Alright, my new blog is no longer here.
It's due to like the limited space that I made a new one in Blogspot.
So it's
http://paintmyliferainbow.blogspot.com
Have fun! (:
It's 1:20 in the morning. I went to bed at 6pm last night.
The plane ride. It was dry and long and stuffy and long and dreary and long and long and long. 14 hours. I almost went crazy in the end. It still felt long, but I had a lot more things to keep me occupied, so in that way it was better than last time. But this time, there were three times that I gave into ultimate nausea. I was sick, very very sick-feeling. It was bad, and I had no water or liquids. It was terrible. I started to think up what to say on this post when I still had 8 hours and 13 minutes to go. I watched a lot of the TV that was installed in the back of the seat in front of me. And then I watched another on my laptop. And then I read and finished a book. Then I started another. Then I doodled.
Then I tried to listen to my iPod, but the airplane was too loud. And so I slept. But then I felt sick again.
When we had half an hour to go, I started feeling terribly sick again. Like, very, VERY sick. I put my head in my hands and then leaned foward into the seat TV thing. And stayed there until we landed. And I was still sick when I got up and brought my luggage.
We went to the luggage carousel. It was BAD, cause we started with three luggages. And came back with seven, with five bags that we slung over shoulders. So we needed two carts, and then each one had to be unloaded, put through the scanning thing, and put back on. And I was feeling better by the second.
And then it came back. It. Came. Back. I felt terrible then, like how I felt with a stomach flu. My head was spinning. My stomach was queasing out of control. I could pressure down on my head. I was sweating. And stepped out into Shanghai. I didn't expect it to be so HUMID and hot. I was drowning in the air. And then there were gas fumes, people smoking, and my mom saw I wasn't looking good, so my sister took my luggage. I sat on the left side of the ground. And then I threw up.
And let me tell you, when you feel so sick you are about to just go insane and collapse, throwing up makes everything better. Cause all my nausea was gone. Like WHOOSH, and I was weak still, but I could walk without the world spinning, and it was awesome.
Then when I came home, everything seemed so foreign. Like I realized it, but at the same time, I didn't. More like...I realized it, but I wasn't used to it. And like it FELT different, weirdly. Like how I felt when I just moved here, last summer. There was nothing to do, so I went around, and there was just this awareness that you were in China. It's hard to explain. It just felt weird.
And I fell asleep watching TV at 6pm. I didn't want dinner, I couldn't smell or THINK about things like donuts, or pizza or anything with grease. UGH. But I felt a lot better than before, and so I went to bed and woke up at 12:30am. It's 1:35 in the morning right now. (:
Wow. That was a long post.
Hello, China. Goodbye, paradise.
Siiiighhhhh.
I am officially sick.
Though it's not bad bad sickness, like fevers where you throw up and stuff, but I have a stuffy and runny nose. And you do not how ANNOYING that is. I've missed sleep for three days straight.
SLEEP DEPRIVATION. Seriously. I am so tired. And then I have ice-skating today. I have only two lessons left, and I haven't done the axel again yet. I don't know if I have the guts--or even the strength. Siiighhh. Tough sport.
It's really hot here, in the house. I can never sleep. And I have a dreamcatcher above my head. It's prettiful.
I'm leaving in one week. ONE WEEK.
OMG must not think about what's going to happen in one week.
*hyperventilate*
Well, see ya. Savor the time I have left here.
Hitting the library today. (:
Sorry about not posting a lot these days. But with so much going on and only a week left here, I don't think spending a lotta time on internet is the best thing to do.
But when I get back to Shanghai, the update level is going to be like...KABOOM. :D
I am going to miss it so much here, and when I board that killer 14-hour-plane-ride back home, it is going to tear me apart. I have no idea how I'm supposed to survive two hours longer a plane ride that almost made me go insane once, minus the motivation. Ugh. NOT looking forward to 8th grade.
NOT.
Anyway, referring to my topic. I was wondering, if I should actually just get a blog to put all my writings on instead of a Weebly. I'll explain what I'm thinking. First of all, what would be better in a blog?
1. People would be able to leave comments under the piece I've written, giving direct feedback instead of having to go to a specific guestbook and having to refer back to the piece of writing.
2. It wouldn't stretch the page out really really long when you have all those long ones--it doesn't change the page length. Instead, it moves all your previous writings to the back pages so you always get the newest posts first.
3. Although the older writings are not in constant view, one can browse them by scrolling to the bottom and clicking "previous page" or something.
4. The categories function can help the reader pick the kind of writing they want to read, without having to browse through everything one by one.
However, what good about having a Weebly is how simple it is to maintain the websites. Dragging an element, filling it in. It's so easy it's insane. Dragging and filling--I have every single function on here nailed. I think. Or, almost all of them. And, getting a new website would mean trouble to emailing everyone and telling them that I've switched. Wait. Or not, I could just post it on this website. Yeahh.
