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Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Wed, 18 May 2005 09:57:42 GMT

School, pleeeaaaaase burn down...

By the way, I'm probably be quitting Cold Stone's...I'm sick of people lining OUT THE DOOR for 6 hours straight...God, people, how much ice cream do you want? Americans sure do love their ice cream....and those Asians who request the most (Sinless sweet cream with more berries, more coconut, more bananas...who cares if sinless sweet cream is hard as a brick, you're doing all the work)...they NEVER tip. I like working there, but my boss needs to learn how to be more magnanimous with her damn money.

So, I might work in Chili's. The one next to Tyson's. Anybody wanna join me?

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 21:39:58 GMT

I'm so sleeeeeepy and bloated. Gag, thirsty too. But too lazy to get some. Mu haha.

I don't know why my dad won't let me work on weeknights. I do nothing anyway. But I just finished reading Crime and Punishment !! It's an incredibly rich and wholesome book, quite enjoyable. But it freaked me out how the main character (a murderer with an axe and a half-maniacal-delirious mind) is so similar to me. Gah. I know I would have been like him if I hadn't known God. Thank God for God. Anyway, I absolutely recommend reading it. (Bonus: you get to know the insides of Sophia's messed up mind!! Since my moods can be enigmatic and I fail in trying to explain myself, this is a perfect opportunity to find out the degree of Sophia's depravity. Not that you care, but who knows what stunt I might perform with an axe as well? You want to stay away...wink.)

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 09:14:37 GMT

What the fuck, who is assholic, bitching, shit-faced stench of a pimple who trashed Joyce's xanga? Joyce, can't believe you're not pissed, but at least you feel our love, we're all pissed for you. (Be thankful, it's not easy to love you. Hahahaa, jkjk)

I failed the essay section of the SATs. Ijust found out you could only stick to ONE point of view. I sort of vacillated between TWO. I freaking messed up. Yup, I screwed up bad. According to the collegeboard essay rubric, the most I can score is 1. NYU, Northwestern, Cornell...Good bye. It was nice dreaming about attending you.

Am I pissed about this? Hell yeah, I was. When my friend told me (not too subtley) that I was basically screwed, you can bet I was screaming my head off. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! MOTHER-F***ing SHIT of a ASSHOLE! I am a MAJOR MULTIPLE MUD-SUCKING MUTANT!!" Just like that. Thank God there was a sub in my Precalc class or off to detention I go.

Anyway, I've calmed down now. For the most part, anyway. I mean, there has to be a reason God allowed this to happen. Everything is in God's hands, and all I have to do is trust his good will and SURRENDER. God has always tried to get me to surrender myself and I have always downright point blank refused. Now He's dangling my worldly dreams and goals and motives on the most tenuous thread of string, and I am just forced to step back and let Him guide me. Pray, Sophia, pray. I pray that whatever happens I will be able to thank God and see his purpose.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Mon, 14 Mar 2005 12:24:32 GMT

Okay, I'm not going to Korea or Singapore after all. My parents are going, though, and I'm going to be home all alone with my brother!! WOO HOO!!! Party, people! Break out that beer! haha, just kidding, I don't drink beer. And probably no parties...they'll be gone in the final exam week. They're doing this on purpose.

SAT's are OVER!!! Double WHOOPS!! It was oh, God, soo sooo soooo tedious!! Long and boring and I couldn't wait till I was done. Some of the reading passages were really incomprehensible. And I didn't understand some vocabs.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Wed, 09 Mar 2005 12:27:08 GMT

I can't wait till Saturday when SATs is OVER!!! Now I know how Joyce felt each time SAT came up....It's so annoying, it's like a BIG studying session you have to do...3 hour 45 minutes...That's crazy....I'm going to get leg, back, and butt cramps. And they don't even allow you to bring food to eat!! Do they want me to starve to death?

I'm going to Korea and Singapore this summer....99% chance. My dad insists on it, he says it's my duty as a daughter to obey. So I got to give up my internship after Joyce's dad (and Joyce) and my art teacher already wrote me recommendations. Boo hoo. For some reason I don't really want to go to Korea...Being with my relatiives make me feel so uncomfortable, I feel like they're inspecting me (which they are) and my grandparents are so old-school, I have to formal and polite and all laced-up all the time. Also they'll probably force me to eat some disgusting Korean stew and stuff rice into my mouth.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 09:46:21 GMT

Friday, February 25, 2005

Fri, 25 Feb 2005 10:52:45 GMT

Check this out~

You Are 14 Years Old

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

//edit//

You Are A Romantic Realist
You are more romantic than 30% of the population.

You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.
Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.
And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...
But you'd never admit it to your friends!

Monday, February 14, 2005

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 23:08:37 GMT

I need to stand strong...God help me I think I'm going to die...What the fuck...I keep getting fucking pissed off all of a sudden. STOP IT, YOU UGLY FUCKING PATHETIC LOSER!!!!!

By the way, Valentine's Day is CRAP CRAP CRAP but thanks to my generous friends in lent, I got all their chocolates. Expensive truffles, kisses, M'n'M's and mint patties, all happy and gurgling in my belly...I love lent. Every Catholic should give up chocolates and give them to me.

//edit//

Ha!! I'm making spiritual process. I'm back on track muhaha, hallelujah!! Still shaky but standing. Praise the Lord!

You know, God bless people in different ways and He has already poured so much blessings on me. What more do I want? Who cares if I'm not pretty or whatever? That's not what matters; if I'm going to be pissed off about such materialistic and transient and physical issues, I am LAME. I mean, I am, heh heh, but I'm working on it.

But why are some people Mother Teresa or Abe Lincoln but I'm Saddam Hussein? Actually, I find it absolutely hilarious, but still, that should tell me something's wrong with me. Here's another test I took~

WHAT ELEMENT ARE YOU?

FIRE

Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.
You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.

You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.
You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.

Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.
Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.

Friday, January 14, 2005

Fri, 14 Jan 2005 09:38:15 GMT

I'm entertainment editor of my school newspaper now. And I don't know anything about lay-outting.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Wed, 05 Jan 2005 23:27:30 GMT

The weather is a stubborn bitch. Snow, bitch, snow.
Anyway, besides the weather, I'm doing very well...spiritually and mentally, at least. I'm really trying to live up to my prayer topics for 2005. I'll share them on Friday!! Okay, yg peeps, you know what to do. Prayer topics for 2005~~ We're gonna share them, but seriously, I don't want it to be something that you know you're SUPPOSED to say. I want true, deep-from-the-heart topics you received from the Holy Spirit. Truly PRAY about it. Don't blabber things out of your head, but from your SPIRIT.
2005 will be a year fulfilled with LOVE and BLESSINGS~~!