Nov 29, 2009

Darren the Fahtty


Aneeways, I'm so tired today. I didn't get my daily dose of Phoenix Wright and i did absolutely nothing today. It was so horrible. :P Owell, anyways, remember we have to give thanks. :) Okay anyways, I realized that being thankful is just more than just saying the simple words of thank you :O its like expressing gratitude that you are really thankful for being on the earth. Hmmmm it takes some pondering to think. :)
I knows that i dids not writes on my blogs on :)
Oh anyways, I am at Darren's house and I just saw him loose a bid on ebay. I roflmaoed. Okay anyways, after i roflmaoed i looked at the final bid. 180.00 for dented cymbal and he wanted to bid 127.99. It was a fat n ugly ppiece of trash, but he still wanted it. how revolutionary. i knows rite? Darren's being a fatty and he's doing stuff. I'm falling asleep soon.
its been awhile :D expect great things from a awkward boi

Nov 27, 2009

thanksgiving briefing.

yay for thanksgiving
it was an awesome day
dawning, jimmy, micahel c, chirs, michael s, johana and others were there
yAY 4 excITEMEnts
how was your tahnksgiving?
what r u thankful for?
i'm thankful for my computer and my dsi and my parents :3
leave a comment down below yay

Nov 22, 2009

Perhaps the preconcieved misconception of all philosiphies combined to form a fragrant fledling which flails under famine

"Perhaps the preconcieved misconception of all philosiphies combined to form a fragrant fledling which flails under famine includes the idea that frisky funhouses flamed the fruity flounders out of there fishbowl and then, leaving flakes, the floppy platapii ate the platonic plates of north east asia. Once again, I must say of the importance of juice."

try saying that 10 times fast

i haven't been posting as of late, and its because of my private server development. its going pretty badly rite now :[

Nov 15, 2009

And the sad part is...

Sigh. its so late already. i'm not gonna use proper punct. on this post. its a quickie and i just feel kind of depressed about smth. have u ever had a friend that is way out of whack and you can't stop him? :/
hmmm how do you help a person like that :O
maybe praying will work
please leave suggestions
he is a christian, or so to "say"

Nov 13, 2009

Astral Projection

I have astral projection! Would you believe me? Why not. But seriously, would you?
If you told me the future or make a prediction.
LYING is always the easy path out of things, yet, there is another thing called guilt. Kill it an your away scott-free. So anyways, I was hanging with one of my mates the other day and I told him [this story is just and example] I have seen someone die before. Shocked, he stood up and asked me how he died. I said somebody drilled open his head and poured his brains out. ew i know. As disgusted as he was he asked more questions and more lies spewed from my mouth. By the end of the day, my little lie turned into: (REMEMBER THIS IS JUST A FAKE STORY :P) Leon killed his cousin and sliced his head open and ate his brains. These are how snowball lies are made. A simple lie starts out with a whole festering crowd of people building on your lie. Now there are OBVIOUS ways to stop it. [THIS WAS REQUESTED BY A FRIEND)
Now choose what level you are in:
| [BRAVE] | [SHY] |
|                 |             |
|                 |             |
|                 |             |

If you are brave:
SIMPLE SOLUTION. COME OUT CLEAN. Just tell them, "Oh I was lying about that whole thing by the way." Joke, kid around, make fun of yourself do whatever to cover it up. If it is in a more serious condition though, just say you were lying. Admit! :P

NOT SIMPLE SOLUTION. Spread too far? Just keep denying it :[, or tell everyone your joking. You are GOING to have a bad reputation for lying the longer you wait.

WORSE SOLUTION. Muffle your heart. Keep it all inside. Be shameful, and feel guilty. If you get asked about it, and you want a change of heart, look at the NOT SIMPLE SOLUTION.

If you are shy:
SIMPLE SOLUTION: Do not fret if its the first person. Just make sure it doesn't spread. Say something like just kidding and joke about it. Try not to think about it, but if you feel guilt, say it. Don't wait.

NOT SIMPLE SOLUTION. Gone out of hand among your friends? The only way is to correct/ or admit. I know its hard when your shy, but you need to understand that a bigg burden can be placed upon you. Psychologically, here's my flow chart of the mind of a really timid person.