But still.
So now I'm stuck in indecision here. And if anyone has a good blog website, please post it. I'm browsing the web for good ones.
Let me have some opinions shooting, please. (:
Cheers,
Peggy
P.S. Throughout my writing classes, I've learned that a lot of my writings have grammatical errors, whether you can see them or not. (: However, I'm going to start fixing them when I get back home--when I'm deprived of anything to do.
So bear with me about the incorrect writing until then! :D
It's the last day of Writing Camp. ):
I haven't written much about camp. But that's mainly because I've barely had any internet these days. It's heck expensive to get it here. But whatever. It's been fun, the snacks and the black-and-white movies and the writing and the shrieking and yelling and laughing and scary stories and stuff.
I've learned a lot, and stuff. Go Bailey (the dog)!
Yes, I've made friends, too. Welcome to the world of writing. x) It was so sad to depart, it was all...byebye-ish. Siiighhh.
Well, I have everyone's emails and everything. (: It's a great world out there. Some places. Some times. Yeah.
Okay, well, I produced a lot of writing I did in the camp, although I'm at a mental impasse whether or not I should put them on. You convince me. (:
I'm at a loss at what to say more. I'm done with Chapter Two of Accidents Happen. Should I post it? Hmm... maybe. Excerpts. Only individuals get the full story. >=)
Yeah, like I think I'm supposed to be planning for Accidents Happen right now. But whatever.
I have to get a move on in planning--it's like a roadblock. I can't write if I don't know what's supposed to happen. SIGH. Anyway.
The internet here is like, six dollars per 24 hours. Although at this expense, when I FINALLY get some internet, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with it. xD
Hm. So I wrote a blog post. On actually nothing in particular.
Yeahhhh....so...I'm itching to write something. In writing camp we were talking about economy, and I got kind of bored, so I wrote this segment of this story. It sucked though. So I'm not putting it on here unless I get multiple emails demanding me to. (:
Writing class is fun. A subtle, casual kind of fun. LOL like filming weird videos on someone's camera, in which I play an awesome hippy who hugs trees. x)
But it was still awesome. Hm. I guess I better go plan now.
I've done it. At the ice-rink. After digging my blade into my thigh and falling backwards, as well as bruising both knees, I've finally conjured all the guts I have and jumped the axel on my new skates.
It was terrible, and I didn't land it, but I didn't go for a third. One was enough. Well, actually, I did it twice, but the first time, I have no idea how, why, or when I slipped, but suddenly I was flying through the air in a position that is not suitable for flying through the air. Then I landed on both knees.
It was terrifying, and painful. But I knew I would never be satisfied unless I did something that actually was close to resembling an axel. So I did it again, after who-knows-how-many circles I did around the rink. It was HARD.
It took all the courage I had, but I did it again. You'll NEVER know how terrifying it was.
I almost landed it, I know I almost did. Which is kind of bad, too, cause it means I'm going to have to go back and do it again. I fell backwards after the almost-landing position, and my toepick dug into my thigh. For some reason, it's not bleeding. Hm. That's weird, cause it hurt and stung.
So the problem forms here. Will I have enough guts to go out there and do it again? Like today? It was terrifying enough, and drained all my mental energy.
I have no idea if I can do it tomorrow. I know I'll eventually have to, I have like a month ahead of me and an ice-rink to go to.
But I don't know if my guts will follow me lead.
Ugh. Ice-skating is a complex sport for the kind of play-safe mind I have.
After all, what you fear most is fear itself.
And landing badly. And pain.
Sigh. WHAT WILL I DO?!
Well, Dark wrote a poem thing for you guys who are leaving.
I don't feel like poetry. Hm...
Whatever. I don't think a short story would be suitable at a time like this. =)
Um...okay this is going to be make-it-up-as-you-go-along. Like everything else. Rough draft, I might fix it up later if it really sucks. I have a few minutes before dinner...*conjures writing skills*
I remember seeing you guys,
On that first day,
Of school.
I remember watching you walk around,
Lost,
Like me.
Confused,
Like me.
I remember thinking,
"That's gonna be a friend of mine."
I remember my efforts,
Of trying to be the best friend you could have,
I remember it all.
And the hardships,
We've all had to cross,
Throughout this treacherous
Year of middle school.
The flaws were there, but so was the joy.
Middle school was everything.
And everything we did,
We did together,
Everything we won,
We won together,
Everything we lost,
We lost together.
We were not one,
Seen as many,
But many,
Seen as one.
A year of our lives,
Has passed us by,
We've learned, we've experienced,
Together.
All those memories,
Will be ours, and ours only,
So when you leave,
And when the rest of us cry,
Just remember that there's a piece,
That will hold us together always,
That will never let us loose,
Bind us as one, even when we go,
Our seperate ways.
