Michael Phelps!!!

This is probably one day late, but I find this really late! I should've posted the minute Jason Lezak touched that board.

Well, congrats to the "greatest" Olympian of all time. MP definitely deserved this. But you gotta take in the fact that no one else could've done this. Other sports in the Olympics don't have as many events as Swimming does. But still he had to do what other people really can't do. He had to win when we expected him to win. Teamwork or individual, he still pulls the U.S. to the top with his perfect structure for swimming.

I know it's probably a little cliche to say that I AM obsessed with MP. He's just the best. He's even the most humble guy out there. He doesn't brag about having won eight gold medals in one Olympic game or breaking eight record, most of which were his.

It wouldn't be fair for me to say that in the relays, that Michael Phelps did all the work or without him they wouldn't have won. It's really a team effort. MP just pushed them further. One of the most amazing things I've ever seen was the time split between Lezak's and Bernard's finish. The other has to be MP's 1/100 split which gave him his seventh medal.

GO PHELPS!! Hope swimming brings you further into your career!

Well, well, well!

I said I was going to be in the library from 3 to 9 before the exam and cramming for it and raising my pitiful 'B' to and atrociously excellent 'A', which I did'nt go do. And now I regret not doing it, 'cuz I bet it would've helped me a butt load if I had done it. On the test and in class, at the same time. And I'm pissed now that I have to wait for the results when they arrive on a Monday in the third week of July, that's when summer vacay is almost over. "What the hell! I have to wait three months!" is what I'm thinking. And guess what? There's only two more weeks of school, and the teachers are cramming all these class and home work in so they can get a LOT of grades. This just stresses me out even more. My stress meter is so high up there that it surpasses Mt. Everest and might even explode like Mt. Sohcahtoa... or what ever that volcano's called. And I'm pretty sure that SOHCAHTOA is a trig thing. Nevermind. See I'm so stressed that I'm only speaking in geometry. LOLZ!

Relieved

That Euro AP exam was so HARD! i thought i did pretty well for myself though. not very high standards. but i'm now waiting for the grades when they come in the third week of July!!! now i'm off to a good night's sleep! ~yawn

AP Exam Stress

Okey dokey, guys! So I won't be posting anytime soon. Cuz I have a European AP Exam to test for. No need to see if I will be posting anything up. Cuz I'll be in the library with Adams from 3 to 9 for the next two weeks earning a butt load of points to raise mine to an 'A'! And with the extra practice, I'll rape that test like no other's have raped before!

Fated to Love You 命中注定我愛你

I have ABSOLUTELY fallen in LOVE with this show. It's only got like four episodes so far, but it's gotten fantastic reviews and ratings for this show. I love Chen Qiao En and Ethan Ruan's performance. It's magnificent. But the latest episode which was four, I think, you get to see ep. five's preview and I think that if I were married to Ji Cun Xi I'd pick Dylan, he's WAY more considerate. Dylan actually cares, and I think those feelings for Xin Yi will develop. What a great romantic comedy. Can't wait to see what happens with this love quadrilateral: Anna-Cun Xi-Xin Yi-Dylan. YEAH ep. 5!

Torchwood

My new favorite show on BBC is Torchwood. It's a spin-off of Doctor Who about Captain Jack Harkness (first pic), and his Torchwood team who chase and find out more about aliens that come out a rift that runs through Cardiff. OMG it's really exciting! Well it's more about Captain Jack's mysterious past and every characters' sexual orientation. At least every one of the members have had a sexual encounter with the same sex. And there's one thing that I like about Jack. He'll shag anyone who's gorgeous enough. He's so superficial, just like all of us are really. Don't we just look at people for what they look on the outside and not who they really are on the inside? Think about that. It's a real thinker.... Well that's all I have to say about Torchwood. Check it out on BBC on Saturday nights.

A Farewell to Legend Lydia Sum Din-ha, Ah Fei Fei

Just several days ago, TVB Legend, Lydia Shum, or better known as Fei Fei (肥肥) or Fei Je (肥姐), passed away. She had been battling liver cancer for four years. She died peacefully with her family and daughter, Joyce Cheng, by her side making her happy at the last moments.

I felt so sad. I even cried. She was such a wonderful actress that I couldn't bear to see hear leave like that. It was even worse when I saw a picture of her uber skinny.

This sadness magnified when Mr. Madison, our media teacher passed away. Everyone who knew him personally was so down. They wore black and I felt their sorrow. And when there were these kids who just think it's another joke. I was just so angry at them, it's a life. This was a person who once lived and breathed the same air as us. They should be respected.

吳尊and羅志祥 wish all a happy new year!!

Yes. Yes they do. Show Luo says he'll spend his new year with his fans every year. His fans give him red envelopes but he says they have no need to waste their money on him (he has plenty after all). But he will make the one he gives to his mother an especially thick one! Well, on the other hand, Fahrenheit's Wu Chun spent his New Year with his family with his luggage exceeding over 80 kg! Wow! We all understand! He needs to buy things for his family. He's just being a good son... what a nice guy he is. And even better he gave his Taiwanese fans big envelopes. Back in Brunei he hopes to open up a restaurant where there will be pictures of him and his work. He does know how to do business doesn't he? He's all set for life. Hope it works out!

Each member of Fei Lun Hai has a blog, so if you're a fan you HAVE to visit them! P.S. Da Dong's the one who often updates his blog!

Da Dong's Blog
Ah Lun's Blog
Wu Chun's Blog
Chen Yi Ru's Blog

To Wish All a Late 新年快樂!

O.K. now, I forgot to say Happy New Year five days into the lunar new year. Since I'm Chinese, it's a little obvious that I celebrate this joyous of all traditional holidays! So I have to say this to everyone or else I DEFINITELY WILL forget!

新年快樂!

