNCHH- Yup, those were some of the comments or reactions I got from many classmates (especially boys.) As time passed by, I started to attack back naturally without me even realizing. "You're baby is kinda ugly." ...

"Well, you're pretty ugly too." It kinda pisses you off when some people don't consider what you're going through. I learned how real parents feel when random strangers criticize a new born. Also, if their kids have mental or physical illnesses, I'm pretty sure there will be those people that will make fun of the parents. Those kinds of people actually deserve a punch in the face.

5) Support from your family affects how you view your baby.

My dad thought this project was USLESS. He said how Liam looked like some kind of demon child. He wasn't considering the fact that I made Liam and he was worth a huge chunk of my mark. Every time he said some rude comment, it was influencing my views on Liam. While I was hearing all these stories from my classmates stating that their parents bought extra clothes for their grandchild or whatever, my dad was yelling at me about Liam. On sunday, I couldn't even bring Liam to church because he didn't wanna be known as the "parents of a child who is carrying around a demon child." He was not giving me an legitimate reason as to why I couldn't bring him to church. I knew for a fact that people would've liked Liam at church. :(

6) Parenting is hard.

I've only had Liam for only 7 days. He wasn't even real but brought so many problems to my life. My arms were getting tired, random strangers giving me all these stares, etc. It opened my eyes to the real lives of parents. My mom told me the moment I brought Liam home, "I hope you will realize what I went through." Being a parent is HARD WORK. It's stressful, time consuming, and an emotional roller coaster. We all say, "yeah parenting is hard...blah blah blah." but if you guys do this project, you will actually get a glimpse of what it is like to be one. I am not ready to be a parent, and I won't be for another good 10 years.

When this project started, a lot of classmates came up to me and asked me, "this project is useless." "I don't get why you're taking this course." and a million more questions. I like these kinds of courses cause these kind of lessons help me in the real world and in the future. Even though I was happy to hand in Liam to my teacher, I will miss seeing his droopy eyes and his extra-fat thighs.

hmm...

Lets all HIBERNATE.

CN Tower Climb

On Saturday October 23rd, 2010 me and a bunch of my friends participated in the 2010 CN Tower climb for United Way. I got $40 worth of donations from people from school. While asking people for money, I learned some things. Before when people asked me for donations, I would usually say, "Oh, I don't have money," "I already donated," or "Laterrrrr." All of these were lies. Now that I was the person asking for money, I realized what kind of a jerk I was. People who are not fortunate enough like me are relying for people like me to help them...but I'm too selfish to donate $1? One thing that pissed me off was when people were throwing the money at me, especially pennies. Excuse me, I'm not a hobo and I have a hand where you can put the money in. Anyways, I got enough change to get the money.

At first, I decided to sign up for the climb because a friend was begging me to. I really didn't want to go. I was already having lack of sleep, and waking up at 6 on a saturday to go climb some stupid tower? No thanks. I actually thought that it wasn't going to be so hard...just a couple of stairs. I was wrong. Very wrong. There were 144 flights of stairs. Originally I thought there was only 62. By the time me and my friend got to the 62, we asked someone, "How many flights are there?":

"There are 144."

That actually shattered our motivation of climbing. Eventually we got up and didn't die.

I think that the climb can reflect to our life. It can relate to how we try to achieve our goals:

1. First we go into it knowing the problems we would face:

• I knew I was going to die while going up the stairs. I'm so unfit that I have trouble going up to the 3rd floor at church.

2. With knowing the problems we are going to face, we either start, or give up:

• I could've said no to the climb, but I did it anyway.

3. We face challenges:

• breathing problems, smelly Indian man in front of us, leg pain, friends yelling at us to come up faster.

4. We need help along the way:

• my friend beside me was having more trouble than I thought. She looked like she was going to faint. I guess we all need a little motivation from other people that we can do it.
• we need that reminder that "we're almost there" "one more!!" kind of comments.

5. We keep on going, or give up:

• When I heard that there were 144 flights on the 62nd flight, I actually wanted to give up. We weren't even half way there. What other choice did we have? It was either up, or down.

6. We achieve our goal:

• With the many problems and challenges we go through, it is more rewarding at the end. I felt so great that I climbed the CN tower. I could check off the "climb CN tower" on my bucket list.

