Something Lost....

*sigh*

I'm never going to catch up on my posts, am I?

Anyways....this happened...a few weeks before the Christmas break...which should be about a week before Christmas!

So...a few weeks before the Christmas break, we had our dance shows!  I was in so many dances...once I got off stage, I had to rush the wings where I'd rip off my clothes and all other accessories (hairbands/clips/ribbons, shoes, necklaces, bracelets, etc....) so that I could make it in time to perform in the next dance I was in.  It was all terribly rushed.

That was all fun, of course.  Even though I was always afraid I'd mess/mix up my choreographies or costumes...or not get on stage on time, or you know....STEP ON A FALLEN LIGHT BULB LIKE I DID LAST YEAR.

ANYWAYS!

What on to what this post is SUPPOSED to be about.

I lost something.

...Valentine's Day!

....hey guys!

And girls!

*hey Gilf, hope you don't mind that I'm writing about this....

Valentine's Day!

Um.

Stuff!

And....

Um.

Yeah.

So.

Uh.

Valentine's Day.

Let's get started.

I'm At The Top Now! Oh....nevermind...

Hey peoples.......

I'm sad....

And angry....

And frustrated....

And disappointed....

And upset....

And I WANT TO BURN EVERYTHING DOWN!

...kidding, mostly.

Side note:  This doesn't have much to do with the actual post, but...status update from yours truly.  I feel like this right now:

Here's my tragic story....

My Actual Immortal Fish

Hi peoples!

If you're on your laptop or computer...scroll all the way down to the very bottom of this blog...

If you're on your phone, tablet...or anything that isn't a laptop or...oh! What are those things called again.....?! Nevermind....you probably won't see it....

ANYWAYS.

MACBETH

HI.

PEOPLES.

I.

AM.

UPSET.

...but at the same time...also, somewhat happy.

So, the other day...in my English class, the teacher was handing out Macbeth books...because we were starting Macbeth.

Now, you see how I've stated the obvious?  Let me do it some more.  I have a point to this, okay?  Be patient...

• I like reading
• I like books
• I like new books
• I like smelling books
• I am shy
• I am super shy 

Now that I've pointed out more obvious stuff...let's begin.
Or...continue.

Dear Dad

April 13, 1969.

The day my dad was born.

For those who have known me long enough, or for those whom I've trusted, you know about my parent issues...the rest of you, try your best to follow along.  Please and thank you.

So, my parents haven't been having the best relationship as of late, but, they always got back together...this time, however...I sense something is different.  And I think I'm worried.

Anyways...my dad's birthday...and I was forbidden to wish him a happy birthday.  Do you know how devastated I am?!  Do you?!

Since neither of my parents have the link to this blog, I'll write my heart out here.
*little sis: don't tell...please?

Stories Told In French Class

Hello peoples!  

Remember a long, long time ago when I wrote the post about my french teacher?  It was titled, Once Upon a Time in French Class..., and because I am the kind person I am, I have thoughtfully provided a link here.  To sum up that entire post, my grade 10 French teacher told the class why he wasn't here last day.  He told us about how much he loved his daughter...all the things he would do for her...and because my relationship with my dad had been...questionable...I teared up and wrote a post on it.  

Aaaanyways...the last day of school before spring break, I had french class.  Except I have a different teacher this year...aaand I'm straying from the point.

For the First Time in Foreveeeeeeeeer, I Visisted the Orpheum Theatre...

Hey peoples!  Guess what I recently did on October 18th, 2015?!  I went to the Orpheum Theatre!  That is, I went to see my very first live performance of a...okay, wait, let me see if I get this right...symphony performed by an orchestra? 

Argh, I've always gotten the words symphony and orchestra mixed up...but if my googling skills have done their magic...a symphony is a musical composition played by an orchestra...I think I got that right, right?  Somebody correct me if I'm wrong...

EEK, I've really got to stop procrastinating, but in my defence, I was trying to think up the right words to properly and accurately describe the marvelous experience I had.  Yep, really.  I needed a whole week and a day to translate all my thoughts to words.  Pfft...psh...*other ridiculous sounds* yeah...as if anyone believes that...  

OKAY.  MOVING ON.

Goodbye Piano... *cries*

(sigh, I really need to catch up on my posts, anyways, here's one from a month ago...)

*read the following four sentences in a dramatic voice*

Guys! Something tragic happened! A few weeks ago, I made the huge decision to stop taking piano lessons...yes. You read it correctly...!

 

I've been playing piano since I was six or seven. I'm sixteen now. If you know anything about your Asian stereotypes, you'd now think that I have dishonoured my family, and I am a failure...

 

My Ex-Neighbours

Hello people!  Today is one of those days where I found some time on my hands, and have decided to catch up on some posts, I've left in drafts since June 17...so.  Without further ado...The Actual Post

Today, while I was bored in French, I thought I would do some writing.  So...what should I write about?  Life?  School?  Life in general?  Books?  Hmm...how about...neighbours.  My neighbours, specifically?  Yesss... 

Once Upon A Time In French Class...

Here's something I wrote way back on June 5th, but I decided that I had better things to do like reading, and eating, and did I mention reading? was busy with exams and later summer school.  I was bored out of my mind today and was sitting on the floor, staring at the wall and waiting for something interesting to happen found some time on my hands today, and decided to catch up on some posts so...

Today in French, the day was starting out as expected.  Until my French teacher mentioned something that really made me snap.  Although not in an angry way.  The way where it pulls at your heartstrings and makes you cry. 

What he said, reached deep into my heart and struck a sensitive chord.  I felt the unexpected tears forming in my eyes a moment later.  I quickly blinked to rid myself of my humiliating tears.  Who wants to see an unstable girl, crying? 

No one. 

People already think girls are too sensitive as it is.  No need adding more fuel to the fire.  Ready to know what it is that he said?  Well, let me tell you...

*Gasp*

Hello everyone.  I felt the need to share this with you for some reason.  This video is very...wrong.
I don't even know what to say.  The people...the cats...they just...
*sounds of frustration*
Just watch the video, but be warned, it's not pleasant.

Something sad...

This morning, while we were driving to school, I noticed something very sad.   Allow me to elaborate.

This morning while I sat in the front seat with my dad sitting on the driver's side I noticed something that (metaphorically speaking of course) punched me in the gut, and pulled the air out of my lungs.  Let me explain why.