Bored, and useless

Vacation's suppose to be fun, not boring! But this vacation has been the most boring-est (no such word), useless, and a totally pathetic one. I've been totally bored, tired, and am spending my time badly. I haven't been working on my LIFEPACS nor done any reports. I've only been writing useless post on my blog, updating my friendster, picasaweb album, and reading and writing emails, as well as spending WAY TO MUCH time on the comp. Which is totally bad for my health.

This is what you call an open post...that means you can all add to it. Just leave a comment, email me, or something. If you want to add to what I said, fine, if you want to tell me ideas what to do, fine, most of all, we need to solve this problem, we need to become useful, we need to do SOMETHING!!!

Today...?

Today, was vacation and a much more successful day than yesterday. I was actually productive! Yea, anyway, I cleaned my room, swept it, mopped it, and rearranged it, while my sister worked on Math probably, and other subjects.

As usual, I got distracted and found my old portfolio on the writings I wrote when I was in Maine, 2^nd grade, 3^rd grade, and 4^th grade. In 2^nd grade I wrote easy little poems, but then my writing skills improved when I wrote short essays in 3^rd grade. Those early skills soon developed in to great one in 4^th grade, where Mrs. Fleurent taught us how to write stories and letters to a famous baseball team and a football team. I remember writing to the baseball team and getting a reply back with pictures of the players and stuff. Course, I wasn't crazy on them so I gave them to my dad to give to his Math Class! In 5^th grade, when I was home schooling at home and my mom was teaching me, I communicated to the people in Maine and Massachusetts by writing monthly newspapers to them by email. I truly enjoyed it but pretty soon it all stopped when I moved to GRC. I decided to start a blog, and ta-da, here it is! This blog is great for me to write in and it is my “public” journal. However, today, I would like to share with you a quick story I wrote for an assignment in my Language Arts book!

Isabella kicked the dirt on the sidewalk at she walked home. She was mad…angry…with her “horrible” mother. She wished she could go with her friends to the outing and watch the horror movie with them. But just because she was Christian she wasn’t allowed. “What wrong with going to the mall and watching a “harmless” movie?” she cried out loud to herself angrily. By this time they would be having fun at the mall. And she couldn’t join…

When she reached home she angrily pushed open the heavy, wooden door. Her mom smiled broadly at her behind the counter of the kitchen. “How could she smile?” she thought furiously within her head, “She doesn’t know what I went through at school!” After all of the teasing her friends had given her she was almost ready to give up her religion! Her mind recalled the dreadful day at school.

“What! You can’t go! How terrible! Your crazy religion and your crazy parents! Why don’t you just give up Christianity?” her best friend, Christy, shouted.

“Yea, goody-goody person,” another person growled.

“Look at our holy-holy Church going person!” one of them teased.

She had run away to the safe toilet till break was over. She hoped that when she came out they would stop and forget about it. But she was wrong; when she finally retreated out they had continued to tease. It happened the whole day. And no one walked back home with her today. Even the ones who had something on and couldn’t go either…it wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair!

Slowly coming back to the real world, she quietly said hi to mom and ran to room. She slammed the door shut…suddenly without warning she heard a voice…

“Isabella, Isabella, Isabella, I love you.” She shivered…”You did the right thing, and I am pleased. But change your attitude, and I will grant you something you have never wished for. I love you.

She stood there, transformed, and immediately she understood why God had spoken to her. With the spare time she had today since she was not out hanging out with her friends she could spend time with the new girl at school. She smiled…and picked up the phone...

“Hey Madison,” Isabella happily said into the phone, “Can I come over to your house for a while…?”

So today, those of you who read my blog, I want to tell you a few things, writing is a great thing and I encourage all of you to start a blog if you haven’t yet and make sure you give me the link. I also want to say, that we, as Christians, fearing and trusting the Lord, should always realize that no matter what, if we miss out in going to an outing, our God has an even better plan for us. Just like Isabella, let’s be ready to find God’s purpose in our lives, okay?

Sometimes...it feels unfair.

Sometimes, I feel cheated, and hurt like crazy. Instead of joining my sister with her friends and watching spiderman3, I have to go grocery shopping. Why? Cause I'm not allowed. By who? My sister, of course! She doesn't want me around because I'm a nuisance to her. To her, though. Not to you guys, am I? So guess what, I have a BRILLIANT NOT morning at home. And worked. And sighed a lot. I can't believe that some people can be so mean when they want to! Poor Naomi! She wasn't asked to go also. I feel so sad for her! She's, I mean, around their age, and I'm not. Oh well, thanks to Naomi's name in her MSN, I realize that we must forgive them no matter how hard it is. Right Naomi?

