humidity needs to die in a hole.

I was going to write something nice and happy today. I really was. And when I woke up, I was positive that I was going to have a good day.

But then I went out the door.

And it was so damn HUMID! I. Hate. Humidity. It makes my hair frizz. It makes me sweat. It makes me feel disgusting.

I promised myself I wouldn't take out my anger here. So I won't. Which is why this is so short.


I wasn't the only girl with frizzy hair though. HA. :P  <3 Fi


P.S And I apologize for being all irritating and complain-y. 

meow cat.

When I got home, there was a cat waiting for me on my steps.

It was gray, and had these huge yellow eyes.

I think it was a stray, because I've seen it around our neighborhood a lot.

And I know what you all are thinking right now.

It's probably something like "Aw, it's a cute little cat, why don't you adopt it?"

No. I love cats, don't get me wrong, but seeing a random cat on my steps that probably has rabies, AIDS, or whatever awkward diseases cats get, kind of unsettles me.

So we kind of stared at each other for a few minutes.

Me trying to telepathically tell it that it needs to move because it's blocking the door.

The cat undoubtedly trying to tell me that it wants food. 

And it started to follow me as I backed away.

Which just plain scared me.

So I ran away as fast as a could, feeling stupidly uncoordinated with my backpack and ipod headphones flapping around.

Now that I think about it, I should have taken a picture of it.


My mom tells me not to feed it or else it'll stay.... <3 Fi

i get married.

As of now, I'm proud to announce that I am officially "married".
Yes lads, that means I'm no longer single.

I'm kidding.
I'm getting married to my insane Jewish friend. Her name is Alison.


It started out as a huge joke. But my friends decided to take it to the next level.
Here's the conversation that started it all:

 Cast: (Nicknames are used to protect from creepers)

Me: An not-so-average asian girl.

Alison: An amazing Jewish girl who straightens her hair every day.

Kat: A half African-American and half White girl. 

David: A guy who wears a brown hoodie and has curly hair.

Kat: Alison, sitting next to a guy typically means you are attracted to him.

David: <looks at Alison. who's sitting next to him>

Alison: *insert heaps of denial here*

Me: Kat she's mine. Alison and Fiona, couple of the year. 

Alison: <laughs> Asian-Jew love, right here.

Kat: You should get married.

Me: I'm not buying the multi-million dollar ring.

Kat: THIS IS SO EXCITING.

The next day, I come into school with everyone knowing that I'm married.
And making assumptions.

Before I go on, I would like to let everyone know that I'm completely straight.
I mean absolutely no offense to anyone who is not like me. In fact, one of my best friends is gay.

So, moving on, everyone knows.
And it's quite embarrassing, to say the truth. I was only trying to help Alison out.

Thanks so much Kat.

But it wasn't all that bad.
Alison purchased me a strawberry flavored Ring Pop and proposed to me in a parking lot.
Because everyone knows that a parking lot is the most romantic place on earth.
That is, until we got kicked out by the store owner for "loitering".
Shame on him for not recognizing a proposal when he sees one.
I bet's he's not married. 

We're making it facebook official tomorrow.


Because we all know that it's not legit until it goes on facebook.  :D <3 Fi

glee.

So yes, I saw the season premiere.
Not on TV, since we can't turn ours on. (It has a converter box, for when TV went digital.)
On Hulu. 

I really didn't like the ending of the last season, because I feel it got too caught up in the drama, and not enough concentration on the singing. (Which is why we all watch it... right?)
And some parts, you could even tell that they were lip syncing. (The horror!)

I know, we all watch TV for the drama. But in the beginning, I had hope that this would be one of the only ones without excessive amounts of it.
But I was wrong.
Because, like in a cliched TV show, one of the girls get pregnant.
And there's all that drama.

And there's so much boyfriend/girlfriend, breaking up and getting back together, that I couldn't stand it. I mean, it's fine in moderation, just don't guzzle all the screen time having two people make out! This is a music tv show, for crying out loud!

But the premiere was pretty good.
So I'll continue watching it.
But I don't get understand all the hype about it.

Here's a link to the Glee homepage.
Just in case you haven't heard of it before.


Ta ta. <3 Fi

mail makes my life.

I love getting mail. Maybe it's because that technology is so normal, that getting an actual, physical letter trumps an email.

I don't know.

It also reminds me when I had a pen pal. We've all done that when we were young. Because it was super cool. Because sending letters was cooler than actually talking.