It was pretty fun to tell the truth. There were a variety of people who participated from 10 year olds to an old grandpa (he was so cute). If I was asked next year to do it though, I'll have to think about that. :)

Wannna start over.

Don't you sometimes wish that you could move to somewhere? A place where no one knows you or your past. A place where you can be whoever you wanna be and no one will think you're acting yourself? Make new friends, meet new teachers, and start over. Erase everything.

I wanna move to a new school...and my parents said I can if i really wanted to. I've been thinking what it would be like to be at a new school. It would be weird at first trying to make new friends but I think I'll be okay...

I've been feeling really down lately with who my real friends are these days. I think I'll write what I wanna say to some people:

1. We've been best friends for so long, but for the past 2-3 years, I feel like you haven't been respecting me. Whenever we're just by ourselves, you're the besttest friend but whenever there are other people around, you talk to me as if you hate me, or I am the biggest loser you know. It feels like you don't wanna be friends with me anymore. You really don't know what i've done for you during the past 3 years of high school, and you don't appreciate that. I always knew you were going to hang out with a different group of people ever since high school started, but I think you've been ignoring way too much these days. I try talking to you on msn, but I get no reply. I try, but it seeems like you're trying to make a distance between us. If you just don't wanna be friends with me, just tell me cause I think you're hurting me more by doing this.

2. So before high school started, we were all friends. But since last year, all of you guys started hanging out together excluding me. Now you guys are the best of friends, and I'm the loser that eats in the cafeteria doing my homework by myself. You guys always go to the movies together, while I stay home. During a party, you guys are all huddled up doing whatever.... thanks....

3. I've been pissed at you this past week because of the way you've been talking to me. You say you wanna eat lunch with me, but I see you somewhere else. It feels like I need to book an appointment with you to talk to you. When I told you of a problem you said "oh, sorry it was because of me" ...yeah thankss...

ugh, I am disliking my life at the moment.

I Want a Programmer

I want a programmer to replace me during class so I can go for an ice capp break.

I want a programmer to do my test tomorrow in class while I sleep

I want a programmer to do my homework and teach me.

I want a programmer to solve the billion problems I have.

I want a programmer to pass this class.

The closest thing I have is Mr.A

....I'm going to fail.....

I want a Wife

I want a wife that will clean my room.

I want a wife that will do my homework for me.

I want a wife that will take my socks off for me after I come home from school.

I want a wife that will dry my hair and wash my face.

I want a wife that will pick up my dog's poo while I'm eating dinner.

I want a wife that will do and fold my laundry.

I want a wife that will drive me to anywhere I want.

I want a wife that will buy me clothes and food.

I want a wife that will give me an allowance.

I want a wife that will do my nails.

I want a wife that will make my bed.

I want a wife that will make me a giant dinner every day.

I want a wife that will talk to me when I'm sad.

but I can't have a wife.

Stress

Ever since school started, I've noticed that I haven't gotten the 8 hours of sleep I need everyday. I usually get told by my peers that I look really tired. I usually end up falling asleep in 1-2 classes everyday which I never used to do before. It feels like I've stayed awake all this time, and got no sleep.

I learned that I have the worst time management. I know I should improve but it's really hard when you've had this crappy time management skills for the past 4-5 years. This year, with 3 extra classes after school, it has really messed up my work times. On mondays, wednesdays and thursdays, my classes start at 6:45pm and end at 8:45. After school, I would usually take the bus and subway which takes at least an hour. When I get there, I would do my Essel (the place I go to) homework. When I get home, it's already 9:30pm. When I eat dinner it's 10pm. You get my point?

Stress is something everyone learns to cope with, but seriously, I can't get used to it. I learned that if you procrastinate in the beginning of the year, it's pretty hard to get out of it unless you don't have any assignments for 2-3 weeks. Even now I'm procrastinating by not doing my homework or studying for my test tomorrow by blogging. sigh.

Anyways, I seem to cram my studying the morning of. I set my alarm at 6:30 am or 7:00am but I usually wake up and say "uh, I already know this...!" or "I can study during lunch" and fall back asleep. Pretty good studying skills eh?

When I recently went to university fair last week, they told me in order to do anything involving life science it would take at least 8 years. DAMN.... I learned that I really have to change my lifestyle in order to achieve what I want to be. I want to help people and in order to do that, I have to study.

