Oh....my....gosh! Today was sooooooo much fun. Today I went to school, did my normal duty of working, and then after school, my friends Megan, Stephanie, Kaho and I went to the mall for 4 hours. It was a lot of fun. Then, Yunhee found us and we hung out in the food court for 1.5 hours and just talked. When 7:30pm came around, we all headed towards the movies to see "Horton Hears a Who". And boy it is a funny movie! I laughed so hard at it and I'm 15! When the movie finished, it was 9 o'clock and the next bus didn't come around for another 40 minutes so we stood in between the doors at the movies and just talked and goofed around. Stephanie, Kaho, Yunhee and I took the bus but Megan's Dad drove her home. I am now sleeping over at Yunhee's and its been a lot of fun so far. When we got here, I used her bathroom while she cleaned up her supposedly messy room. When we settled in, we talked about my visit in Korea for my birthday that is coming up and then she pulled out a bag of pens and told me to pick some of them to have! I'm sooo happy and proud that I know officially own something Korean. Haha. Then we straightened each other's hair and did make-up and pictures.
I love these girls to death and I am so glad to be their friend. I'm honoured that I can call them friends.
}Y{- Nichelle
已經有一段時間沒有再寫日誌, 雖然我知道它的功效, 但一直以來我也沒有這份毅力, 這不正是我的性格嗎 ? 做事沒有恆心, 三分鐘熱度.�
說說近況吧, 去年年底，我已經接受浸禮，正式成為教會的一份子，也開始了新的事奉崗位．剛剛過去的３月， 我和舊中學同學去了張家界鳳山市自助旅行，這是我第一次在中國的自助旅行，過程也有喜有悲．
而最近的這兩個星期， 情緒不是十分隱定, 常常會有負面思想, 樣樣事都提不起勁, 我知道這樣下去不是辨法, 但又可以怎麼辦?我己經很努力地學習改變，學習積極思想，學習與負面思想抗衡，但羅馬不是一天可以建成，我需要忍耐， 期望未來可以更好．
Back now. Pathetic supper, though.
Aha. Back to my absolutely horrible day. First off I had Bio and French. Is that even allowed??? Ghastly. My bio teacher hates us all. Not that I blame her. Everyone hates us. Last year the graduating class nearly killed us, the found us so annoying. It's not me and my friends. We're not saints, but we really are the better behaved students. Not bragging. It's true. One teacher once told our class at large that we made her reconsider her teaching job. High praise, no? It makes being a part of our class very interesting. Next we had Band (we did nothing, and I wasn't allowed to sleep), History (kill me NOW) and Gym (at least we're doing pyramids, and not something that requires real work). And then there was a bunch of minor things, which I won't bother putting down here. I have a slightly bigger issue on my mind.
What has been bugging me a lot, a LOT lately is that my parents pressure me. A lot. It would be funny, but... it's NOT. There was the going to school thing. They know and I know that I have never had good stamina and a fairly weak immune system. The fact that I�got mono two�years ago and relapsed a few months later due to stress should say something. I acknowledge the fact that I have missed about... 7, 8 days due to illness this year. But I am having a HELL of a time going in to school sick. Ok, ok. I am complaining now and I know it. I will stop complaining-about being sick.
My parents. When I was little, I would be able to say without lying, sucking up, or hesitation that I loved them and that I would do practically anything they asked me to. Now it is nearly the complete opposite. The pressure is on, girl, and if you land a job anything short of a doctorate in SOMETHING, then you�will become nothing short of a pariah. I will be the one that people shake their heads over at family reunions (*cough cough GOSSIPFEST! cough cough*. Jeez, this cold just won't shake.). They will mourn in quiet voices the loss of my fine potential. AND I HATE IT. I don't want a doctorate in anything. Well, I wouldn't MIND being a pediatrician. But that is not by far my first choice. My first choice is a writer. Reading and writing are my life. Here's the catch: never, ever ever ever in a hundred thousand aeons would my parents even consider PRETENDING to let me be one. Why, they figure, would they pay much, MUCH money a year for private school if their shining star�wouldn't even get paid more than the average person with welfare?
