Christmas break

I believe the Christmas Performance for PAS just got better and better! Instead of the total boredom of a blur of singing and uncoordinated dancing, I witnessed today pure entertainment in the the sense of the true christmas spirit! Although spending four hours in a performance seemed totally unworthy it and left me weary with fatigue, I still thought it was pretty worth it. I'm pretty sure anyone else who has attended would have agreed with me. Wouldn't you guys? Although I had some pleasant hours, I am not in the mood of writing a journal at this moment. Perhaps this is the reason I could never manege a journal on my own, I find all kinds of excuses for myself to just not write the journal for one day.

Truthful

To be perfectly truthful, I really had no desire to write my journal entry today. Yet since this assignment is mandatory, I suppose I will still do so. My day today was filled with the sound of pounding feet. After we had our morning classes, we had a nice burger lunch and was sent to Science Park auditorium to rehearse for our Christmas performances tomorrow. As excited as I was for the break, the christmas performance itself wasn't high on my agenda. Either way, that doesn't matter. What really matters is what the school wants. After coming back from our rehearsal, me and my friends immediately boarded another bus and played a match against a school. It was the highlight of the day since it was really fun and intense. Every move we made was with joyful vigor, and that was certainly a remarkable experience.

Christmas break COUNTDOWN 3 days to go!!!!

Here is a Christmas I have written to all. 

Dear all: 

Merry Christmas! I hoped this year has been going well for you so far. Christmas break is to the final countdown! Just think, in 3 days PAS will be merely a distant memory faded into the background( for two weeks anyway). How merciful will that be? Right now, the music I was listening to on radio was kind of distracting. For those who were curious, the song name is called " Run Joey Run" and it sounded like a musical number to me. Interesting huh? To be perfectly honest, I hope this song can be over soon. Now this blog post is totally random all over again and I do apologize for that. It's 12: 17 at night, although I'm not tired, my brain has been going a little fuzzy( I know this sentence along doesn't make much sense). Finally, merry christmas y'all! Have a great one! 

Sincerely,

Alyssa

Clam up

To " Clam up" means to be quiet or stopped talking. The idea is the clam often shuts itself whenever encountered danger of any form, therefore, it has some connotation to brevity itself. This idiom was often used to describe a person who was silent and was more of a fun metaphor than a rude commentary( Such as shut up). From what I was told, this idiom was common among many english-speaking societies and I personally find this idiom interesting. Just though it would be worthy to share. Right now I have more outbreaking news. WHat I hold in my hands is precious gold, something irreplaceable and just happened to fall out of the blue sky (not literally).  I can bet that you are dying of curiosity, and I will not keep you waiting for long. What I have is " The Diary of a Wimpy Kid"'s newest book called " Cabin Fever". I cannot wait to start flipping the pages. Thank you, Vivian :)

Enough of History

I've decided that I've had enough history over the past weekend to really resent it. Studying for history was a tedious process, and I had learned to dislike it. Right now at this moment I am stuck with the american revolution...No taxation no representation said the people at that time, " give me freedom or give me death" said Patrick Henry...I know this question may have sounded silly, but at this point, I really see no point of studying for history in the first place. I don't get what's the use of stuffing all of these facts into our already exploding heads. History has always been interesting to me, but tonight, seemed like my intensive history course is going to prove me wrong.

My " dear" friend

My good friend Angela exploded of laughter. " Did you become an angel?" she asked. " Perhaps I have." my reply was just as witty. " What happened to you Alyssa?" she asked again. " Are you Alyssa?" " Indeed I am. I was walking down the sidewalk today when God whispered into my ears with his kind words and I was gratified." I could tell that Angela probably laughed a bit more heartily, which will be good for her since she won't have too much to laugh about for the rest of the night. She has the busiest Friday schedule out of me and my two friends and will probably have to stay up considerably late. Here's a shootout to Angela who may have stopped by tonight, " Good luck with whatever you have that is going on! You'll need it!". Ok, that was quite cruel of me and I admit that.

