My cousin's wedding is in... exactly 24 hours. The Minger is coming home for the weekend (Yoop!). Heh...my grandma is so excited; first grandchild to get married. Mweh heh heh...heh... lai see...

I'm hooked. Neopets.com has me. It all started innocently enough. I was watching Heggs play with her pet, when it struck me... "K-k-k-kawaii!" (see: Miyazawa and Tsubasa). So I registered and now I have a cute blue Shoyru, temporarily named Puuchu. Isn't he cute?

Freedom!... for an afternoon. I have a double last spare! Booyah! I'm going home. Seeya, suckers!

Enterprise! Watched the premiere of the new Star Trek series last night. Really good...except for Little Wooden Boy a.k.a. Captain Archer. Dull as tombs. Monotone, blah, blah, blah...

Welp. Goku is dead again. Eh. How many times is that? Twelve? Sixteen? Forty two? Like a cockroach that you squash, but it pops back into 3 - dimensional existence again. And again and again...

Wattack! I smash! The computer crashed yesterday morning. My dad almost freaked when the antivirus program popped up and told him there was a virus. He had to delete some vital files and reload Windows to fix it. MP3s! My precious MP3s are okay! Booyah! Whoever sent it to us is on my Wattack list. Hiyah!

Rumble rumble... I feel the stirring of an approaching template change. I've been averaging one major site overhaul every two months so far. And jus a reminder that a guestbook is for signing.

Eep! Today during assembly, one of the teachers told us that three grade sevens where being followed while walking to the subway station. The guy was crouched behind a car and taking pictures of them. He ran away when he noticed that they had noticed him. A couple of minutes later, they saw him again. They ducked into a nearby store to lose him. He was later seen taking pictures of other girls from our school walking on the same route. Scary scary scary because the majority of people at my school walk home/walk to the subway....

Whew! I'm done the sonnet. True to my word, I scrapped the first three that I started. But it's done (very sappy and mushy) but not too bad. Booyah! Take that evil-anti-sonnet-writing-forces! Now to tackle the evil-physics-homework Elves... Take that! *WHAP!*

Netscape. I finally thought to look at this page from Netscape. Oh my... it's...interesting. Just so everyone knows... Site best viewed with IE 4.0 or higher

Tee hee! Pocket Bishonen. They can run, but they can't hide... ^_^. Although I don't think Ikari Gendou, Allen Schezar, Dilandau and Krillen could be possibly considered bishonen.

RAAR! Giant-Hoyan-Monster smash poetry! Raar!! The sonnet-writing is not proceeding very well. Sonnet No. 1 was too morbid, Sonnet No. 2 is too....bad.

Poetry... I have a day to write a 'highly conventional sonnet on the topic of love/death/poetry as an art form/time/changes in either the Shakespearian or Italian style.' Okie-day. No problem. I'll just sit here and stew for a couple of hours. Then I will frantically write several lines, re-read them, trash them, and bang my head against the desk until I am purple. After that, at approximately 1 am, I will finally sheepishly scrawl something in my notebook, which I will presume to call a poem the next day in English class. Peasy as ie.

Mar har. Ontario University Fair today. We're going at lunch, therefore, I miss chemistry class. Lucky! BUT. Physics test in the morning. Joy!

Very noooo~! It's the last day of summer/first day of fall. Farewell teva's! Hello boots...*sullen*

Visitor! My mom's friend from HK is visiting Toronto. Well, only for about 10 hours or so. She was in Boston, helping her daughter move into her dorm (at MIT!) when the terrorists attacks happened. She was worried about flying from Boston to L.A. (?) to HK, so she's flying up to Toronto, then to... to somewhere on the west coast, and then to HK. I think we're going out for dinner tonight, which isn't all that good, because I have to work (Quiznet tonight! Go useless knowledge!)

Heh. Moby is funny:

"Hi. I just got back from my crazy insane debauched night of post-vma celebration...Actually after the awards I went to a restaurant and had a bowl of spaghetti (penne, actually) with my friend Damian. Then we went to a quiet party and now I'm home. Sober as a churchmouse. I guess it's just another example of something that I need to learn how to do in rock-star school...

Lesson #47: Real rock-stars do not go off to eat spaghetti after winning a prestigious award.
Lesson #48: Real rock-stars do not sleep alone after winning the aforementioned prestigious award.

Like I said, I've got some learning to do regarding my rock-stardom... But the penne was really tasty. With garlic and basil. I'm getting hungry again..."

Goodbye Tickle Trunk... "Ernie Coombs, TV's Mr. Dressup, dies at 73." Mr. Dress-up was, and still is, my favourite kid's show. I remember wanting a dog because Finnegan was so cute. Drawing became my favourite hobby because Mr. Dress-Up did it, too. I remember the simple crafts made of old egg cartons, some felt and a couple of toilet paprt rolls. This may sound a little cheesy, but he made me want to have a grandpa (both of mine died many years ago) that was just like him. Condolences to his family, and thank you for being such a great friend to kids everywhere.

Sweet! October 6, 2001.

Argh! Today is not a good day. I purposely went to bed at 10.30 last night in a pathetic attempt to actually get enought sleep for once. Unfortunately, I didn't fall asleep until about 1 am, and woke up again at 4.30 am. Missed my alarm and had a frenzied 15 minutes to wash, get dressed, make my lunch, have breakfast, take out the trash and go back and put my forgotten lunch into my backpack. I get to school with 2 minutes to change into my uniform. Test in chem, essay in English. Just peachy.

Finally. Bush denounces hate crimes.

