Monday, January 29

I hope they don't see this.

Sometimes I forget that Deca comes with school. I find myself forgetting about school, thinking of it only as an attached obligation.

Sadly, I also forget that one of my best friends goes to that school. I miss her terribly. When we graduate, I promise to make it up to her. In Europe.

Sunday, January 28

The Morning After

Play That Funky Music White Boy

Staying Alive

Long live the '70s.

Regionals: Part I

Adrenaline's still pumping and the images of high school kids in suits, skirts, and jackets just make me want to kick some ass.

Today was a good day.

Excitement, good food, good memories on a freeway, Disney songs, a night out with some Deca girls, and a fairly out-of-character gesture from our coach.

Today was most definitely a good day.

And by "today" I mean "yesterday which was 17 minutes ago."

Friday, January 19

Hang On Little Tomato

C'mon. You just have to love that song.

You gotta hold on, hold on through the night
Hang on, things will be all right
Even when it's dark
And not a bit of sparkling
Sing-song sunshine from above
Spreading rays of sunny love

Just hang on, hang on to the vine
Stay on, soon you'll be divine
If you start to cry, look up to the sky
Something's coming up ahead
To turn your tears to dew instead

Seriously, how can you not love that? Sure, it's filled with quite a bit of optimism, but for someone as pessimistic as me, it's really refreshing.

That's all I seek for now. That calm moment when everything feels truly right in the world. Okay, that was a major exaggeration, but in my own world, I seek peace. No thinking about school, no worrying about others, no wishing for something extremely horrible (or extremely pleasant) to happen; there's only tranquility.

So for now, school tires me, people (and again, not all) irk me, and I seek that precious, golden moment of harmony.

Oh, and "Hang On Little Tomato" is by Pink Martini. Enjoy.

Edit: The iPhone

I have a confession about this little gadget.
I find it extremely sexy and am in some want of it. I know, I know. I already have a computer, an iPod, and a cell phone so why would I need this?

The answer is simple and, honestly, very stupid: it's a very good-looking phone. Not only that, it combines all three into something extremely convenient.
Now why, you ask, do people need more convenience than the amount we already have? I really do not know nor do I understand. Yes, it would make life easier, I guess. But as we continue to seek that comfort in technology, our dependence (or should I say "obsession") with it becomes rather... sickening.

Oh, I don't know. All I've to say right now is, "Damn, that is one nice phone."

Wednesday, January 17

Rebellion: Pt 2

I do believe that it's time for another rebellion against... hm. Against...

Okay, how about a typical, teen-aged rebellion without a cause? A rebellion so pointless that you just can't help but feel irked every time you come across such things?

Oh! I think I found my rant topic: teenagers. Yes, I know that I am, in a sense, one considering the fact that I am sevenTEEN years old. Sickening as it may seem, I cannot deny that. But that does not keep my digestive juices settled. Every time I look at those around me (excluding my friends), I cannot help but question their behavior. Arrogant, narcissistic, mean, indifferent (and not in the mature sense), and mainstream, there seems to be nothing special about them. They all dress alike and they don't seem to be questioning anything at all. Isn't it part of the growth process to actually question society as well as ourselves? Of course, the feeling of uncertainty is horrible and questioning oneself is sometimes unsettling. But to some extent, it cannot be as bad as many presume it to be. It does allow for some individuality to shine through.

I know many of you believe that at this age, teenagers do nothing but question. Yet, being one of them, I believe that we do not do this enough. By actually doing so, we may just be able to, as horrible as it may sound, grow up. Now, growing up doesn't necessarily mean to take up some serious manner and act as if something has been placed up where it really does not belong. We can still retain that sense of youth, that sense of child-like "innocence" that allows us the pursuit of simple happiness. By allowing that, while still maintaining our individuality, and sense of "maturity," perhaps I, and many like me, would not hate our generation so much.

Pah. Where's the candy? Never before have I craved a Toblerone bar this much.

Sunday, January 14


Well, well, well.

School shall end in about 4 months. I can't say that I'm sad about it, but here's a confession: I will miss some aspects of my high school life. Though it would be extremely great if I never see about half the people from school again, it would be very nice to try and keep in touch with some of my close friends.

Gasp. Believe it or not, I do have friends. Frightening, isn't it? Yes, yes.

In a nut shell, I can barely see the majority of my friends anymore because, basically, I see the Deca-kids the most. It's a three-day-weekend and what I have to look forward to tomorrow is practice. It's not bad, for the time is greatly needed (and appreciated). But in a way, it's hard not to feel distanced from the people who grew up with me over the past 3 years. Sure, I've known of the other kids in Deca but I didn't exactly know them. But while I've spent years getting to know my friends outside of Deca, I was forced-- though it's not a bad thing-- to get to know the Decathletes in a shorter amount of time. That amount of time would be one summer.

Eh, whatever. I know who I know, and I don't who I don't. No complaints, just a little longing for others.

Time cannot be helped, yet now I wish it can.

On a lighter note: I'm happy.

So I like the man. Big whoop.

Friday, January 5

Rebellion: Pt 1

Quite aware that I shouldn't be on the laptop right now... but will save this as a draft before I post it up publicly.

Am very exhausted. Despite that, I do plan on pulling and all-nighter. I had to leave early today, and... missed a lot of history. Shame, I know.


Monday, January 1


Eric in for Leslie.

Hi there everyone. Apparently Leslie cannot make it in for the next couple of weeks (haha, you loser) so here I am to post one thing:

"New Year's resolutions are for weak people." --Leslie
This was in response to... something that will not be revealed on the Internet.

Ok. Bye?