Struggle

Hantine today in class reminded that the great TV show glee featured many struggles. Almost in every single episode, at least one of the characters have to fight a battle whom he or she could not win. Some were fighting against society because of who they are( Kurt and Santana), some were fighting against their past( Quinn), some were fighting against their passions and acceptance of their parents and family( Mike). Some were used to fighting against the world and took no real notice for how dramatically things have changed( Rachel) and some, were upset because they were not fighting anything; they have no passion for one thing or whatsoever, and had no idea about what to do for the rest of their life( Finn). I like to discuss Glee in my blog posts because doing so was so entertaining. I enjoy going in depth into each character and discuss their pros and cons and perhaps, relate to that. Now back to my topic. There are some other character who were at peace with struggling. Tina Chen has accepted who she was and was happy with what she has. Artie accepted the fact that he will forever be in a wheel chair and can never become a dancer, he later found his passion of being the director. Brittany was pretty much an exception, though she was a joy to watch. SHe doesn't understand much, and is probably one of the characters who has gone through the least sorrow.

Happy 40th Post!!

Before y'all shoot me down with sharp-whipping comments  pinpointing my title's every flaw, perhaps it will be a good idea to allow the writer( me) to explain. I comprehend that the number 40 has no symbolic meaning or whatsoever( But if you happen to know any, please comment below). So how did my title came to be? That me tell ya a little story. December 6, 2011 is suppose to be a cold winter and the weather forecast said so, shame on them cause they were dead wrong. The temperature today was nowhere near " cold", in fact, I am starting to doubt if our terminologies were different to begin with. Anyway, that event somehow managed to lead to this. I was looking through all of my blogs when I saw that my personal blog has accomplished 39 posts! Right than, it just seemed like a good idea to celebrate that. I know what you folks think. It's not an anniversary of any sort. Y'all can make it a...synchronical celebration for more blog posts to come! Anyway, now how my day went. Things went ok in school today. I got accepted press for the next MUN conference so I'm pretty happy about that, and...uh....I should probably try to sleep early today. Our christmas performance is next week, but I didn't feel prepared. What I can do is practice violin for orchestra and review the dance steps for our class show which I still happen to have no clue of the theme. Yeah me! Gotta run now! Happy 40th Post y'all! ( I know this is a terrible imitation of a southern accent. Please do not take this seriously)

Anxiety

I just found out through Facebook that our PSAT scores were out and I was really anxious. I knew I didn't do well; I am positive that I bombed the math section and possibly the writing section as well as with the reading...Then why am I so anxious? I suppose there is still hope deep down within me that hoped I will be able to improve my scores. My fortune cookie( again from Facebook) warned me to always have faith. Well, I suppose it applies for today. The quality of this blog post has gone down, I know that. It is as annoying to me as it is to you. We had a tiring basketball practices today, people were worn out after the sports day on Monday. In my opinion, a break should be mandatory. It will help us all.

A lovely Sunday of sports and laughter

The title of the blog post was intended to be a bit ironic, but not wholly. Thinking back, oddly enough, I did manege to enjoy the annual sports day event I had concluded as a " total waste of my precious time" over the past three years. Some events for this sports day are actually fun, and the system over all was better organized. Huge improvement from last year, a round of applause for the PAS teachers and faculties! I'm just kidding, it's not my place to say that. I really was just kidding, whoever PAS teachers and faculties, please don't take this seriously. As I have stated, I was just kidding, having a little fun, and filling up the spaces of this journal entry. Ha! Another joke, Mr. Dahl! Of course I was not trying to do that, get it? Get it? Anyway, today I participated in three sports day event- Soccer( I do not know why I am in this event, but the school organizes these things), the tug of war( and again, I do not know what I am doing there. I am not the strongest girls you can find, in fact, I might just be one of the weakest.) and 100 meter relay( that made a little more sense cause I did to several running events in last year's sports day). It was overall fun though, really, it really was. No kidding. Serious. This is not another joke, I swear. Sports day today was kind of fun, that I can also assure you. Not joking.