I understand that, but only to a point. It is MY freaking life and I refuse to be chained to a profession that does not interest me. I already have their opinions of people who go into some form of writing as their major at university or otherwise. Once my brother Samuel told them of a friend of his who was going into that, and they looked at each other and said, "That is such a shame. He's such a smart boy." Another time, we were discussing what my brothers and I wanted to be when we grew up. Samuel said an engineer. My little brother David said something to do with computers. I said (foolishly) an authour. Oh, Meu Deus. Of all the things I could have said that would have been "safe," I chose the one that would win me the LOOKS. All of them looked at me as though I had said that my fiercest desire was to move to Antarctica with a seventy-year-old hermit to study penguin mating rituals. My mother said, "You're joking, right?" and in order to avoid serious trouble, I said "Of course!" and everyone had a good laugh at my expense. At least I'm good for something. But my mom turned to me and said something along the lines of "You're too smart to be an authour. You have so much potential. Only strange people become authours." Little does she know how strange I am. Those have ot been the first disparaging comments made about authours from my parents' mouths. I will not repeat more of them here. Just let it be known that right now, I am writing a book and screw them if they don't want me to.
And what's worse, as I have mentioned before, I am my parent's star performer. It's horrible. I have two brothers, both of whom are perfectly capable of doing�perfectly well in school. Due to the fact that they don't try at ALL, their marks are lower than mine. It is not that my parents have given up on them. It is just that they expect me to be the "successful" one of the children. Once, my older brother's average went from a 70 to a 75, I believe. They practically held a party. Good show, Sam! Keep up the good work! I, on the other hand, returned from school with a report card that stated that my overall average had dropped a half of a percent. I was actually SAT DOWN with my parents, and I got a LECTURE about how I have to get better and try harder and not get the few TV shows I do watch get in the way with my school work. All in all, they were very disappointed with my work, young lady.
I MEAN, WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!
Sigh. I will stop now. Meu Deus, this is longer than I intended. I will stop the complaining session with a song recommendation. Umm.... what's one I want to recommend? Hmmm...... how about:
Goo Goo Dolls: Better Days. INCREDIBLE! Also by GGD: Iris, Let Love In, and I think the other one is Stay With You.
I'll go now. Enjoy the music!
~Annabel
Subject: My Feelings (Part 1): Current Mood: � Disappointed������ Category: Life Time: 12:20 pm
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I really did jinx it, didn't I?
Today was HORRIBLE. I woke up at�2 am because I actually couldn't breathe. Really, my throat was completely and utterly blocked by some form of gooeyness, but I won't go into detail. I nearly suffocated and I was up until 5:30. Then my lovely parents came to wake me up at 6:30. And wouldn't let me stay home. Because God above knows that Annabel's greatest pleasure is skipping school unnecessarily. Ha! They gave me a choice (The quotation marks will be what is said, and the italic will be what is implied.). "You can stay home if you WANT, Annabel, but we will block the internet connection." You will forever be known as a shameful sloth whose greatest pleasure is feigning illness to play truant. Forget having us ever buy food for you again. "Or, you can go to school." And thus fulfill our fondest dreams and not force us to�send you to Guatemala so you can TRULY appreciate how lucky you are to have the pythagorean theorem shoved down your throat. Go, Anna, go! *chants* neu-ro-sur-geon, neu-ro-sur-geon.... Not to make light of a serious situation in third world countries. But honestly.
Oh, wait. It's supper time. I will continue my angstyness later. (I did warn you. Some days will be moody.)
it is raining wet damp,and this weekend cold 35 degrees,bummer no camping and fishing this weekend it means i have to stay home and clean up my mess.the good thing is the mushrooms will soon be out to hunt and the wildflowers are out and they are so pretty to look at,so im still gonna try to make it as good a weekend as possible,rent a movie,clean,maybe check out some cool websites and turn in those long overdue libiary books, i hope that your weekend plans go good as well,i havnt heard from family in s.c. for months,have heard from my girl in college, and my online buddies from around the world the cat is almost healed comepletly and is getting fat,if anyone comes up with any segestions for how to have fun for the weekend pleas let me knwo thanks
发烧的孩子
� 但凡做母亲的都经历过孩子发高烧, 再老练的妈面对高烧的孩子都会六神无主. 孩子发烧的温度与妈妈心焦的程度是成正比的. 一般孩子高烧过后, 几夜不睡的母亲都会变得憔悴不堪.
� 敦敦发烧的时候, 除了退烧药, 我还会用心理退烧疗法, 轻轻地抚摸孩子的前额告诉他: “不要怕, 妈妈在你身边, 病会过去的.”
