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(1.07.2006-)
12:40 PM
Update
Would you look at that...I've updated...i've missed some milestone, important moments that will never ever be accounted for again...but that is okay...I feel like writing today...I may never again after today update this blog...I hope I do...
Christmas tree was taken down today :(. Extended essay - poor progress. BodyWorlds was great. I love the OmniMax Theater. I am equally repulsed by "Hostel" as I am drawn to it...I am absolutely sure I cannot handle a movie like... but I do want to see bits and pieces of it... Well I'm all over the place...
Done. Bye.
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(9.11.2005-)
11:43 PM
I love Wingy!!!
Well, hello, Blog.
I have a confession to make. I just adore Stephanie (a.k.a Wingfoot). She is, like, the COOLEST person EVER. She has great hair, the coolest clothes, the most fantastic fingers, and amazing ears! And wow, her ankles! Gorgeous! I absolutely wish I could be like her!
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Okay, so obviously this is NOT Cr_Evenstar, as you might have guessed. It is indeed Wingfoot. I’m here, because the owner of this blog has failed to make an important statement…”Happy First Birthday, Blog!”
At 2:50 pm today, this blog turned exactly one-years-old.
(Why is it that there’s an “s” after “year”…when you’re one?)
Anyway, happy birthday.
My own blog is celebrating its birthday today!
Later.
-Steph Wingy
Done. Bye.
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(4.18.2005-)
8:04 PM
Hey bloggy! Long time no see... What's up man? As you can see, I am talking to my blog. That cannot be a good sign.
Homework killer weekend. What is it with teachers? I'm doing so bad in algebra and geometry, but besides failing and nearly failing, everything's swell. So where should I begin. I don't even know when to begin. Oh well. I guess they'll have to be forgotten memories. Forgotten. Left in the dust. *poof* *sneezes*
Two weeks ago, went to an anniversary party. There was a kid named Samuel who was tamil and had gray eyes who imitated perfectly Wink Yahoo from Uh-Oh. Everything matched from the rise and fall of voice to his actions. Debo thought he was autistic but this was not certain. He was quite attached to Wingy as when she proceeded to leave ran, stopped her, and cried, "DON'T LEAVE!"
Anyways. Went bowling on Saturday. I played a celebrity match as Josh Groban :), I didn't win as it was my first time bowling...Michael Jackson won but only cause he rigged the game and seduced Mariah Carey into bowling a strike for him ;). Wingy had a little moment between car windows with a chinese guy...how romantic. Of course we should be ashamed of ourselves as afterwards, we (me, Wingy, 3Ms, Debbie) were saying dirty jokes in MY CAR. The insanity.
The thing is, I actually enjoy youth now. Its the full truth. I cannot remember the last time I did and I'm glad I actually have the desire to go to meetings. If only we didn't have to sing pop songs.
English was awesome today. I've never laughed more in my entire life. Awww...I feel so bad...I had a good time at Hong Rae's expense. "If I met Ms. Olsheski on the first day, I would have a general respect for her. I would shake her hand, but I would not have kissed her or had any other sort of intimate interaction with her". Oh well. Yang says he will promote child labour. Isn't that great?
Anyways, I look forward to the weekend. Though I hope to see John Howe in downtown with Wingy
Done. Bye.
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(3.27.2005-)
7:04 PM
What a horrible march break. Anyway you look at it, it sucked. It was dull. Nothing happened. At least I could have seen my old DGPS friends but that did not even happen. I could not even call Cindy as her grandmother told me in chinese that she was not home. I haven't been able to contact her much since she started working. During the break, I've been having dreams about DGPS. You know, I've been so IB work-obsessed lately that the thoughts about my old life (which I consider separate from my present high school life because damn - I was such a different person then) have crept into my subconscious. But Cindy, if you read this, which you will because I will force you - we WILL watch Star Wars Ep. III together with Nipuni (who I have bearly talked to).
Done. Bye.
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(3.05.2005-)
2:38 PM
The more you want something, the less attainable it becomes. So you stop trying, and you still don't get it. Do you accept that you cannot get what you want or do you keep fighting? Where should you draw the line?
Done. Bye.
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(3.02.2005-)
2:37 PM
Done. Bye.
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(2.12.2005-)
11:56 AM
I like being the victim.
Its a psychological disorder of mine -- or is it?. Being the opressor is not very satisfying to my parched soul. I thirst to be opressed. Some people heed to this desire of mine, I will not mention any names, PRINGOL. But often, when I am the opressor, I feel awful. I feel I have regurgitated the nutrients of being victimized. And when I told Pringol's cousin that I like being the victim, he rendered me mentally insane. But no one likes being hurt, tortured, and pushed around. However, there are only two positions in life. Anyway you look at it, you are either opressed or being the opressor. I, and most of us who live in these first world countries with acess to the internet and the privelege of blogging, are the opressors. We, are the ones with blood on our hands who pulverize the less fortunate in even the most indirect ways. The opressed are free of any guilt that the opressors (because even opressors have consciences) may posess. Isn't that something to look at?
Done. Bye.
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