Basketball game

I say that we had ourselves a fairly beneficial afternoon filled with ovations, screams, and the sound of running feet. I am sure that none of you had missed our girls's basketball team 's formal skirt parade today; it has caused some turned heads. According to the Pacific American Girl's Basketball team tradition, on the day of the competition, all girls were required to wear formal attires to school since studies have shown that a person generally performs better when they were dressed more formally. I was uncomfortable at first, and I could tell that many other ninth graders felt the same, but than we got over it. We arrived at the basketball court at around 3:30 and the game started at 4:00 sharp. Although our team did not lose, I felt that I knew a little more about basketball than I did just a few hours ago. Sure, we weren't ready. At least, I wasn't. Yet our profound coach Mr. Lee has offered us some valuable insights many pointing towards the direction of trying new things. " You can't always wait until you're ready," he said. " Cause you'll never feel that you are." To me, it was a game well played, but we still lost. I need to work on dribbling, shooting, and overall confidence more. I also find it weird that none of us were using the strategies we spent so many long hours practicing, perhaps things would have been better if we have done so.

A world beyond one's self.

Ever found yourself lost in the sea of people swarming around you? After watching the day and life video of youtube, I have begun to circumspect my surroundings with a renewed vision. It was around 5:30 when I dragged my heavy school bag( nicknamed suitcase) down the hard rubber-like road when I noticed the crowd around me was not a mere background of bright colors and noises; they were real people, real people with stories and separate lives. Two college students wearing black jackets and jeans were heading off to dinner for a power- up after their long day of studying, an old man was standing in front of the 7-11 counter with a baby carriage counting coins for a piece of candy bar, two elementary school kids with blue and grey backpacks and identical light green uniforms and white sneakers were tiptoeing around motorcycles blocking at least half of the side road, and a middle- aged mother was waving her child and her boyfriend into the car. The world is spinning around me, and it seemed as if at that moment, my existence didn't really matter at all. If I were to disappear tomorrow, the world could very much leave me behind and carry on the other people's lives. Which is why I am not determined to do so. I will never allow the world to abandon me. I want my story to be glorifying and worthwhile, at least to me.

Wooh a tiring day

I know I've repeated this blog post many ties but right now, that is my true state. At this moment, I am trying in attempt to type with my eyes closed. Literally, right now at this moment, I have both of my eyes closed. This is an interesting game that tests my typing ability and also help my concentrate better on the task at hand- finish this blog post. Not that I'm saying that this is a burden or anything, cause it's not. It's really rather easy to just type about your dad expo bialy when s much was going on. Ok, I have a feeling that I have typed something wrong. Well, that's too bad. THe game will not be ober until I finishe typing the entire entry, then I will type at the bottom of the page the mistakes I Have made so you guys might be able to read it. Today, or perhaps you should say yesterday, at one o clock in the morning, I was still up working on biology. For those who had been paying close attention to my blog you wouldn't have missed my quotation " a biology's night out"? I hope not. Cause it was a fun entry. For you to read, not for me to type cause it was 2: 14 in the morning when I climbed up the stairs to fifth floor and was doing the blog post. Ok, so today was tiring. I carried the lightheaded fatgiueness with me wherever I go. I managed to concentrate during school but at ten o clock at night, my concentration gave away to just a feeling of emptiness. Not the kind that your sensitive people feel, like real emptiness. My head feels light, and there really literally is nothing in it. It's as if it was merely a shell hanging there so the rest of my body doesn't freak people out. At this point, I had reopened my eyes and are surprised to find few mistakes! A spelling mistake I made was the worked over which I typed falsely as " ober", and finished which I typed falsely as " finished" and fatigues, which I typed falsely as " fatigueness". Actually , the last word isn't literally a mistake. Yet anyway, seemed like I still learned something.

Blog-Folk Songs about Revolution- When Johnny comes marching home

" When Johnny comes marching home" is an infamous Union song during the american revolution. The song carried out a steady militaristic beat that resembled the steady footsteps of the Union solder as their blue and red stripped flag waved victory. The name " Johnny" is a symbol of the solders from the North, while " Billy" is the symbol for the South. The first part of the song stated how when Johnny comes marching home, a symbolic language for when the Union solders gained victory, how the people rejoiced and welcomed him the best that they could. The second part of the song is similar to the first, it stated how the villagers will make wreaths and will throw him a Jubilee( a kind of anniversary) and celebrate with him by giving him 3 cheers( hip hip hooray three times) . The rest of the song than recited the events happening on each year during the civil war. In 1861 was when the war begun and in 1862, both sides were fighting hard and loosing a lot of men. In 1863, Abe( Lincoln) ended slavery. IN 1864, supporters for Abe grew and many came over to fight.  IN 1865, people predicted there to be a rebellion strife or a fundamental disagreement of the rebellion. THere are a couple of old fashioned vocabularies and old sayings such as " We will give the hero three times three". This, to a typical teenager today may be kind of confusing. This sing basically symbolizes the Union's victory during the war, I liked it because I like the chorus and the strong beat at the background.