Weird search engine referral. Possibly the weirdest I've had yet: "FAN boys +English -comic -comics". All I can say is.....huh? And why did my page come up in the search results? I think I mentioned fanboys once many months ago. And now that I've mentioned them again, I'll probably show up in more searches for them. Dang. So I guess I shoud mention all the things I want to be found for, eh? Non sequitur, hoyan, kobuta, blog, weblog, and radioactive tribble, among other things. ^_^

We ruv you, Mr. Dress-up! Ernie Coombs, otherwise known as Mr. Dress-up, has suffered a stroke. :..( I hope he'll be okay.

Amen to that.

And on another note... passed 400 visits to this page. Whoop-de-doo. I haven't felt very enthusiatic about anything lately. Bubble-less. Maybe it's because of what happened last week. Or because school started. Or the fact that it's slowly getting colder and I know in my bones that summer is going to end some time or another. Darn Smarch weather...

Wow. We watched the first 7 tapes of Evangelion, Dragonhalf, lots of MuchMusic, and some Saturday morning cartoons. Yes, we have lives. Nestea consumption: 4 cans. At 7 p.m., we all went out to J's front yard and lit a candle on the unfinished stonework by her driveway in memory of all those who lost their lives this past week.

I haven't had time to read the paper yet today, but it appears M. Bush is getting ready to attack Afghanistan to flush out the people who planned the terrorist attacks. I think Wil Wheaton (Wesley Crusher...le sigh... ^_^) sums it up quite well:

"Here's my number one fear: I fear that Bush (who disgusts me, so just know that, and save your flames for someone who cares) will see this as an opportunity to look "Presidential", and bomb "Them" back to the stone age, and figure out who "They" are later. Sure, I think that we should find out who did this, and deal with them...but I fear the way it's going to be handled."

Annie May Partee! Let's see if I can withstand the effects of 10 hours of anime, with my only source of nourishment being cans upon cans of Nestea and a tin full of choco-biscuit-cigars.

Ho-hum. In the most recent poll at Asian Avenue, the following question was asked: How should the United States respond to the terrorist attacks of September 11th?

Of the 8000+ responses...
- 38% voted to "find the terrorists and then bomb them and their countries"
- 34% voted to "find the terrorists and carry out surgical military strikes against them only."
- 15% voted to "find the terrorists, capture them and try them in US courts."
- 13% voted to "work peacefully to resolve the overall Mid-East crisis"

I guess we really do want peace, don't we?

So tired...

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This will only make it worse. In the face of the tragic events this week, many people are openly expressing their anger towards Muslims or people of Middle Eastern descent. I've heard about mosques being vandalized, people being harassed on the streets, even an anti-Arab parade or sorts in Texas. Is it really that hard to understand that these people are innocent? Many of them grew up in America or consider themselves as much an American as anybody else. Have you read Jish's post today? Make sure you send him an encouraging word.

Inhumanity

I would like to quote from the poet Robert Burns, from 200 years ago.

And Man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!

It seems we still haven't learned.

~ an editorial letter to the Toronto Star.

Oh my gosh. I just found out my cousin's school is within a mile of the WTC. This whole time I thought her university campus was outside of New York, or at least, not in Manhatten.

She just emailed us and told us that all classes have been cancelled, all stores (except supermarkets and some internet cafes) are closed. Apparently some of the buildings (dorms?) are right next to the WTC and all the students who were staying there are now camped out in the indoor basketball courts. Luckily, her building wasn't evacuated, and she's okay.

It's scary. This strikes so close to home.

Jish Coverage

Kindness, bravery amid the horror

Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund

PayPal Donations to the Red Cross

To give blood: 1 800 GIVE-LIFE (US) or 1 888 2-DONATE (Canada)

Some 200 firefighters are missing and presumed dead.

I think I'm going to go off and cry now.

Please remember the rescue workers in your prayers as well.

Oh help. I can't believe this has happened. And today is the UN's International Day Of Peace. Hijacked Planes Destroy Twin Towers, Burn Pentagon. I can't even begin to imagine the loss of life. What kind of sick bastards would do something like this? It's just...I can't describe the feeling. Heard about it on the radio at school today. Please pray for the victims and their families and friends. My cousin is in New York, too. She probably wouldn't have been near the Trade Center, but I'm still worried.

Sign my guestbook. Or I will eat you. :)

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Mosquitos and black flies and bear(s), oh my! Have been back from trip for a week now, but have been too busy to write about it (mumbleSchoolmumble). The whole "I'm going to keep a daily journal and write in it religiously and record every single event thereby preserving it's memory forever and ever" plan didn't work. For one thing, was too busy and tired to even remember that the thang even existed. I did write in it for the middle 4 days, but then forgot.

After spending a day travelling (Toronto to Seattle, wait 3 hours, Seattle to Juneau), we arrived in the capital of Alaska. Very cold. And wet. And...small? We only spent a day there, so I can't say much. Briefing session at night, met all the other people on the trip and the trip leader. Most people were American, one other family from T.O. and a very spiffy lady from England (Baw-th, not Bah-th).

Left the next day. We were flown in a tiny, wobbly, woozyness-inducing 8 person plane to a little airstrip. Ate sandwhiches in the rain.

To be continued. I have to eat dinner now.

Happy 1st Anniversary! Today marks my one year anniversary of blogging. Huzzah!

Noooooooooooo~!!! Well, school has started again. As strange as it sounds (to me), I'm a grad, an OAC. We got our grad sweatshirts today (baby blue, navy lettering: "And then there were none."). For the first time, our class got to sit on the exalted Bench at the back of the gym during assembly. Mar har har. But since our grad class is atypically, indecently large (for our school), we can all barely fit in one line. Oh well. We get our gold belts tomorrow! Tra la la!

Am back. Am tired. Am dirty. Am thoroughly sick of mosquitos and rain. Will write more tomorrow.