Our friendship, our memories, our experiences,
Yours and mine, theirs and ours,
Will last till the very last day,
When we all breathe our last breath.
And so you guys...
...don't you dare forget anything until then.
I like it for a few minutes work. I don't even feel like fixing it up. =)
Dinner's waiting.
You guys who are leaving, good luck wherever you're going!
We'll all miss you!
It’s been a great 7th grade year. One of the best, years I’ve had, I think. There’ve been hard times and good times, but they all say that the good times will live on, while (most of) the bad ones will fade themselves away from your memory.
That bus ride back home today was one of the most memorable I’d had, because after all the speeches and presentations we had today, I thought about a lot on it. About all my memories of SAS…and how they were just left behind like that. About everything I’d done this year, all my new friends, new experiences, my expanded acquaintance with the world around me…
When the bus drove out of the parkway and we saw all the teachers standing and waving…it was almost like I was having flashbacks.
I still remember the first day of school, I was so nervous when I walked down the hallways, wondering if I could get to my classes without being over, like, a gazillion minutes late. And when I found my locker, and when I worried that I would have nobody to eat with during lunch. It was good that I met Dianna, then, however weird I thought she was. She thought I was weird too, which is weird in itself, ‘cause like…everyone wears ponytails. Like, seriously. And so I helped her with her lock ‘cause we were the last ones to our next class ‘cause she couldn’t get hers to open. She had Mr. B help her and Mrs. McDaid help her too, at one point or another. It was funny. And my first evaluation of each teacher, which a lot weren’t really accurate, because I deemed Mr. B as “one of those strict, mean, old, college-professor nerdy teachers”, and only part of that was right. Which part, you can figure that out for yourself.
And then there were the times when I was working myself to my own limits of exhaustion, when everyone was complaining about this assignment or that test or how they were all happening at practically the same time…
Or the times when we had something awesome to look forward to, like a party, or the end of a test, or a Myg Nite or China Alive…
You learn a lot in 7th grade. Though a majority of it didn’t come from the actual learning part in classrooms they intend for you.
Life is too short for the gazillions of experiences you can have in one lifetime. Much too short. You’re put into this world for only such awhile, why waste it on things like doing homework and counting each second on the clock? I mean, that same time, you could be skydiving over the Gobi Desert, or scuba diving around a great white shark 50x your size.
And have experiences that a lot of people in the world will never have. So when you set out for summer holiday, absorb as many things as possible, and remember that things will go by only once, and that life is never only just a dress rehearsal.
School takes up 20% of your life, about. Don’t waste it on moping and suffering, though that’s just so easy to do when you’ve got so much work going on. Flunk a test, or yell at a teacher, experience all the things you can while you’re at it. 7th grade is gone, and you’re never going back.
8th grade is coming…
…so let’s freak out together.
I never expected time to fly by so quickly. One day you’re twelve years old, and suddenly you’re 13 and a year away from high school. After high school, it’s college.
There’re so many things to do in the world, and so many different marks to make. Real life doesn’t start after college, or so many people might think, real life starts now. Your chance to change the world and to pursue your dream has already been running for over a decade.
The time is now.
To you all who are leaving, have fun wherever you’re going. SAS will miss you if I don’t [just kidding. (: ], and wherever you all are going, there’ll be a fresh new place to start making memories and friends.
So here’s to everyone: follow your dreams, do crazy things, and don’t leave this world in the end without being glad that you did.
I am now...officially 13 years old. YAY!
Well, the Amazing Race wasn't REALLY like...and "Amazing Race". I guess for more accuracy, it could be called "Let's Walk All Around Shanghai And Do Random Stuff Within The Time Limit". Yeah, it was fun anyways though. I did a lotta planning with Dark for the many upcoming issues of ADITLOAOMT (now known as BC--for the Bman Chronicles) and I took tons of pictures and saw a lot of Shanghai. And it rained. And I ate a lot, and Mr. B didn't even walk as slow as I'd thought.
The bad thing? WE HAVE A HUMANITIES PRESENTATION ASSIGNMENT. I mean, it's the END OF THE YEAR and we have all the goodbyes to say and they throw in one more project? Jeez, seriously, right after this post I am going to write a LONG protest about that and post it on its seperate temporary page, and email it to all my friends. Take action, people. We are at liberty to speak OUR opinions--it's US going to school anyways.
Thus fits the topic of my Humanities Essay Topic anyway, that I'm supposed to present--The PRESSURE OF SCHOOL.
Like...seriously.
Anyway, I'm off to work on it and make it super-vocab-ish and convincing. And harsh, maybe. D: I hope they don't kill me. It's speaking our minds, right?
Cheers,
A-Now-Officially-Thirteen-Teenage-Author,
Peggy :D
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