A " biology" 's night out

Today, I, a fourteen year old teenage girl who was used to seeing people cheating and copying files off line, just understood why the teachers were so strict about plagiarism. I never used to understand any of this concept. Why do we have to add footnotes? Or bibliographies? Why can't we just copy off other people's work? Today, I had a serious brainstorm that nearly wrecked my head in search of a science topic. After that, I had to spend two~ three hours to make a lame little video that I was not happy about. Now it is 2:12 am, and I am very confused of the date between today and " tomorrow". Technically, " today" to me is " tomorrow" when I am actually in " tomorrow" and " tomorrow" is today. If you, Mr. Dahl, has ever stayed up late at night, which I am sure you had, you would understand my feeling at this moment. Good news, I finished my assignment. Wooh! Now I finally learned to respect other people's ideas and creations because they are precious. Sometimes even more precious than an actual physical item you can hold in your hands. An idea is not palpable, which is what made it valuable. It is irreplaceable, once you have it, it's yours forever to keep. It would be so certainly unfair if someone came up to me and stole my experiment( I'm sure no one would want to though). It's as if they stole my idea without having to contribute ate all.

A mathematical weekend

Ever since Friday, I've started to review for the math chapter test next friday. Now before you became to judgmental, I'll tell you that I suck in math. The only way for me to do well in math is the cold hard way, which is exactly what I have done. Surprisingly to me, it wasn't that much of a pain. On Friday, I finished expository writing and MUN homework. Saturday, it's pretty much outside math and geometry. Today, I finished my application letter and further thought about my biology assignment. I'm going to finish spanish later, wooh! A busy day!

Music and homework

Sometimes, listening to music and doing homework at the same time can be such a luxury. It's hard to believe that it( doing homework) ever could, but it is true. Music just has this kind of effect on people. We have a spanish chapter test tomorrow and under normal circumstances, I should be freaking out and perhaps banging my head on the wall. Yet today, with the aid of music, I actually was pretty concentrated. Although some researches show that listening to music while doing homework can actually lower the efficiency and quality of your work, I find this not true at all. Music is a great way to help a tired brain( which includes everybody in PAS) concentrated, you'd just have to know which kind of music to listen to under which kind of circumstance. When I am studying English, Geometry, Biology, History, or Expository Writing, I'll listen to quiet music such as the classical ones. When I am doing spanish, and drawing posters, or creating some powerpoint presentation, I'll be listening to pop or other kinds of music common to kids my age. I found this method effective, and I suggest all of you give it a shot.

Today

Today was a day of great emotional turbulence. I was permitted to go to school today, but when I opened my veracious, I spotted that several of my assignments were late because of my absence. My mood  dropped quick and steady. The rest of the day didn't wasn't anywhere near a blast either. I sat on my chair a long time worrying about my expository writing quiz tomorrow and wondered, " What is seriously wrong with me?" I just hope today and tomorrow can past quickly so I can finally be released from this burning prison of hell( sorry for being kind of cliche, it that's what you call it). I'm just so worried throughout today that I didn't even get to enjoy any part of it. Sucks. Suck like hell.

Yeah!

WE didn't have our spanish chapter test today, and suddenly I felt as if I was half as light. Yeah! For the rest of the week, I wool no longer have to worry about spanish! Wouldn't that be great? Tonight I'd still have to study for biology though, but still, two grace days without spanish. I'm planning to take a little break tonight perhaps for one hour? Yeah, one hour would be great. I know my journal entry today is totally random, loquacious, boring and a number of other negatives...but I'm just suddenly overwhelmed with indescribable relief. I'm sure that as a student, or once as a student, you would be able to comprehend my feelings.