Technology has basically ruined my studying life. Facebook is where my hand naturally types without me even noticing. When I get a note from my hotmail "You have received a new email from facebook!" it makes me so curious of what the new notification is. Basically it has become a game of, "one second of math homework then an hour of facebook." Before my parents would come down and yelling at me to get off the computer and go to bed. Now my parents have given up and they usually go to their room without checking on me. I guess they expect me to take care of myself now that I'm old enough. Secretly, I wished that they were those stricter parents that turned off my computer at 8pm or had those parental internet blocks.

I guess in order to help me stop procrastinating, I should set some rules for myself? I know I'm going to break them, but lets just give them a try.

1) deactivate facebook.

2) basically don't use the internet.

HAHA (:

Moving to Canada

9 years ago on this very day was the day I came to Canada! I was only 7 at the time so I haven't even heard about the country, "Canada." One day my parents sat us down and told us that we are going to migrate to this country. As a clueless child I told my parents, "OKAY!" thinking it was some week-vacation sorta thing. I remember that I saw my parents packing everything up, selling the house, selling the car, etc. Everywhere I went, people were telling me, "GOOD LUCK IN CANADA!" The last sunday service before the plane was when it got real for me. The whole church were praying for us. They made my brother and I go up to the stage and they prayed and sang a song about us. I saw my mom crying in the back; She wanted the best for us too.

Originally our plane was supposed to leave on September 13th, 2010. So two days before, which was the 11th, we were at our grandparents packing the last few things. My mom was taping bags with duct tape when we heard it on the news. Two planes had crashed the twin towers. We all stopped what we were doing and just stared at the t.v. To be honest, I didn't even know what the twin towers was. I didn't even know how serious the event was. I was like, "OH NO! How are we going to get to Canada now?!" My parents were freaking out too. Seriously, what is going to happen to our planes?

We found out that the first plane leaving was on the 15th. So on the 15th we were ready to leave. With tons of tears from my grandparents and my mom, we were on the plane. I was pissed that I couldn't get the window seat because all the seats were booked since there were a lot of people that were in the same situation as us. I remember I couldn't sleep, eat, ANYTHING! And 9 years ago, the plane didn't have those individual t.v. screens for each seat. It was those HUGE screens at the front of the plane. I was at the back. Well it didn't really matter since I woke up at the end of the movie "Spy Kids." I remember that I didn't even understand anything.

So Canada was so different from korea. You could actually see the sky. There were grass where you can walk on unlike in Korea it was only there for the visual. The scariest thing for me was the first day of school. Barondale Public School. So many skin,hair,eye colours. The only thing I could say was "hi!" "My name is Christie!" and "Bye!"

Eventually I learned the alphabet, learned to talk,read, and write. That's one thing I'm proud of doing. During these 9 years, our family has so much to thank God for. My parents opened 3 stores, my brother got into a good university, I'm doing well in school, and we have food on the table every night. THANK YOU GOD FOR KEEPING THE JEONG FAMILY SAFE THROUGHOUT THESE 9 YEARS!!

What Makes Me Different?

The first week of school is a week where you fill in those personality sheets. In every one of them it asks us to write down what makes us different from each other - a special talent, gift, whatever!

Truthfully, I always handed them in with a blank answer. Or if I do answer them I write down "I have a dog," or "I'm short for my age." That's not really special. When I was younger, it was so easy for me to think of something that makes me different. Now, I think of myself as some average 16 year old attending high school on a regular basis. What makes me different? What makes you different from me?

As I sit in my chair thinking, I seriously don't know what makes me different. I think I am going to ask my friends because sometimes they can see what you can't.

KAY SO THIS IS WHAT I GOT (some of them are ":')" replies and some of them are like, "wtf are you saying")

1) I'm the only christie they know. So the story behind how I got my name. In korea, I attended those "Learn English for $10000 and we don't teach your child anything!" programs. They named me "Christie" and I learned nothing. When we were coming to Canada, our family all sat down with a bible and discussed what our names are going to be. I stuck with Christie because I was too lazy to think of anything else. My brother went through the bible and found the name "David" YAY!