Impressions of Me, First Time and Now

I have to say that this interview I have taking was great success and I noticed one thing. Seniors don't like to leave a comment or tell me what their impression of me is. Well, anyways...Seniors, if you want to prove I'm wrong than tell me your first impression. Also, there are a few more impressions at the bottom...thanks everyone!...

Sarah:

My first impression of you was that you were a very smart kid with a different slang. You were also cute & friendly.

I asked, “You thought I was friendly?” She replied, “Yea, because you laughed a lot and that means you’re friendly.”

My impression of you now is the same as above and that you always give me line paper when I needed to write a report. You are also very talkative, fun, and crazy…like me!

Naomi:

The impression I had of you first and now is that you act like an American...which is good.

Jackie: (last time I saw Hazel was two years ago)

My first impression of you was that you were small and cute.

You are now (or the last time I saw you, two years ago) small, cute, kind, articulate, emotionally strong, creative, AWESOME HANDWRITING, and smart.

Mrs. Shuman: (last time I saw Hazel was two years ago)

My first impression of you was that you were very shy and too cute. Now I know you really are not shy, you are friendly, smart, talented, and still just too cute!

Rachel Wong:

Actually, the first time I saw you I just thought you were a strange girl.

Now, you’re nice and funny.

Rebecca: (last time I saw Hazel was two years ago)

When I first met Hazel I thought she looked like a nice kid and maybe I will make her my friend. Now Hazel is my all time best friend. Our whole family just loves her! She is awesome. I am SO glad I made her my friend.

Zoe:

When I first saw you, in the testing room, I thought u were quiet.

Now, you are smart, kind, and thoughtful.

Maryanne:

My first impression of you was that you were pretty much the smallest person for your age I had ever seen in my entire life, lol.

I still think you're really tiny, but now that i actually know you i would say that you are one of the most kindhearted and sweetest people i have ever met. =)

National Unity???

Today, today, today? Hmm, well, we had a party, and then, after school went to a roundtable discussion about National Unity. I don't really know much about that so it was quite interesting. I got a headache in the middle and then developed a cough, which is horrible, and I'm extremely tired! Oh well, as long as we had fun! And at least there's vacation for TWO weeks! Yippee! Except I'll be extremely bored! Oh well, can't do anything about that. Cause my sis doesn't let me come on her outings.

Birthday...whose?

Guess what, on the 22nd of May, 2007, my sister, Lydia Chang TIAN FEN celebrated her 14th birthday! Can you believe it? She's turning 14? Well, I'm not far behind. Turning 13 this year!

Yea, and her friends celebrated it after lunch by eating cake and just "hanging out". She got cake on her face except there's no picture cause the camera was in her pocket! Too bad! It was so cool! Yea, she really enjoyed herself! So when you see her, say HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LYDIA!

the Flu...

...is passing around!

Dear me! We're all getting sick! The flu is passing around the school. More than 10 people have gotten sick and are in bed. My sis and I are feeling a bit tired and weak and seem to be catching it. Lydia says that she'll surely be the next. oooooo

Today at school, there was hardly anyone there! And when we asked, "Are you sick?" the answer was always YES. I feel horrible myself, with a headache and a scratchy throat.

So please pray that we will all get better, and recover fast. Also, everyone who is sick eat lots of Vitamin C, it helps, and if you eat too mush of it, it doesn't harm you. K? Go AWAY flu!

Everything our Dad is...

Even though today is Mother's Day...we still should remember our dads. Got this poem I would like to share...

When you were 8 years old, your dad handed you an ice cream. you thanked him by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old, he drove you all day, to and from soccer, to birthday parties one after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13 years old, he suggested a haircut would be nice. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14 years old, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15 years old, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by saying yes but didnt give him that hug.

When you were 19 years old, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus and carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25 years old, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried and told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

Then when you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children....

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart.

I just want to remind you all that we should love our dad's for what they have done for us...they all have done so much. Love you, Daddy! <3

Why Am I Freaked Out?

(There is no picture, because it's totally disgusting)

Today at school...*shiver* the words bring a shiver up the spine...it was totally awful...crazy...I almost threw up...believe me! We, well Miss Catherine did, dissected a rat! She took out all the insides, like the brain, liver, stomach, (which she squeezed open and white bread came out!) and other awful stuff like the small intestine. The first time she did it with the seniors and the second time with the middlers and some juniors, the third time some seniors did it themselves. But why did I like "freak" out?

Okay, the real reason is not because I don't like rats, can't stand blood, etc. No it's all different... many of you guys who also watched it were probably scared because of one of the above. It's because...

I had a pet rat before. Those who know which rat I'm talking about I bet you knew how I felt. I felt sad...felt like crying...the rat reminded me so much of my pet! It was so sad! And know you know that I'm not weird or crazy, just sensitive. But I'll get over it, so don't worry...K?