Untitled

I'm titling this entry " untitled" since don't know what it's going to be about yet. I had a tiring practice in basketball today and right now my mind is blank. Or " vacant" as Mr. Dahl might have put it. Now I know my next sentences is totally, but my arm totally itches. I have no idea why though. Great, now I struggle with coming up with a simple 100 words when yesterday I could easily come up with 200. Funny how your ability change in just a matter of hours right? I will have to give my speech during MUN tomorrow and I should probably start preparing. I hope my journal today wasn't totally random, but I suppose it is. As I've previously stated, my mind is a vacant blank of hollow space.

THe grass is greener on the other side (2)

I found our class journal today inspiring so I decided to expand on it a little more on my personal journal. I was going to make this another journal of endless complaint of how hard life can be as a ninth grader, but I figured that this one would be so much more entertaining. True, I really don't exactly envy people. I may admire them, but I certainly don't envy them. For some reasons, my emotions never reached such negative levels. Taking my first grade classmate for an instance, I admired her greatly and viewed her almost as if my idol, but my emotions never turned negative. I never wished for her to leave the school, I never wished for her to wake up one morning and become shirek( funny story, perhaps I'll share with you guys in the next entry) , and neither have I ever wished for her to become anything negative. I suppose the simplicity of my mind was just not capable to comprehend such complicated emotion as " envy" and " jealousy". Those emotions are for smart people, those who had the wits to actually look around and feel bad about not having something that others do. Simple people like me can only look in, and there, we found out safe heaven.

THe power of music (2)

Last time we discussed about how good music can lighten up one's mood and make the world a far pleasant place than it truly is, today, I'm going to discuss about music that does exactly the opposite. My radio is playing One republic's " Good Life" at the moment and I decided that I hated this song. I don't know what's so good about this melody and why it is so popular. Maybe it has something to do with my situation now. I mean, here I am, doing homework on 1:00 am and still can't finish it. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. I almost forgot to do journal today, and I can't miss out another journal.

Not doing so well....

I haven't been doing so well this week so far. Weariness from last week still followed me like a silent shadow,I tried to shake it off, but it still followed me. Tomorrow it Thursday! After that will be Friday! That will be great! THe day I've been waiting for. At this moment I am listening to that song I mentioned during my last entry again, and I still found it a great song. It can really motivate people despite the most difficult times. Music has the power to do that sometimes. I'm listening to this song for like the forth time this week? And I still can't get tired of it. Only good music

The power of music

These three weeks were so suppressing that seemed to have squished the breath right out of me, but today, through music, I smiled for the first time. It's a very simple song sung by a japanese little girl called Ayumi and it was the most beautiful thing ever. I felt my heart rise for the first time in weeks after listening to her beautiful singing. The girl is about six or seven years old? Her voice was pure and without correction or elaboration, the best and purest kind of music. Even though the only words I can understand from the song was " saiyonana" which means goodbye in japanese, I felt deeply connected to this little girl and the song she sang.

Remote

By now, I feel a sudden remote towards the biology midterm tomorrow. I don't know why. One moment ago I was still freaking out, but now I suddenly felt nothing but peace. In my journal blog today, I would like to give my genuine praise to a 15 year old english singer- " Birdy" who has an amazing voice. Right at this moment, I am listening to her cover of " The a team". It was really amazing. Birdy's voice has an amazing an amazing edge, the lilt of her voice made everything seem beautiful. Tomorrow I will finally be free from the burden of midterms for the first time since this week. Yeah! And for those who am reading my journal, check out Birdy!

Today

I am still looking forward to Friday, which is the single thing that motivated me throughout the entire week. Imagine after my biology midterm on Friday, I can be carefree and happy. HOw good would that be? Just incase you don't get that this is a rhetorical question, I 'll answer it. It would be great. By this moment I am running out of ideas to write for my blog, things are just so dull this week. Nothing but tests, test, and more tests. I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear about tests would you? I stayed up pretty late yesterday so now I am heavy with weary, which is why I'm going to end my blog post right HERE.