[I'm telling a lie]>>[I feel guilty] >> [I'm too shy]
           V                           V                                V (Come Clean)
[Who cares, I mean]   [I must confess] > [I can tell a close friend]
[am I hurting any1?]                                             V
          V                                                              [Problem solved!]
[Trouble arises]

Ask your best friend, or ask someone for more help.

Heard of White lies before?
Aren't they HELPING people, aren't they GOOD? Can we erase this little bit from the commandment?
In short, that's saying DO WE HAVE TO FOLLOW ALL THE RULES?
It may benefit ppl, but here's my arguement.

Time for the up to front text:

Deut. 5:20 - You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.

Yep, that's true. Okay, now what else does scripture say?

Prov. 6:16-19 - These six things the Lord hates, yes, seven are an abomination to Him: a proud look, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that are swift in running to evil, a false witness who speaks lies, and one who sows discord among brethren.

Notice how he mentions "lying" twice. God dislikes lying much? No, God hates lying. We are not perfect, it is in our nature to lie. I'm not saying we must lie, but it is defininetly in our nature, and if your not the one to break it who is? Our society has taken lying and broken it down to white lies to help other people. GOD NEVER LIES "eternal life which God, who cannot lie, promised before time began" (Titus 1:2) And we should DEFINETLY try to do the same. I'm sorry i'm spelling definetly wrong somany times. :P

People who lie will not have a fun time lying because "false witnesses will perish" (Proverbs 23:28.... i think) and we should try our best not to be false witnesses.
Remember now, when your lying, your hurting, and when your hurting one of God's child, God will be sad. Sadface is bad Un-sadface is good. Give good a happyface :)

P.S. I don't have Astral Projection ;S

Nov 12, 2009

sticknotes on my laptop: quick post

:[ gahhhhhh i forgot to email mac that i couldn't do a/v
:[ gahhhhhh >.< ohwell
I HAVE A FRENCH TEST TOMMORW and I didn't study. I'm so dead. My grade is dead already. :/
Yah for failing french students.

Nov 11, 2009


********!! BEFORE YOU SKIP THIS POST PLZZ READ IT!!!!!*********
Thank you. TWLOHA is a campaign to basically make life more peaceful.
Hear the sad story of a girl named Renee. I'll post it here:
Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."
I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.
Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.
She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.
The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.
She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.
I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes
Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.

She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.

On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.

Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired.

After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff.

She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life.

As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."

I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.

We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.

I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember. 

....we were never meant to do life alone. 
                              The vision is that community and hope and help would replace secrets and silence.  
The vision is people putting down guns and blades and bottles. 
                 The vision is that we can reduce the suicide rate in America and around the world.
                                 The vision is that we would learn what it means to love our friends, and that we would love ourselves enough to get the help we need.

You need to know that rescue is possible, that freedom is possible, that God is still in the business of redemption.  

Directly cited from TWLOHA. Please participate. Show people that you love and care for them. Show people that there is a way out, even though it may not be the easiest way out. 

To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

*****To Write Love On Her Arms Day is a day where anyone can write the words love on their arms, to support those who are fighting against depression and those who are trying to recovering. On this day, just write love on your arms, and show it off, other people will ask why you have love written on your arms, and you tell them you are supporting to write love on her arms day, and how its benefiting a non profit organization helping stop depression, and make love the movement ♥

The vision is that we actually believe these things…

You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters.
Write <3 of someone's arms. Show that you care. Show that they are loved.  



Who knew you could've been a hero?
Who's your childhood superhero?
Was it Batman, Spiderman, or [for the aznkids] Goku?
Did you imagine YOURSELF as a superhero?
I bet not.

But luckily I don't bet, so I'm going to tell you about heroes
What is a hero?
–noun, plural -roes; for 5 also -ros.
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal: He was a local hero when he saved the drowning child.

Now ponder on this:
->> stop influencing your younger siblings
though it may seem fun to swear, cuss, smoke, yell at your parents, and other stuff that you may normally do to confront your parents, don't do it! your little siblings may see/hear you do what you do.
Okay, its really common and hard to see, but try not to be really rash, be more peaceful .