2) When my friend is too lazy to do his homework, he goes on msn at 2am and talks to me. I make him laugh. And says that I am very open. D'awwwww! Way better than number 1. Well, I am on msn really late because when I come home, I end up taking a nap until 10 o'clock. After I eat dinner by myself cause I usually miss it and then end up doing my homework until really late. I know I know, I should really change my lifestyle but it has been working fine with me. My marks are not like those gangsters in our school that get 30%s :D Oh, and yes I'm hilarious. I make people laugh. Usually people laugh AT me. :(

3) Cause I'm taller than her. Well if I'm taller than my friend, I'm pretty sure everyone is taller than her. LAWL (: I'm her wife, so I guess I'm special to her (A)

4) My lame/funny jokes. HO HO HO...I have more funnier jokes than I have lame ones. Oh and I have the funnnniest stories in the world. ROFL <--you actuallly end up rolling on the floor laughing.

5) Kay number 1 added that I have a very distinctive voice. When I talk in the hallway, you can hear me in space and it cuts through everything when I start talking. Kay no. Well I hate hearing myself in videotapes. UGH! I know I have a really weird voice. I would visit someone I haven't seen in a while, and the adults would always say "you still sound like a baby!" Omg...that's when I want to punch them. Oh sorry, if I could get rid of this, I would. I want to sound normal you know. It does make me special though... in a bad way? :)

6) OH I'm going to be cheesy now. I'm special because I have the bestest friends in the whole wide world.

How far is too far?

Grade 11 is the year that is important. It's the year that starts the journey to our future career. Even though some of us are starting to try harder in school, it seems like others are still in their grade 6 class. I accept some of the jokes these "people" do, but some of them are just immature. We're not 5 year olds anymore. We know when something is nice or mean. But clearly, some people can't differentiate between the two.

When I was younger, when someone made fun of how short I was, I got very offended but now I just ignore it. I guess I started to ignore whatever someone said to me that was mean. I don't let pranks, jokes, whatever affect me anymore. I just say, "whatever" or "thanks!" Nowadays, I don't get annoyed by what people say or do, but how immature they can be.

For instance, when boys push you with your bags on purpose to the lockers. It's already enough that I can't go through the hallways without getting pushed by strangers. I don't need you to purposely push me. Or when people make those sick-minded jokes. Sometimes it might be funny but don't relate everything to something dirty. Like how the hell can peaches turn into a vagina. Stupid immature people.

Other pet peeves I have are:

1) when people spell my name wrong. It's Ch-rist-IE. not K-rist-Y or K-rist-ie or Ch-rist-y. OR when people call me CHRISTINE. There is no "N"!

2) people who text me "k," "okay," "no," or those really really short texts. It's like.."Oh I just spend at least 3 times texting this and all you send me is a 2 lettered word!" Not only texting but on msn. It just makes me feel like they don't want to talk to me. It's very rude. Sadly, my brother is this kind of person so trying to talk to him when he is at waterloo pisses me off.

3) In every class, there is that ONE person that slows down the whole lesson. It's either by: asking the teacher the most useless questions, writing the notes on the board as slowly as a 2 year old baby or talking to other people really loudly which causes their friends to talk...which results in them not copying the notes and then asking all these useless questions cause THEY WERE TALKING! (: yup...I'm ranting. Sometimes I talk in class when I'm not supposed to but I stop when I notice that the teacher is getting annoyed. Usually I am quiet when there is a lesson. (:

4) People who don't get straight to the point. "I'm sad." "why?" "I'm not telling you." Then why the helll did you tell me? Or like, if they do explain, they say like the useless stuff for 57 minutes that don't even relate to why you're sad. Well, truthfully....I think I do this (:

It's okay when I do it and not when others do.

Happiness

You control it.

First Day of Being A Junior

First day of school is when we can't wake up for school, have at least 10 pages of policies you have to get signed, carrying your bags throughout the day, having empty 1&half inch binders that only have 2-3 sheets in them and whine about how school sucks.