Midterm

Mid term week will be over soon! Although my heart is heavy with anxiety, I am still looking forward to the weekend to come. Even though I'd still have to study for math during the weekends, it will still be like heaven compared to my life this week. This week I am living in hell. literarily. THere is no exaggeration of any kind as I pronounce the word " hell". THere was no free time and I wake up everyday tired and weary. Worse, I didn't get as much time to study as some( or let's make it "an" other" classmate. Sucks! I still have MUN homework to do, and I've only gone mid way. This week is just....I just hope it will be over soon.

A bit relieved...

Three more mid terms to go! I am so glad that I finished my english midterm today even though I may not have done well. I'm just so glad. It would have been better if I can finish my spanish midterm today though, except for the date for it was moved. I was hoping to not have to touch spanish for the rest of the week. To my utter surprise, expository writing grammar became easier this year. I remembered last year when I didn't get a thing, gosh that was painful. This year, I was actually able to get something and understand some concepts of grammar which is great!

Pressure...and yet another restless weekend

Midterm week is tomorrow and I have two midterms tomorrow. The pressure is full on. I mean, there are way too many subjects to cover for just one day and I found that a bit unbearable. I'm sure any others out there who also has two mid terms will agree with me. Anyhow, it has been a busy weekend and I barely got the rest I hoped to achieve. English became a headache and up until this point, I still haven't finished studying. There are just way too many things to study for and it is just so hard. I hope this week can fly past so I can finally get some rest that I deserved.

yet another tiring day

Today was, yet another tiring day. I have done nothing for the whole afternoon yet I felt extremely tired while I finally started studying at night. IT's weird, isn't it? I am so tired. Sometimes, working can actually sharpen my senses and make them more acute. Why is that? Well, I guess working can distract me from my weary fatigue. Does it make sense? Sure it does. Does this blog post make sense? Maybe not., Never-less, it's my blog post and I'm just suppose to write about my day and how I felt. Right now, I feel only fatigues that can be accurately expressed in my piece of writing.

Weightless

I felt kind of weightless today as if I was made out of light feathers. It was a unique feeling, to be weightless. Your body were so light it floated into the sky. In the air I can still feel myself, being sour and wounded. My legs hung slack like dead branches and my arms were pinned tightly to my back, but I didn't mind. I floated past the stores and columns, and saw tons of other students walking with their head sunk low. How fortunate it was, for me to float in the weightless sky. I felt weightless today as if I was made out of light feathers. It was a unique feeling, to be weightless, your body was so light it floated into the sky and disappeared on the crimson red horizon.

In decline

It's funny how one can remember one thing with ease yet struggle to remember other things. As for me, I have a troubled history with math and grammar. Those are the two subjects in which I perform poorly, and my memory for those two subjects are just terrible. Taking math for an example, I can't remember equations and formulas, and that is somewhat troublesome. For grammar, I just have trouble comprehending the rules and it nearly sucks the life out of me when I have to memorize grammar rules. My memory for the rest of the subjects are ok, thank god.

Relieved

I am so relieved that I finished my expository writing quiz today! Gosh, it sure is good to take that dead weight off my shoulders. At least for a little while. As you may have already known, grammar has always been a tough subject for me, and now, I'm just glad that it is over. For now. My day today was so-so so there really aren't any things to talk about. So I will ramble on about random subjects and I hope whoever is reading this will be able to bare through this nonsense chatter. We are at the end of October right now, and I am thinking desperately of the christmas break. I seriously couldn't wait for a two week vacation! Excluding that I would have to bare through another month and half or so...but I suppose it would be worth it! YEah!!!

Another tiring day

This week was restless and I didn't even have time to get my entertainment fixed. We're having an expository writing quiz tomorrow and I am freaking out at this moment. I dislike grammar! It is one of those subjects that had been troubling me for a very long time. What should I do? Is there a way to finally free me from the manacles of grammar? Is there? Well, I doubt it. So will I have to suck it up and do my best? The problem with this solution is that I can't stand that. SO what should I do? I don't mean to make this journal sound wining but that is my exact state right at this moment.