And because mail is just cool.
The excitement of seeing it.
The excitement of tearing the envelope open.
The excitement of battling the tape that seals it closed.
The excitement of unfolding it.
The excitement of reading the letter.

I know that when I'm older, and have my own house, and have my own kids, I'm going to hate it. Because when you're older, mail = bills that need to be paid.


And I also know because my mom hates getting the mail. <3 Fi

lots of cranes. lots of time.

This is my proud result of my 1000 Cranes Project.

This is currently my wallpaper. No big deal.

How did I do it? Well, let me explain my five year process.

1. I bought a box of 1000 pieces of small origami squares.
2. I learned how to make a paper crane.
3. I folded a thousand of them. (This took about four years.)
4. Dumped them all into a cardboard box.
5. Waited a year, thinking about what to do with them.
6. Strung them together with random bits of thread I found in my mother's sewing bag. 
7. Voila, I'm done. 

Proud? Of course I am.


But I'm never making another crane again. <3 Fi

DADDY'S HOME!

He's home from month-long business trip on the other side of the world.

I'm so happy. (:

He's suffering from jet lag, but that's okay.


I can hear him snoring on the couch downstairs. <3 Fi

lets get down to business.

Mulan is my life. And it took me until today to realize that.
How?

Because I knew all the lyrics to the "I'll Make a Man out of You" song.
All of them.
All of them.

Before you judge me, this was my absolute favorite movie when I was little. Most watched princess movies like Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast and all that jazz. But Mulan was just different.

That's love, right there.

It had it all. Ninja moves, a sassy dragon named Mushu, thrill, an awesome sountrack and hot guys.
Yes, I found Shang the army captain person mildly attractive when I was seven.
He was the major hunk of my life until I started liking real and non-Disney guys when I turned eleven.
My obsession was so complete that I was slightly jealous of Mulan.  But she was pretty awesome, so I forgave her.
And if I didn't, then Mushu would eat my face when I was sleeping.
So forgiveness was a win-win for me. 

It's also pretty dramatic. I admit to crying a few times during the movie.
Especially when Shang (*swoon*) found out she was a girl. And was all "A life for a life." and then leaving her.
You should know, that at a tender age of seven, I didn't understand how there weren't as many women rights as there was today. So quite frankly, I didn't get why Mulan dressed up as a guy, and why it was so awful that he found out. But all I knew and needed to know, was that it was sad.
Really sad.
Like burst-into-sniffling-tears sad.

I think I'm going to watch Mulan Two on YouTube now.


Shang > Edward Cullen, Justin Bieber, Jacob Black, ect.  <3 Fi

swimming sucks pt 2.

I had to do 145 situps today. Someone threw up a few minutes in. He got to sit out for the rest of practice. I was jealous.

Does that make me a bad person?


My abs hurt. <3 Fi

because everyone loves burning things... educationally

For as long as I can remember, I couldn't want to take IPS. (Introductory Physical Science) Last year, we could smell things on fire in their classroom from across the hall. Naturally, that got us fired up (Bahaha, fired up, things on fire, get it?) about taking that course the next year.

So this year, I put up with reading and signing of the safety contract.
I put up with the long talk on expectations.
I put up with learning of the format of our lab books.

Naturally, I couldn't wait for our first lab. You know, like, bring on the fire! Well, I guess I got what I wanted in a sense.
We get to heat random things up. One of them freezing and melting things over a burner.
Here's the a snippet of the intro paragraph of the lab:

We shall measure the freezing temperatures of some substances by using samples of different mass. For convenience, we shall use substances that freeze about room temperature. Your teacher will distribute test tubes containing different amounts of a solid substance. Immerse the test tube in a water bath. Heat the water until the solid in the test tube is completely melted.


Disappointing much? <3 Fi

swimming sucks.

I'm back from my first swim practice. I'm out of shape. I gained five pounds over the summer. I can barely move right now. I just ate three helpings of food.

 To make a long story short, I simply died.

 I even wrote a poem about it. Ready?

Swimming Sucks.

Looking forward for this day

For a while now

Molded into my mind like clay

September 10th, couldn't forget it somehow

From five-thirty to eight

My first swim practice would commence

I waited at home, just so I wouldn't be late

When I walked in, I should of used my common sense

I haven't exercised for a while

I gained a few pounds to top it off

I should of ran right out of there with a smile

But instead I sat down with my friends, without an itch or a nervous cough

But as the coaches started talking about how hard it would be

I should have realized right there

This isn't where I belonged. Why didn't I see?