Hero by Superchic[k]

No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his
Doesn't know he's the leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices he's made
He lives on the edge, he's old enough to decide
His brother who wants to be him is just nine
He can do what he wants because it's his right
The choices he makes change a nine-year-old's life

->> end bullying now!
make sure your not part of the problem. there is no borderline. there is people of the problem and people of the solution. if you do not intervene, then you are part of the problem. gets it? :] hope you will make the right choice guys!

No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Cause you want to belong, do you go along?
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
It's not like you hate him or want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
And a kindness from you might have saved his life

its the easiest thing to do :)

->> spread God's love
It's the warmest most fussiest thing. not even apple cider could hit it. :O

So basically, pray to God to be a hero, because you can't be all hero alone. To be fair, your more like an accompalice NOT IN CRIMe. but like a accompaniment to God. :O
So yeah
go do your hmwk

when i write:


x means love
and lahyon is the english way of saying Leon
My L.A. teacher made it up, she's cool :O

Nov 9, 2009


"I'd like it served with a platter of salad as a sidedish."

Today was so horrible. I felt like total poo but I guess that what happens when you can't sleep that well. I've been feeling pretty bad and my throat hurts alot. I went to the rheumatologist and I'm still feeling under the weather. Hm.... 130 cups of hot water with honey still doesn't soothe your throat does it. :p

Yay stalk me yay!

I AM SO ANGRY AT MYSELF. My immune system should just be normal like everyone else's. Owell, complaining gets no-one nowhere. :P
i missed
-> revolutionary war test
-> week 5 vocab test
-> A FRENCH QUIZ. noooooo
-> and a whole bunch of physical excercise stuff :P

I'm pretty sad that I got another D on a test. Its probably [again] because i didn't explain THOROUGHLY. gah....
KAREN FENG SAYS 95 IS LOW!!!!! Karen if your reading this: you got my hopes up that you failed with me :/
veterans day on wednesday. I'm looking forward to that xD
Wait, I gotta study for the tests XD
ITS REALLYHARD TO CONCENTRATE when your coughing so blargh. xD
Owell... i guess i can make a all-nighter. And when I say all-nighter, I mean 45 minutes of studying xD
YAY! I got that all out of my system. I HATE BEING SICK :[

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I feel so tired of my chronic sickness causing like little colds throughout the year. gah. I wonder why I'm ranting on this.


Sorry for the big time gap between posts. During that epoch I have been coughing. :)
My novel coming out is

Nov 8, 2009

dear diary today was a sad day

so i tried to begin writing a novel yet i got reader's block on the first 6 paras
so i need your help
vote @ the poll :] thankss
i'm trying to set it to be like a "halloweeen beginning"

sick + more

missed school play
at home sick
sick [got worse :P]
still sick

have fun stalking my life

Nov 1, 2009

weekend update Oct 31 ~ Nov 1 [cheuu lyk tis foo']