Entry 32

It took me a while to think about what to write for my journal today. One of the reasons for doing so is because I am tired. Very tried, having stayed up late for three nights in a row. I thought Thursday will be when I catch my big break and can finally lie back and relax, guess I was wrong. My topic for the MUN resolution turned out to be a lot harder than I thought. Cooperation between the OIC and the UN? How are you suppose to write a resolution about something so ambiguous? I honestly don't really see the point in doing this since all people will write is " Respect each other" and this kind of ambiguous things that form a hazy cloud in people's mind. WOuldn't you have thought so?

Entry 31

I am normally a happy writer. I sometimes do enjoy writing about my day and maybe complain a little bit, but today is totally different. Our ghost story first draft was due today, and I now understood how painful it is to write a good story. Before each section of my story, I always do a detailed plot diagram and follow the trend. I had the story in mind for a long time but today, due to the time circumstances, I had to change it so I can complete this assignment. I hope Mr. Dahl will give us more time and expand the maximum for this story. I know this is not suppose to be a novel, and my work is far from being one, but it certainly does go over 10 pages. The short version is incredibly lame compared to the long version and that is just sad.

Entry 30

Today I realized that writing a story is totally different front telling one. Just because you already had your whole story planned out doesn't mean you can just write with efficiency. Writing is hard work, and I am totally out of practice. I found difficulty in expressing myself and sometimes it is just so hard to put the stories in one's mind into words, don't you think? Well, I thought so. I have to finish the first draft of my story today because I wouldn't have any time tomorrow and I am very much sweating it. What should I do? What can I do? Pray to the goddess Muse and seek inspiration? I don't know. Any ideas? However is out there?

Entry 29

It is only 6:02 in the morning and school doesn't start until 8:00, so although I am writing yesterday's journal, I'll have plenty of time. Alright, what happened yesterday? In the morning my head nearly exploded from doing the formatting for expository writing. Those things are supposed to be easy and as Ms. Lucy stated " free points" , but for some reasons, it just doesn't work for me. After struggling with the computer system for about one hour, I finally printed out a paper copy of my final draft more ideally. Wooh! That was a bliss from heaven! I later had a spanish chapter test  which I freaked out about. The unique thing about this test is that we used answer sheet instead of the real test paper, the change made the test a bit more entertaining than it was. Anyway, now I am finally done with both, I got this feeling to leap up and yelp with joy.

Entry 28

Ninth grade can be tough, especially when you found out the your grades weren't improving. What is particularly frustrating about the declining grades of mine is because I let it happen. My grades weren't dropping because I didn't have the ability to complete the assignment, bur rather because I was careless. Taking history as an example, my grades is a B+ at this moment when it could have been higher. Why? I forgot to insert footnotes on one of the first papers and received an F for that assignment. Now I have to work extra hard on that subject just to get lower grades than everyone else! Biology is another excellent example. My grade now is a slipping A- and it should have also been higher. If it wasn't for me messing up my first lab quiz by misreading the directions, I could have gotten a far better grade. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. I guess unlike certain elites, I have to learn things the hard way. Dear God if you are reading this post right now, I would like to let you know that I've learned my lesson about carelessness in school. Thank you.

Entry 27

Today is a day of great distress and suffrage for the ninth graders of Pacific American School. The students have so much coming up on Friday and the pressure is almost unbearable. We will be having a chapter 2 math test tomorrow. No big deal right? Wrong. Totally wrong. Geometry class has a unique way to calculate the student's score: 15% homework, 5% participation and.....80%test!!!! This number is incredible and is the center sole reason why we the ninth graders are stressed out tonight. If it wasn't for Geometry, tonight could have been like heaven. As I gleefully anticipated Friday and the freedom yet to come, I will finally be able to relax for the first time all week! Well, obviously that didn't happen today.

