LDC admittedly was perhaps one of the most fun week in my life. The only thing that comes close would be ASB retreat back in 9th grade. But before I forget those funny moments and memories at LDC as well as those awesome people, here we go:
While at night playing poker for push-ups
Daniel: I can do push ups!
Johnny: Prove it...
Daniel gets up, spends 5 minutes getting ready and goes down....and collapses on the ground.
Later that night...Daniel prepares to arm wrestle Roneal. He gets two hands around him and uses his body. 2 seconds later, Roneal wins. Round 2: Roneal's 2 fingers...Roneal wins in 2 seconds.
Andy doing the Gee and Michael Jackson dance...classic
Well I think that covers most of the funny moments during LDC...
Monday, August 17, 2009
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Monday, March 23, 2009
Hmm haven't blogged in a while
Hm...I've realized today that I can only be unhappy with what I can't achieve and never be happy with what I can achieve.
I really need to see a psychologist >.<
I really need to see a psychologist >.<
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
It all comes to an end
It's been 4 years since I walked into the halls of Whitney High School and 5 years since I was in my room writing an essay a day, stressing about having the good enough essay score and CAT 6 score to be accepted into Whitney.
For some reason, this year feels like the culmination of all the years before it: those first years in America, struggling to learn English, those first years in elementary school when I had so many tantrums, and those first years on a high school campus.
I still remember asking my parents what the phrase "let's go" meant. I still remember my first English essay and how I experimented once by replacing all commas with and's (that essay had a lot of red marks). I still remember my first crush and how I was too scared to ask that person out (I won't tell you who). And, I still remember my first rejection (though sadly not last) and the sense of depression that came with it.
However, all that is over now, and there is only tomorrow. Perhaps in 5 years as I am about to finish my first four years of college, I will come to remember my junior year as the year that made my future bright. Or perhaps the year I regret the most...
For some reason, this year feels like the culmination of all the years before it: those first years in America, struggling to learn English, those first years in elementary school when I had so many tantrums, and those first years on a high school campus.
I still remember asking my parents what the phrase "let's go" meant. I still remember my first English essay and how I experimented once by replacing all commas with and's (that essay had a lot of red marks). I still remember my first crush and how I was too scared to ask that person out (I won't tell you who). And, I still remember my first rejection (though sadly not last) and the sense of depression that came with it.
However, all that is over now, and there is only tomorrow. Perhaps in 5 years as I am about to finish my first four years of college, I will come to remember my junior year as the year that made my future bright. Or perhaps the year I regret the most...
Sudden urge to blog O_O
Well hello second semester!
Guess what? You already got my parents bugging me every day about SAT, ACT, AP, ACTE (jk about the last one). When you're not bugging me about it, you just happen to crowd my table with those prep books in the hope of making me read it. Every conversation just somehow leads to college. Hey how was your school day? What you went to Chinese Club practice? What how's that going to help you for college? Stop wasting your time! What you studied ACT? GOOD GOOD! What you had some fun? BAD BAD!
Well you know what! I REFUSE TO SUCCUMB THIS PRESSURE! screw college!
And by the way, thank you second semester for giving me another white hair.
Guess what? You already got my parents bugging me every day about SAT, ACT, AP, ACTE (jk about the last one). When you're not bugging me about it, you just happen to crowd my table with those prep books in the hope of making me read it. Every conversation just somehow leads to college. Hey how was your school day? What you went to Chinese Club practice? What how's that going to help you for college? Stop wasting your time! What you studied ACT? GOOD GOOD! What you had some fun? BAD BAD!
Well you know what! I REFUSE TO SUCCUMB THIS PRESSURE! screw college!
And by the way, thank you second semester for giving me another white hair.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Mission Viejo
Just so I have a memory of what happened.
So this conference went relatively well.
The chairs actually tried for once and kinda knew what they were doing.
There weren't too many hardballers but there were a couple of idiots who wanted to blow everything up.
And, I did get a research award and a commendation.
And hmm O.o i did have 4 girls call me the nicest delegate they've met...(no phone numbers though xD)
Now onto the bad things
A mild cold got worse
Staying up til at least 3 AM doing homework on Monday
Missed Spaceset meeting?
So this conference went relatively well.
The chairs actually tried for once and kinda knew what they were doing.
There weren't too many hardballers but there were a couple of idiots who wanted to blow everything up.
And, I did get a research award and a commendation.
And hmm O.o i did have 4 girls call me the nicest delegate they've met...(no phone numbers though xD)
Now onto the bad things
A mild cold got worse
Staying up til at least 3 AM doing homework on Monday
Missed Spaceset meeting?
Just some more ranting from an angry Asian person
People were slightly right about how junior year is hell.
The part they were wrong about was how much you can screw yourself over.
Its simple math.
Aspects+5 AP Classes+SAT+ACT+MUN+Spaceset+Red Cross=GET OWNED
I'm done for now...time to get back to tons of French grammar and French literature (thank you Mr. Albert Camus).
The part they were wrong about was how much you can screw yourself over.
Its simple math.
Aspects+5 AP Classes+SAT+ACT+MUN+Spaceset+Red Cross=GET OWNED
I'm done for now...time to get back to tons of French grammar and French literature (thank you Mr. Albert Camus).