Like the usual me, I was late to school...on the first day of school. Thankfully my first period Living and Working with Children teacher, Mrs.Stableford didn't mark me late. I was relieved that when I walked in, I saw familiar faces. That's the first thing we do when we walk into a new class: "Anyone that I can sit with?" The teacher did the regular - talk about the course, blah blah blah. Finally, she started talking about the sugar baby! OH JOY! Ever since I was little I always wanted to have that assignment where we got to carry a fake baby for a whole week. She told us that we would be able to make our own baby from sugar and pantyhose. I think I'm going to make some fat, chubby boy (:

Not being able to wake up early, I missed my breakfast. By the time 2nd period came around, the noises started happening. Oh gosh, it was embarrassing. I kept on drinking water to fill my empty stomach but it was not working. Thankfully, my teacher wasn't those teachers that talk really quietly but really loudly, enough to drown my stomach grumbling. Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology was my 2nd period class and was being taught by Mr. Tran. Hopefully he is as good as teaching this course as he is with his english classes.

After the usual lunch of eating pho, came my 4th period class. I hated this class. I didn't even sign up for this class! It was computer science. Truthfully, I don't even know ANYTHING about the computer - how to take it apart, the parts of a computer, blah blah blah. Whenever my computer broke, it was my brother's job to fix it. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was how many boys were in the class. They weren't even the boys that I talk to; they are the nerdy ones that play computer games in the cafeteria during lunch. There are some girls but they are probably those ESLs that got stuck into the class because there were none left. There were a lot of new faces saying "the most exciting thing I did this summer was come to Ca-na-da" with those fresh chinese accents. Hopefully I can drop that course and get into a class where I can actually relate to it!

Lastly was my grade 12 math class. I was hoping that any grade 11s would be in my class since a lot of people my grade fast tracked last year. I thought wrong. I am the lonely girl sitting in the back of the room. You know, the ones you see in the movie, where no one sits beside them. The one that doesn't talk but concentrates on her work. The one that don't participate. Well, that's me. Gosh, why does God hate me! Hopefully, I'll get to make some grade 12 friends! ):

I think the first day of school is getting worse and worse every year. I think it's because the guidance does a crappy job. I'm getting my parents to call in tomorrow asking them to change my schedule. (yn) Wish me luck!

(I just noticed this should go on my other blog, but screw that!) :)

Perfection?

What is perfect?

I guess it's what we make it to be.

Everyone has a different perfect.

I guess no one can be perfect because to one's eyes, it may be perfection, but to another, it may be a flaw.

To me, perfect means ignoring someone's flaws and accepting it. No one is perfect.

It's like that dove campaign.

To someone, the freckles can be the meaning of their beauty but to another, this woman can be the ugly duckling

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Starting at a young age we are told that perfect is having a skinny body or 6 pack abs. Everyday we are swallowed by advertisements what is the new "cool" or what is "beauty." Suddenly, all the bigger kids are self conscious of themselves. I think that we should be able to only judge of ourselves and tell ourselves that we are beautiful in our own way. No one should have the power to put us down.

:$ Most Embarrassing Moment?

I have two embarrassing moments in my life where I just want to erase them out of my memory! You have the permission to laugh.

embarrassing moment #1.

This story takes place in grade 5 during winter. At Bayview Hill Elementary School, students get the chance to go skiing 3-4 times to Mount. St.Louis Moonstone. It has only been a year since I moved to BHES so not a lot of peers knew me back then. So that day for lunch I bought a burger. Since I was really really really hungry, I ate it really fast. This was not a good idea. I think that if you just ate, you should wait 10-20 minutes before going back to doing a sport. I wished I knew this because on our way back to school, I threw up. I clearly remember what happened in slow motion. We were watching Like Mike and suddenly I knew I had to go. I was looking for a bag everything but couldn't find it. Then BLAST! It went all over my snow pants, jacket, etc. My friend beside me was so surprised. We just sat there for a second staring at my puke wondering what to do. She called the teacher and she took me to the back of the coach bus incase I had more in my system. Well, it would've been better if I sat at the back of the bus, but I sat at the front. Oh, it was soooooo embarrassing walking to the back with puke all over me and kids staring at me. At the back of the bus, I threw up more and I was 100% sure the kids outside could hear me. A few months later, I went to the library and met this boy in my grade. He said, "Oh isn't your name Christie?" I asked him how he knew me and he replied, "Oh you're the girl that threw up in the bus when we went skiing. That's how I remembered your name." Oh great, so I was known as the puke girl!

embarassing moment #2 (this might be kinda disturbing LOL)

In grade 9 second semester, the french students got the chance to go to the zoo. Since there were not enough seats in the bus, around 20 students got to take the public transit. I was one of them. This happened in the subway. We were all talking blah blah blah and then all of the sudden...a stomach ache. It wasn't those "it will go away" ones, but like those "I GOTTA GOOOOOO NOWWWWW!" (sounds like I'm pregnant or something LAWL) Seriously, I thought I was going to die or something. It was so painful. I told the teacher and she took me to the washroom. While I was in the washroom, the rest of my peers were waiting for me. OH.MY.GOD. When I came back out, I wanted to kill myself. Some of them were asking me if I was alright. Gosh, stupid stomach.