��记得去柬埔寨时, 听一位来自瑞士的 “当代白求恩” 作慈善演讲时特别提到, 多年来, 他观察研究了许多与脑结核搏斗的幼儿, 母亲的贴身照顾是决定孩子生存与否的重要条件. 母爱对孩子来说实际上是无副作用的一剂良药. �
� 发烧也并不不是没一点好处, 老人常说孩子病一次就长大一些, 不知是否是因为高热过后大脑细胞更活跃了, 还有一些原本不活跃的细胞的功能被激活或者强化了. 敦敦小时候, 每次发烧过后都会变得聪明一些, 突然会做一些原来不会做的事情, 比如说突然会读英文或突然会写字.��
�� 孩子长大以后就不会经常发烧了, 但孩子会永远记得自己儿时发烧时母亲疼惜的神情. 母亲也会永远记得孩子烧得通红的小脸. 对于父母，孩子成才与否并不是最重要的, 最重要的是孩子成长的过程, 这过程就包括孩子长大之前的N次发烧.
Have a good day Today was a fair day for.
Hi!
Woot! I got a comment. It was only one, but I am proud. Thank you, whoever you are, but since I seem to be technologically retarded I can't see who sent it. Ah well. Thank you anyways.
Ouache. Today wasn't so hot. Not only do I feel like I've been run over by a truck (God smite whoever it was that made the common cold. If it was actually God, then nevermind, as that would be slighty counterproductive.), but I have approximately...�5 (no joke) projects due next week. None of them even started. Whoops-a-daisy. As someone very wise once said: "What do we want? Procrastination! When do we want it? Later!" Ahahaha. That one always makes me laugh. Besides the cold and/or the projects, though, life is normal. Field trip today. Nothing too extreme (woot woot for museums... I love them :D ) but still, I would KILL to try on one of those dresses ; ). Don't even ask.
I heard that one of my favourite books MIGHT be made into a movie, and that there MIGHT, MIGHT be open casting. I would die of joy. Which would, of course, completely destroy any chances of me actually getting into the movie, but.... :P. Ahaha.
SSSIPSNWNJIV (a shortened version of a nickname for one of my best friends) and I had another pointless conversation today. Pfft. What's new about that? Nothing. Sometimes we get along fine... Other times.... Not so fine. She's an over-the-top, let-me-beat-some-biblical-sense-into-you,-unbeliever kind of person. That is, when she's in that particular mood. God forbid I say something like God forbid in her presence. Out comes the Bible. "In John 23:3, he says..." No. She's not as extreme to carry a Bible on her person at all times, much less quote it off the top of her head. As SHE says, "Why, I've only just got past Genesis!" Which means absolutely nothing to me (it's at the beginning of the Bible, I think...). Nonetheless, she has a tendency to punch me rather hard in the arm if I mention anything like her joining a street gang whose idol is Jesus. THEN I get it. Or even say, Oh God, or Oh My God. She glares. It is exasperating, I must say. Why should she control what I say? Doesn't she understand that I will say what I want to?? Even if it drives her to distraction? SSSIPSNWNJIV--fouiche, that is LONG. Let's call her Charlotte, shall we?-- Well, Char doesn't seem to care. She wants her way. We're really too headstrong for each other.
Good book recommendation of the day: A Great and Terrible Beauty, by Libba Bray. It is a Victorian age Gothic with a bit�of fantasy (woot for fantasy!). I think the people who like it most would be young adults... but you can try it anyways!
I will go now. Foooooood time.
Good Morning,
Life lately has been a bit difficult.
Chase (ex) broke up with me a little over 2 weeks ago and I seem to be taking it badly. I though that we had a future together and we had all these plans and then poof! he was done. He can be a good person, but he has not been that great to me. You would think that I would move on already from a guy who treated me badly. Im getting there.
My mom died almost 5 months ago and it didnt truely didnt hit me until recently.� Now that I need her to talk to her about everything that is going on......I cant! I miss her so much and wish that the last few years could have been different. I usually dont regret anything, but when it comes to my mom I do.
I wish I was around more before she died.
I wish that I didnt fight with her about stupid stuff.
I wish that I could have gotten married and had a child before she died.
Getting married will never be the same anymore. I wont have my mom to give me advise. Be there to cry with me as I walk down the isle.�Or tell me how beautiful I look.
Having children used to be something that I looked forward to. Now I dont know if I could have any. Knowing that my mom wont be in the delivery room or be there for their first time they talk, walk, or school events. I need a mom!
Time to vent is over. Time to carry on the day. Time to be positive.
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