Entry 26

I would like to leave the character analysis of Triste for my next entry and do another shorter analysis on another complicated character from Glee. Her name is Quinn and she is my all time favorite. You never get s tired of her, because it's impossible to! Quinn is a woman of so many surprises and one can never anticipate her next move. She is exactly the kind of person one would like to be on the same side but not on separate sides because she will TEAR YOU DOWN. Literarily, no kidding. If you can actually get Quinn to like or even love you, than you've just got yourself the perfect backup. Quinn will be there for you always and fight for you as long as you can stand her( As caring and beautiful Quinn is, she is a difficult person to put up with) In conclusion, Quinn is far more than the bobby headed cheerleader she may have once seem. She has the most complicated personality, and immense beauty and intelligence that never fails to push her into harm's way.

entry 25

Today I will like to discuss an interesting character I have introduced to you readers yesterday. In this entry, I would like to go in-depth with her character, her childhood, her identities, her uncertainty of the future, and her repentant past. I recalled that her name was Triste. Triste was sent off to the States before she have time to even depict a hazy memory of her parents. In the States, her intelligence shown above all others and eventually, she was recognized by an organization by her scholastically achievements. In the organization, Triste was forced to make explosives that can harm millions in seconds. Years after her escape, Triste still looked back at her past with extreme repentant. I will continue with her story in the next entry tomorrow.

Entry 24

I laid back and spent my weekend with youtube and facebook. Right at this moment I am listening to " It will Rain" by Bruno Mars and the song reminded me of a reality TV show I watched a couple years back. I struggle to recall the name of the show and much of its character, but I can still recall clearly of my favorite character. She is a complicated character with a complicated past and a difficult past. Although she is not the featured starring, her presence raises attention. A girl who dresses and speaks with such maturity that appeared frightening. Her soft grey eyes reveal only sadness as she struggled to keep her own emotions intact and find a place in the presence. Burdened with guilt of her past , she was known to be weird , odd-tempered, and unreasonable though her original personality was far from being that. Very few people understood her, most dead. She is a very interesting character and I really enjoyed seeing her on the show.

Entry 23

After a long day of fatigue and wariness, I relaxed for the first time and treated myself with a semi-friday-weekend-that-is-incredibly-long celebration. Instead of pouring over heavy textbooks, I read a novel that was about fallen angels and their descendants. It's a very interesting book and I recommend everyone to check it out. I also listened to music, watched a short movie, and watched a tv comedy show called " everybody hates Chris". It was very funny and I found myself immensely hooked to what happened to Chris and his family in Brooklyn in like the 1980s??? I never knew so much can be going on and how little everyday life things can be so entertaining.

Entry 22

For those who are looking forward to it, there are no profound quotes today. Sorry. Up until this point I have been sitting in front of my computer, pondering about all the presentable past events that had happened up until now. To be candid, nothing significant happened. Yet if I am going to be forced to spit out something, I will probably talk about our history test. It was almost all essay questions and can be proven to be a little challenging. I don't know how I did on this test, but I hope that the score will be able to pull my world history grade up. My spanish grade dropped again for unknown reasons and I am still unsure and very worried about my biology grade. Our group has trouble with labs and handling microscopes; none of us has done it before.

Entry 21 ...I think

If this journal is designed to be a place where we students can express our inner profoundness, than I'm failing it for sure. Up until this point, I have done nothing but whine over peculiar things and maybe I should try to change that. How? Let's begin with a philosophical quote by Aristotle " A common danger unites even the bitterest enemies" What could this in depth statement possibly mean? In my opinion, this quote in common words will be something similar to " People, even enemies, stick together when a common obstacle stroke." Of course, this is only my interpretation. If one day some disastrous weather stroke, even the worst enemies will have to cooperate somehow to survive. I think. Well, that's enough profoundness for one day. I'm sure everybody's tired.

Entry 20- a fresh new start???

I screwed up my old blogger account and now it refuses to allow anyone to operate. I got a feeling that it was waiting for a chance like this to really jump at me and shoo me away so it can achieve internal peace. Ok, I'm just being ridiculous here, for a good reason though. Basketball practice ended just a forty minutes ago or so, and I am starving. Despite of that, school went pretty well today for me. My biggest accomplishment is in expository writing, whose last homework I no longer have to redo! Yeah! Yes, to a normal average student it is nothing to be real cheery about, but for me, it's like wow...As many of you may have already known from my many grammatical issues in this blog, I am at the bottom of the pit when it came to grammar. I have a lot of troubles getting the rules right and am absolutely clueless when it came to actually identifying different names of things from a long complicated sentence. Unfortunately, that's what expository writing does. Grammar. Sucks for me, I suppose.