DO YOU FEEL LIKE DANCING? Haha. I had an AMAZING WEEKEND. Anyway, this is my weekend update starting with introduction:
I feel obliged to do this. I haven't posted in years. I need to write something I guess, but I also want to keep like a "quiet time journal" on my blog. I can write what I want to read each night for Quiet Times. To start off, let's talk about Saturday.
Harvest Night:
Arriving at church at 4:30 was really exciting. I ran into the church carrying boxes and stuff and started setting up. At around 5:00, Matthew came brining a lotus and some demented kiwis. As we stacked up to start out "Reach inside the box and guess what it is" game, I tried to make everything perfect, though it was hard because we were forced to move quite a few times. There was on specific box that Matthew wanted that had two holes. Its sole purpose? To scare the living daylights out of people from AFC. Oh hilarity in a box. Anyways, after scaring Helen, I felt discomfort, yet Matthew felt a sense of uprising Victory. Throughout the whole night, I felt sick, and I had a head ache. It seemed like it was okay, not to boring, yet not to shabby. Our station was an instant hit, and I was rushed with the children's apathetic care of the damage of our veggies and fruit. Though it was fun, I got tired after like 45 minutes. I got so sleeeeppyy after a while and my friend Kevin took over. I just took pictures, got my face painted, and made sure [almost] everything was in order. That day was also my Dad's b-day, but I just sang Happy Birthday to him like a drone. I don't know why, but I just can't accept that my parents are SUPPOSED TO EMBARASS YOU. However, the big slide was amazing smashing and ever horrible fun. It was so steep and wet I got scared but it was fun. :) I only went down there once though. Psh. Pathetic. I'm tired like usualy after the slide and I wanted to take a picture. [I felt soooo embarassed here] I told one of Timmy Zhang's friends to join us and I called the wrong name. I'm sorry Ryan... or was it.. psh. Continuing on, I MET BRYAN NGUYEN :DDDD he tried to kill me cuz he was being NINJA. also we made up at the end and we huggies. Hmmmm anything else........ Cotton Candy machine was downright gross at the end, Victor, Michael, and Yuqing had cotton floss poo all over their eyes and hair. I don't know why I started laughing. :) FACE PAINTING WAS SO INTENSE. I got a cloud, an angel, and a froggy. The angel was rlly cool cuz its halo was like knife sharp ;D thx ANNE. I had SOOOO Much fun. But I did invite a friend *ALEXSHAN* but he decided not to come. Owell, I'm not the boss of him. Shoutout to Alex: I hope you had an awesome Halloween :) Sigh. I'm tired from that day still.
Strain Your Neck!:
I strained my neck TWICE this week. How? Sigh, during French, we were taking an oral test and I decided to relax before I took it. I bent my neck backwards and when I got up again to answer my freind's question. I couldn't turn to him. My neck hurted soooo mucho. I didn't get to see a rheumotologist, but I did see a pediatrician. :D Yay for pediatricians!!! I had to go home early one day because of my Neck. I couldn't focus. It felt better gradually through the week, until Sunday. I leaned my head back to say HI to Laraine. Worst Idea Ever. It wasn't because it was Laraine, but it was actually because I had to bend my neck backwards. Sigh, I got it strained again. I also feel sick. :[
KAH;LKDHGA;LJKDSHJ;HA;JHJD;KLSAHG;KDSH;KJAHJDSKHFADSASDLFAKLSDHFJKHSKJAHFSJHAJKDSHFJSK i feel sadnessfull overwhelm me. Maybe I should try to comprimise. I need help. Hmmmmmm. Anyone can give me an answer. OHBTW, Oregon is mission trip so yeahh....
Lamppost Note:
Anyways, I started writing a new book, and [I'm sorry this post is so long] I just asked Ruth to read it. She died I think. [metaphorically >:P] haha anyways, Here is goes. I'm only giving you a sneak peak of the characters. HIGHLIGHT TO READ OR SKIP.
Grace Ouyang Wang – Weather Control
Amy Wakanashi – Rapid Cell Regeneration
Milo Jackson
Simian L. Jay – Water manipulation
Hagaroki Kim – Super speed
Hideki Nishimoto – Terrakenesis
Cynthia Wang – Butterfly Mimicry
Aries King Nathaniels – Persuasion
Penelope Yang – Dehydration
Macy Grain – Cloning
Helen (The Black Witch) – Resurrection

Okay, anyways, expect debut on Decemberish. :) ITS WAY BETTER THAN PAPER HEARTS :D
11/1/09 Sermon Message:
BE GOD'S BRIDEGROOM. We are so unfaithful, we are like prostitutes. Hmmmmmmmm I went on and pondered this and I really agree. We need to stop wandering from God. I should go take a look at sermon notes. If you want to download the sermon, please refer to this link. Anyways, SERMON NOTES. brb. back. PASSAGES: HOSEA 3 :) its probably the shortest book in the Bible with only 5 verses. Anyways:
1) The Image of a Bridegroom
We are God's Bridegroom. God wants an intimate relationship w/ us like Godhead. Father <3 Son <3 Holy Spirit <3 Father. Kindagetit???
2) The Reality Sin
Make Commitments for the Lord AHEAD OF TIME :)
Read 2 King 14:23~29 as a note for smth.
3) The Prince of Love
-no notes-
HARD WAY OUT: Mature in Christ and find the way and meditate on it. Follow it even with hardships.

<3333 YOU GUYS
TO ALEX: wish you can come to yg