My Future, My Choice

In most of those Disney movies the child always say, "It's not my dream, it's your dream dad." Well, I think this is happening to me. Before my parents found out about how much university and dorms costed, they always told me, "Oh, you can go to any university you want to and we'll pay for everything." Now that my brother is in his dorm, my parents are forcing me to go to University of Toronto. It's not that I hate that university but ever since I was little I expected university to be the first part of my life where I get to live far away from my parents. They told me that when I get into a university, they would move closer to their stores. University of Toronto meant no dorm life and my parents nagging to me about everything. Even worse was that with their store right beside the university, they can visit me any time. Seeing my older friends from churches in universities now, I saw that dorm life meant an easier time making closer friends. I don't want to be those losers that have to bus back and forth while my high school friends are be hundreds of miles away from me. After aruging for quite a while my parents said, "FINE GO TO WHICHEVER UNIVERSITY YOU WANT TO GO TO BUT YOU'RE PAYING FOR IT!" Now, that is so UNFAIR!

I am not 100% what I want to be when I grow up but dentistry is on my list. I want to go Western Ontario for their dentistry program. Their program is a little easier than University of Toronto which means higher chance of me graduating! (: Western Ontario is popular for its partying but I don't think that will be my problem. University are the first few steps of adulthood and wasting that on partying is just stupid. Not only is it wasting your parent's money but you're losing valuable time. Partying may seem fun at that moment but not after all your friends graduate and have their own career.

I think dentistry will be a good path for me. Not only does it make lots of money but I can also join missions in church to go overseas and help the people in poverty. God has put every one of us on this earth for a reason and helping others is definitely what he wants from me.

If my parents don't let me choose what university I want to go to, I think I might just shoot myself in the head. (: jokes!

My Brother, David

Let's be corny now and start this off with a quote!

"The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out his nose." -Garrison Keillor

With my brother leaving for university tomorrow it's a bitter sweet feeling. Ever since we were little we never got along. I remember when I was little I waited for my dad to come home from work and I told him "DAD, GUESS WHAT?! ME AND MY BROTHER DIDN'T FIGHT TODAY!" with a proud smile. That's how much we fought and we still fight 24/7. Ask anyone that knows me and my brother and they will tell you about our fighting relationship. I guess we show our love towards each other by either swearing, insulting, hitting or tattle-tailing.

Even though I hated my brother, it was always a treat to make my brother laugh until his face turned red. He is usually the type that is either happy or pissed off. He only has 2 emotions. The thing I did that made him piss in his pants was when I would sit beside my grandpa and copy whatever he was doing. It was REALLLLY FUNNY!

My brother was in charge of basically everything when it came to chores. He did the dishes, vacuuming, cleaning the room, etc. I was the one that said "I'LL DO IT...in an hour!" but ended with him doing it. I think I'll miss him the most when I have to do all the chores and when I have no one to make fun of.

I always thought my brother was a really bad one. He never had my back when I wanted to go out. He was the type to phone my parents and tell them I'm going somewhere. He rarely went out so my parents weren't used to a teenager going out a lot. They always say "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GOING OUT SO MUCH?!" when it's just once a week. Because of him, I will end up going to the University of Toronto. My parents keep constantly telling me "you're not having a dorm life because it costs to much. Stay home." He is out to ruin my life.

I hope he studies hard in Waterloo and makes our family proud. If he doesn't, my parents are sending him to military in Korea. (Y)

Technology

You know that technology is ruining the world when your parents are watching korean news on their iphone while eating dinner. I think our world has become so dependent on technology that it is separating us from our loved ones. I guess it brings us closer in a way. We can talk on the phone or webcam with someone that is half way across the world.