I got SOOOO much money, but it still wasn't nearly as much as I received last year or the years before. But at least I got a lei see from the restaurant, my first job by the way!!!

I LOVE JIRO AND ARRON!

Just like the title says, "I LOVE JIRO AND ARRON!" And you can quote me on that. You know why i love them? They're just so cute! Kawaii!! ~好可愛~
So one day I'm on the internet searching on google on info about Arron. I come across this forum and I read on every post about Arron having a crush on Rainie. That's soooooo adorable.

Super Bowl XLII

WOOT THE GIANTS WON is all I can really say, but I'm gonna brag about it anyway. I always knew that they were going to win. Maybe Brady and the Pats were too confident and let the Giants, super underdogs, get to them. Neh, that's not the real reason. Eli Manning just played a great game. Their plan was to get the QB and they did. That's what gave them the chance to win. Like Tom Brady said before the game, "All you need is a chance." Besides the Pats have already won three Super Bowls in Brady's time. It's time Baby Manning got his time to shine. Now that Eli won and named MVP, Peyton's shadow has now faded away... YEAH MANNING!

Fahrenheit!

I absolutely love this band! They're cute, charming and they have the most magnificent voices ever! There're four of them: Wu Chun, Calvin Chen, Arron Yan, and Jiro Wang. They each happen to represent a season [in the picture from left to right]:

1. Wu Chun-Autumn
2. Arron Yan-Winter
3. Jiro Wang-Summer
4. Calvin Chen-Spring
   

Of the four I absolutely love Arron. 他是可爱的. Very ko ai! Just LOOK at him! He's just too adorable! Although I do like the others also, I just had to point out Ah Bu's cuteness!
I love the commercials for 7-eleven, with S.H.E. just go to youtube and type in fei lun hai commercials. I also love the first album promo where they kiss each other, so HOT!


Also check out their new album, Two-Sided Fahrenheit! Out NOW!
I'm getting mine pretty soon. You can order it on yesasia.com.

Peace Out! To send you guys off, I give this MV for you. ENJOY! P.S. This is the best song to play when you buy or rent a new place =]!



Check out these links to the vids:
Fahrenheit Kisses
Fahrenheit Promoting New Album in Hong Kong
Fahrenheit Doing Tongue Twisters

An Untimely Death: Heath Ledger

I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT. I was in the car on the way home when I heard something about a death that involved drugs, a 28 year-old, and a two-year-old child. It was on the sports talk radio so I didn't really expect it to be a movie celeb. I thought it would've been a football dude or something. Then I come home, run up to my room to check my e-mail. Before I checked it, I saw Heath Ledger's face which caught my attention. I read the depressing article which made even more shocked. I WAS SHOCKED! ABOUT TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK SHOCK! I mean I never expected this wonderful actor to DIE! UGH! Now I almost have no more hope for movies especially with the Writers' Guild Strike and all. STUPID WRITERS gone and fucked up my movie year. I usually see all movies, but I didn't late 07 and early 08. UGH BORED!!! I have to be on facebook all the time chatting away with my highschool euro teacher, what a bummer. EK I have no life. Maybe I'll go see Meet the Spartans on Friday and maybe Juno with my fellow companions this weekend. Yippee!

NFL WINS: Pats and Giants

Woot! The Pats win (always knew that). Undefeated 18-0. Then the next amazing game for the NY Giants. They definitely deserved it. First they beat the Cowboys (Romo's own damn fault for going on vacay with Jessica. Maybe you should've thought about the team's feelings of not being able to have a chance to be able to play in the Super Bowl), then they take on the Green Bay Packer's and steal their win. Manning had so many misses. They were on the verge of winning, but a flag pulled them into an overtime. With Favre (why is it spelled that way anyway?) passing an interceptor to Webster which in turn let the Giants' win with Tynes' miracle field goal. Man was that a game!

Two weeks till the Super Bowl in Feb. Pats vs. Giants!

Taking Matters into My Own Hands: LIfe and Death

Okay, so I haven't gotten my learner's permit yet, so technically I can't drive. I've been learning to turn, break, and other basic stuff on the weekends. So today we had a tornado warning right after the dismissal bell rung, and they (the school officials) held us in for another thirty minutes. I was kind of mad. (if you get what I mean. It's afterschool hours and you're held inside a humid school for a whole half hour.) My mother picks us up, and we have to pick up my cousin who's in primary school. We get there and have this huge argument on who should go out in the pouring rain and retrieve the poor kid. My mother decides she will go. She doesn't come back for a while, and cars are beginning to move. My cousins and I are panicking. So here is the dialogue in the most anxious thirty minutes of my life.

Cousin 1 (to me): Climb over to the driver side and drive
Me: I can't, I'm just a learner! Can't drive without a certified license adult in, HUH LO!

We wait a while, and cars start to move. NOOOOO! I have no choice, but to walk out and go to the driver seat and drive. I do and the first thing I do is grip the wheel like my life depended on it. I floor on the gas pedal and pull bac rapidly.

Cousin 2: THAT WAS SCARY!

I start to become afraid. Afraid that i would hit a teacher or a little kid or a car. I turn a few turns and finally I see my mom. She looked angry. She was looking for the car and she couldn't see us, so i honked at her. She went and got little cousin and came back.

I was practically hyperventilating. My hands were trembling and my complexion was pale. I was SICK!

Conclusion? Well, we all know I will never be a good driver...... besides I don't want to drive ever again. Maybe I'll just hire my own chauffeur and make him drive me everywhere. =)

Haruki Murakami: On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."

"Strange."

"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

Disclaimer: I didn't write this! It was written by Haruki Murakami. I just like this story and it's influence on the manhwa 100% Perfect Girl by Wann (check it out here http://www.netcomics.com/comic/100perfectgirl.htm).