We started and immediately everyone started started to share

how much it hurt

how it ached

But we were all alert

Because the coach wouldn't be shaked

by our pleas of help

Work harder, train harder, breathe less

But our arms felt like kelp

An hour left, God bless

Now it's finally over 

I'm home now

But unless I find a four leaf clover

I shall have to plow

Through a morning practice tomorrow

Waking up bright and early at five a.m.
Pancakes, anyone?

Gotta run. I have a FIVE IN THE MORNING practice to wake up to. </3 Fi

my spanish class.

Teaching a language must be hard. Especially if you teach a class who forgot all the vocabulary and grammar rules over the summer.
But if you have the rule of no English, it's your own problem if you have a little trouble enforcing it.

A normal conversation in my class: (If it's in italics, it means it's in Spanish)


A: The answer to the pregunta is twenty uno.
B: I got twenty cuatro.
A: Well you're wrong.
Teacher: ¡Ustedes necesitan hablar español!  
A and B:  Sorry. I mean, lo siento. 

Brief pause. 

A: I still can't believe you're going out with my ex-novio. I am so pissed and enojado at you.
B: Jeez, you're so sensitive!
A: My freaking NOVIO! What were you thinking?
B: He's bonito.
A: This is over. We are no longer amigos.
B: Fine. Adios.

 I don't know about you, but I think it's hilarious how they manage to work in Spanish words while in a heated debate about boyfriends. Just so they don't get in trouble with the teacher. Ha.

Just wanted to share that tidbit with you all.


Adios, amigos. <3 Fi

i can has a dorky movie?

I saw Diary of a Wimpy Kid. As one of the many children out there, I was an avid fan of the books, and I couldn't wait for the movie. (I even got a book on the movie at my local grocery store. Don't judge me.)
So I saw it.

And it was one of those movies that are so insanely lame that it's laughing-so-hard-it-hurts-your-gut-and-stupidly-clapping-your-hands-like-a-seal funny. For one, the actors are extremely young, so they're acting skills aren't exactly polished to a shine. One of the sad scenes (When Rowley tells Greg that they're friendship is "over".) I busted out laughing because everything was so exaggerated. From the overly mourning, to the way Rowley stalks away, from the way Greg stood there, it was amazing.

Frankly, I was surprised at the outcome. I thought that it was going to be one of the movies that butchers the entire storyline of the book it's based on. <cough> Percy Jackson. <cough> But amazingly, it portrayed everything perfectly. So kudos to the director.

My favorite quote?

... and I heard the girls talking about how cute Bryce's butt is. I mean, how can a butt be cute? It's a butt. Bahahaha <3 Fi

cause i make stuff.

I make friendship bracelets in my free time.

So....... <3 Fi

ohhey, it's vacation. now what do i do?

Labor day long weekend. Quite frankly, I have no clue what this "Labor Day" is, and I can safely bet that more than half the school shares the same thoughts as me. The only thing we can all agree on, is that we're happy it's there.
An extra day of freedom. Who wouldn't like that?

Me. Believe it or not, I actually would prefer that one day of vacation to be school. And before you start throwing accusations at me, let me explain my point.
Simply said, I have nothing to do. The swimming season doesn't start until next week. I don't have any homework. I don't want to leave the house to be with friends because it's so hot outside.
So what to do? What to do?

Nothing. Except be bored. Lovely.


I guess I'll go back to sleep. <3 Fi

welcoming the year with sweaty arms

My first day of school was hot, disgusting, and gross. I dressed smart and wore shorts. Applaud me. Please. A breakdown of my day...

7:50am: Homeroom && English. I was in the awkward situation where everyone knows one another but you. Everyone was discussing what they did over the summer. Exotic places they visited. I stayed at home. When I realized there were assigned seats, I gave a huge thank you to nobody in particular.

WhoKnowsWhen: An assembly. In which the entire grade was required to sit through another attack of rules for the school year. No texting in the bathroom. No wearing slutty clothing. No chewing gum and sticking it on the bottom of the desks. No talking in the hallways. No committing suicide in Algebra.

8:56am: Physical Ed. Health. Fitness. Whatever you call it, I have it second period. For the entire duration of 45 minutes, we sat in a sweltering hot gym, listening to an overly peppy teacher explain the new rules. But we weren't fooled. She was sweating too.


9:45am: History. I had one of those moments where you walk into a class, look around, then just scream in your head "OH. SHIT." Yep.