Semester 2

This past semester was really...weird? I don't really know how to describe it. I felt like I didn't try my best at all. I slacked off a lot and didn't care about my homework. I didn't study a lot and often saw myself watching TV or on the computer. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Bye bye slacking off semester.

HELLO STUPID SEMESTER! English, Chemistry, Biology, and Physics. 4 hardcore courses in one semester! Yay! Well, I kind of always had this kind of situation every year. In grade 9 it was french, science, english and math in one semester. Grade 10 was science, english, and math in one semester. I guess I need that kind of semester because I focus better. I need that motivation I guess?

I promised my parents that this semester, I'm going to try my best and study 100% These marks are going to plan out my future. I need them in the 90's. I don't want to disappoint my parents. Hoping for a 90% average like semester 1? :D

LETS DO THIS!

Rest In Peace Mr.Cho

Mr. Cho I never knew you.

I saw you around the church a couple of times.

I know your son and daugher.

I know your family are the nicest people we know.

Your whole family volunteers at church.

I hope you're feeeling better in heaven.

The next time you'll see us is when we all reach heaven.

To the family, I know it's going to be hard at first

but always remember God is with you.

Hold his hand as you guys walk through this tough journey.

There are many people here to support you.

Always remember, we love you.

Heartless Bastards

So at church every month, everyone donates $2 so that the money can go to those unfortunate kids in Cambodia (I think). This sunday my teacher was just reminding us to bring the $2 for next week and that's when this stupid ass, heartless boy questioned her.

"Why do we have to give them money?"

said the boy.

That's when I got so frustrated with him. His tone of voice showed his true identity.

Our teacher explained it to him that they are less fortunate than us and need the money for food, shelter, etc. Then he asks:

"Why? They are SOO LAZY. They don't even try to become richer people"

Oh, I'm sorry that they are living in such poor conditions where their government doesn't give a damn and most of them don't even have shoes. They don't have parents. All they do the whole day is walk around looking for good. And you have the guts to say that they are lazy? Jerks.

And then I told this guy beside him to smack him.

He looks at me with a smirk and says

"Oh, Christie, you bring in my 2 dollars for me next week. Pay for me."

and then after he says that he talks about his relationship with God and how it's so strong.

I don't get him. Sometimes I feel like he is such a good christian, but the way he treats other people is like crap. He swears and makes fun of people. No. You're just...UGH.

Hoping For A Miracle

My friend Timothy's dad is in a critical state. He has cancer and the doctors can't do anything. He went to Korea hoping that hospitals there would help him, but they also said that nothing could be done. He was getting drugs to help him endure the pain. My parents told me he was a stick because he wouldn't eat. It would be painful for him to even pee. The cancer is a rare one where it's below the stomach (I don't really know).

Today, my parents got a call from Timothy's mom, saying that there will be a little service/meeting at the hospital to pray for him. When my mom came back she told me about it. Timothy also has a sister in grade 8. My mom said that the way her dad touched her face was very sad because he won't be there for her anymore. Being close to my own dad, I just thought about how my life would be without my dad hugging me everyday. It makes me cry to know that they won't have a dad anymore.

My mom told me the funeral might be this week because he is in a lot of pain. I know there are some miracles when it comes to cancer. Some people do end up making it even though it looks like their life is over. Lets pray that he will be able to live through this.

When I hear about these stories, I realize that I should be thankful for what I have and to be happy about it. We never know when these things or people might be taken away from us.

Pray for him. Pray for their family.

I think I wrote about this before but seriously, who cares about someone's imperfections? "Oh, her thumb looks so ugly" or "ew, she is so hairy."

We sometimes see ourselves judging other people but we have to realize that it's not right. I guess it's more wrong if you judge people we don't know. Saying how a celebrity got "uglier" having seeing their thumb or their face without make-up is such a douchebag move. You have no right to say that they are not beautiful.

Now I'm not saying I never judge people, but I guess we do it more now as we get older. We always have to wonder God made us equally beautiful and we have to accept it. The number one step to being beautiful is being able to accept the way we are.

SHUT THE HELL UP

Seriously. These past months have been my parents telling me to become an engineer. First of all, don't tell me to do something I don't want to be. Just because you heard from other people that it's one of the best programs or some shit doesn't mean I can be one. Yes I know engineering is a good program, but if I don't want to become one, then it doesn't frigging matter.

I'm going to be doing my future job for the next 40-50 years and I don't want my stupid parents making that decision for me. "Oh, fine you can't go into something else, but you're paying for it." You know what? I won't go into university and then run away from home. How the hell would you feel knowing you're the one that caused that. I know you want the best for me but why can't you frigging listen to my opinions for once and shut the hell up. EVERYDAY, no exaggeration, EVERYDAY you talk about it in the car. Every time you say the word engineer, I want to frigging jump out of the car.

It's so frustrating to hear your opinions. When it comes to my future, you should shut the hell up.

Never Used To IT

No matter how many years I'm alone, it's always scary to know that no one is there cept you.

My parents always left me at home by myself. Sometimes my brother was with me at home or not. They were busy working at their stores. Even after 7-10 years, it's still scary to be home alone. I will never get used to it.

Get Over Yourself.

Hi.

Please get over yourself.

You think what you do is always the right thing.

You think your decisions are the best, but no...not really.

It's okay to make mistakes.

It's okay to hit rock bottom.

It's okay to say you were wrong.

It's okay to learn from your mistakes.

It's okay to be you.

Presents.

There are many different meanings when we give presents. It's to congratulate, to console, or to take revenge. Whenever I was little, I loved getting presents. I hated giving them. Like every greedy child, I wanted the most expensive or brand new toy out there. I would wait every year until its my birthday or christmas to tell my parents what I wanted. I had to have that one present or else it was that whole "get on floor and scream until they say yes" kinda thing. As the years passed, I started getting lazier. Lazier to even think of what I wanted. Whenever someone asked me "What do you want?" I'll respond with a "I don't know," or a "get me a giftcard."

This christmas it felt like my christmas spirit just went down the drain. I guess that's what all of us feel as we get older. We lose that spirit and adrenaline that all children have. They would sing christmas songs or wake up really early to see the christmas present santa got them. Now it is just a day where we don't go to school.

Christmas isn't all about gifts though. It's the celebration of Jesus' birthday. I guess we forget about the real meaning of the special day as our greed takes over. Interesting fact. Did you know that you don't read "x-mas" as "ex-mas". You still read "x-mas" as "christmas." If you read "x-mas" as "ex-mas" it has lost its whole meaning of Jesus' birthday. If you read it as "EX-MAS" you are reading it as if x is a variable, like when you use it in math as an unknown variable. The letter X was derived from the Greeks, which is the first letter in Christ. Christmas is from "Christ's Mass" or something like that! Get it? Pretty cool eh? So next time you se "x-mas" say CHRISTMAS :)

Back to topic. Giving gifts doesn't always mean giving a real object. It get be something inanimate like giving love, or comfort. I guess the gifts like love or joy from our family and friends have a deeper and longer lasting impact on all of us. Think about it. Would you rather have a box of chocolate from your boyfriend or girlfriend or get a gift of love from them. (:

I loved giving presents this year. When I gave it to them they were like: " :D" or like ":O" or like "wtf is this (but in a good kind of way)." I guess when we give presents, we also get something back- joy. The smile that people have on their face is a reward that we get after spending $15-$30, and going to those crowded shopping malls looking for it!

I hope all of you guys had a great holiday and break!