If you still think I'm crazy, than listen to this. If you had a pet dog (this is just an example) and you loved it very much and then in school you had to watch (or do it yourself) someone dissect a dog...even if it's not your dog...you would feel horrible. You feel like you betrayed your dog. Now you get it?

Getting 100% on a Test Without Studying?

All "normal" kids better not like test. Because if they do, that means I'm not normal. Because in reality we all hate test. We hate studying for it, when we could be watching TV or chatting with MSN (admit it!) We hate taking them, because they get us all tensed up and stressed. We just don't like them! (Younger kids, you might think I'm crazy, but you're not in higher levels yet)

Studying is the worst part for me. I just totally don't enjoy studying for a test and get totally stressed...you don't know me at home, I get stressed! It's so horrible, studying. Does anyone feel that way? Please comment! I don't like studying for Science and History test.

All of us hate test, studying for test, etc. But God wants us to learn more about Him. All the subjects we study is about His creature, His work. So if you are trying to study for a test right now, my encouragement today for you is to do your very best...you can't get a 100 on your test if you haven't studied, and you know that.

Do You Feel Blessed? You Are.

This is not a very accurate story, but I want you guys to pray.

Maryanne is a joyful girl, who is my sisters age, but unlike all those who are my sister's age, she treats me as a friend and not a "friend's sister". (Some of you who are reading this know who she is, and what she is going through.) Maryanne is turning 14 this year. She's tall and skinny, and really fun to play with. I love spending time with her! In the picture above she's the one is the middle and my sister and I are beside her. This is a old picture. I was only 8 or 9 then. But, as old as it is, it reminds me of the times I spent with her.

But this coming Monday, she is going to Massachusetts for a back surgery. I'm sure she's scared, frighten, not knowing what's ahead. She's in a lot of pain also, because she has a crooked back. Her shoulder muscles are sticking out. I don't know how she looks like now, it's been so long since I've seen her. But I know that she has put her faith in God.

I just want all of you to pray for Maryanne. She lives in Maine, USA, and will be traveling down to Massachusetts this Sunday. On Monday she will have her surgery. Pray that the doctors will do a good job. Maryanne, if you ever have the time to see this, just remember, I miss you and am praying for you. God be with you. All you of you, you are blessed, even if you don't feel like you are.

No School!

Yesterday and today there was no school. You might think it's a “snow” day in Maine, but what could it be in Malaysia where it doesn't snow let alone get cold. Instead, Malaysia is on the Equator and is hot like anything. A “hot” day where it's too hot to go to school? Haha, we wish! No, all wrong! it is Labor Day.

The music plays, we work quietly, singing to the music, at home, our sweat rolling down our face. I study for a test while frolicking with the computer, while my sister sits at the dining table studying and stitching at the same time. She stitched the butterflies at the side. It may look finished, but it isn't. This project only took her 1-week.

My sister has made an amazing comment. She said, "I wish there was school, at home it's so boring." We all can't believe that she likes school so much! In her blog she stated that in school it's fun because she helps others work, and hardly works herself. I commented, "No wonder you hardely play with me now! You've reversed the whole thing around! You "play" at school and work at home." However, I am glad that my sister has adjusted, and I hope she finds the "technique" of working and talking at the same time, not just sewing and working at the same time.

What Makes My Day

Usually I am a happy, no matter what, or I am happy because someone has made my day. Listed below are a few ways people have made my day and you can try the same to make someone's day.

Sometimes, when I'm signed into my messenger, someone will just say Hi and talk to me, even when that someone doesn't talk to me often face to face. It builds relationships and I feel good to know that they care to say Hi.

A small or big smile from your friend can also make your day. When I was having a bad or sad day, someone said Hi and smiled at me and it made my day.

If your friend or family take you on an outing or just spend time with you and have some fun, it makes your day. Just to know that someone cares, and someone likes spending time with you..it's a good feeling.

So if you see someone down, and are having a bad day...just saying hi, or smile, and spend time with them, even if you don't say anything, because it can make someone's day. It can make someone happy. Whoever are the people above who have done this, I will not list, but YOU have made MY DAY.

Lake Gardens

Splash, splash, splash...dip in, pull, out, dip in...here we are sitting in a red boat, rowing it everywhere but nowhere. We're in Lake Gardens on this beautiful Tuesday evening. After going to a busy playground to climb the medal structure, we decided to see if we could ride a boat. Instead of getting a pedal boat or a bicycle, we got a row boat. It was super duper fun to try a row it. My sister and I were struggling just to row it in a straight line, and we actually managed to get somewhere and didn't bump into anything. I truly enjoyed this outing, it made MY DAY.