I noticed that our family hasn't really been being a "family" for quite a while. Sure we live under the same roof but it feels like we haven't been connecting as much. During the summer my parents would be out of the house by the time I wake up. I would watch tv or go on the computer the whole day and then they would come home by 4 or 5. They would watch the television and when it's time for dinner, we would eat. Usually it would be small conversations ending with my brother or my parents being pissed off. Then we would all go to our own rooms - my brother to his room to go on his laptop, my parents in the family room watching tv until they fall asleep and me going to the basement to go on the computer until 2 or 3 in the morning.

Even during national holidays we would all wake up around noon and eat ramen. Guess what we did after? We would all watch TV. Even in the car my brother and I would listen to our portable music players while my parents are talking. I guess as me and my brother started growing up we have become more dependent on technology than our parents. From constantly yelling for our parents when we were younger to telling to get out of our room is a way of life I guess.

I kind of am jealous of other families (especially white families) who buy those cottages during summer or go on skiing trips during the winter. My parents can't even put up a tent and skiing is a nightmare for them. I always told them that when I grow up I will take my children outdoors and they would say "Oh you try doing that at our age." Yup, I'll try that...watch me jump off an airplane at the age of 65 (Y).

Friends Part 2

friend - 1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

2.a person who is on good terms with another; a person who isnot hostile

Well my definition of a friend is someone who you can stand beside without saying a word and it won't be awkward. Someone that can tell if you're lying or feeling sad even if you're smiling. It's someone who can understand what you're saying even if you're speaking gibberish.

I made a lot of new friends in High School that always makes me laugh until my belly hurts. Yeah I'm going to be cheesy and start talking about some of my close friends. (:

1. Lets call him "Tarzan."

The first time I met him was grade 9 2nd semester science, Ms.Forbes class. We got to know each other better when we started sitting in the same table. He is the friend that always jokes about his amazing looks. (LAWL) He has those cheesy lines that brings shivers down your spine or you end up spitting "EWWWWWW" Even with his corny pick-up lines he is a friend that I treasure. I don't know why but I can tell him everything from my crushes to stressful work. He has those "don't worry, just think of me" lines that always bring a smile to my face. (: You're cool tarzan! (L)

2. Let's call her "Owner"

She is the friend that I have to bring to movies, wonderland, birthday parties, WHATEVER IT IS so I'm not stuck being by myself. She is the one that ends up taking all the pictures with me when we're at some field trip. She is the person that I can bring to my house and we can just watch TV all day. We can stalk people on facebook together without thinking that we're creepers 8). We've known each other since grade 4 but started to become closer friends starting from grade 7? I think? (: She is one of my "biffles" and I hope that we can be friends forever! (L)

(I just noticed that I'm getting REALLLLY CHEESY AND CORNY AND EWWWWWWWWW (: )

3. BERRY?! (:

Oh this kid...this kid...I just read first wall posts on facebook. It all started of with him adding me on facebook where I asked him who the hell he was. He replied with "PROBABLY.. NOT. :D" I think every time I see " :D" it reminds me of him because he uses it to many times. I guess our friendship started off a slowly with us just talking on msn and not even saying Hi in the hallways. After a class in grade 10 science, we ended up being really close friends. He has all the christian quotes and always shows that God is the way to go! †

4. TURTLE

OMG, this kid is one of the funnniest person you will ever meet in your life (: He has it all...the funniest wonderland pictures to the funny youtube videos. He will be the one saying those random lines when everyone is silent to crack everyone up. Whenever I'm bored or feeling down, this kid is the person to go to. He will make you look like a retard laughing at your computer at 2am in the morning.

5. Dick

She is one of the best christians that I know. Where ever we are or whatever we're doing ends up being a blast. She is a person with the biggest hearts. I'm glad that I met her because she is kind of my role model as a christian.

6. Julliet

She knows me better than I do. Yesterday I told her to guess who I used to like and she got it right just on her first try. We have had some problems this year but hopefully it has made our friendship stronger. She has been there when I was crying when my mom yelled at me cause of my report card (LOL) and I was there when she overcame her fear of dogs. Hopefully this year we can get back to our friendship roller coaster and back to the old days when we made fun of people walking in the streets.

(insert corny conclusion here)