Maureen

Mon, 01 Dec 2003 13:36:57 GMT

ew. i used up two boxes of tissues. i can feel my insides pouring out of my nose!

feeling the need to start writing my shorts again. after college apps, we say

Sun, 02 Nov 2003 11:21:27 GMT

Matrix Revolutions is opening in Chinese theatres the same time as everywhere else in the world! Progress! Huzzah!!
I'm so freaking proud of Shanghai *tear*

elaine is EVIL

Fri, 31 Oct 2003 13:26:46 GMT

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
muruchan goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as flasher.
chiehza gives you 19 green spearmint-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
freyna gives you 18 light green peach-flavoured hard candies.
lanesa tricks you! You lose 4 pieces of candy!
wildroze22 gives you 1 blue raspberry-flavoured gumdrops.
muruchan ends up with 34 pieces of candy.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

eeeeeee

Sun, 19 Oct 2003 02:46:20 GMT

as of october 13, there is a papa john's in shanghai
we love china. *sigh*

Wed, 15 Oct 2003 11:32:54 GMT

first chinese man in space!!

heeell yeah baby!!

Tue, 14 Oct 2003 13:06:18 GMT

5 times washing my face
2 cat naps
1 bazillion attempts to inspire by myself
9 hours until essay is due
247 words
0 complete essay

never...*gasp*...going...*choke*...to finish...*retch*...essay
need to strangle something.

Tue, 01 Jul 2003 06:07:27 GMT

my boss brought dried poop to work.

it's really. really. unsettling.

Fri, 13 Jun 2003 07:40:11 GMT

my neck hurts, i'm bored, already sick of my job after one and a half week, and i'm really worried about him. needs to stop ruining his liver, the idiot boy. argh.

i'm virtuous!!

Sun, 04 May 2003 12:49:03 GMT

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Thu, 24 Apr 2003 11:40:01 GMT

man everyone is freaking out. i don't know if im being naive or not. is sars really that serious? i know there are a lot of cases, but it's only a 4% death rate. and i know it's mutating, but, come on, look at modern technology.
my mom is freaking out. talking about how we might be quarantined, stuck in shanghai. talking about how bad it is in beijing. saying i might have to finish high school in america. what am i going to do? i can't start over my senior year? how will i get my recommendations?
and they might end school on may 31. which means i have to take sats during my ap's. which is in two weeks. and then no prom.
god what is this world coming to?

Thu, 17 Apr 2003 23:00:08 GMT

i'm 17!! woohoo!!

Thu, 10 Apr 2003 10:56:51 GMT

some days. it is just so damn hard. to breathe.

i am a maaaaaaaahn!!

Sun, 05 Jan 2003 12:22:57 GMT

woe to me, my hair is so damn short i cna't even put it in a ponytail anymore. oh well i wanted to try something new. aaaaaand new story almost done i just need to finish illustrations go me!!!
muh muh muh BUAHAHAHAHAHa

wheeeeeeeeeeeee

Fri, 20 Dec 2002 03:27:45 GMT

aaaaaaaaaand
i'm off to TURKEY!!!!!

nmyaaaaaaaah

Thu, 12 Dec 2002 08:53:03 GMT

i've never been musically frustrated before. especially queer since it's exam week. but that's not the point. my tone!! i can't get it right! and my french horn is being such a piece of shit. i can't even tune it because all the tubes are stuck.
what
the fuck
what the flying fuck. i'm so pissed. i need teachers, but i don't have time. aaaaaaarrrrrrggggggggggh.
and i'm betting i failed my history. shit a brick.

fucking hell

Sun, 01 Dec 2002 04:45:52 GMT

shit shit shit
i'm writing like shit
argh! shit

what's this??

Tue, 29 Oct 2002 11:40:52 GMT

erb testing, what a fucking pain in the ass. however! in a fit of randomness, i decided to write a short story. it's very unpolished an all but oooh well!! i've been sitting on this idea for quite a while; this is just a short version though. read on, i say!!

The cool water split as she dipped her foot in. Creases of water folded beneath her as she stepped into the serene blue agua. The two moons above glowed/glittered a brilliant red and deep green. The tears shattered in the palms of her hands.

Celes swept her arm in a fanning gesture, completing the steps of the ceremony. She carefully lifted/pulled her toes from the water and stepped on to the carpet.

An apprentice assassin was a noble thing to be in this world. Of course, 10-year-old Celes didn’t understand this because she was an orphan raised by monks. But the monks had needed money and thus sold her to the guild. Celes was young and perceptive; quickly becoming adept in the arts.

Her mentor was nameless. She never granted Celes the state of personal knowing/recognition. A name is important, she said. It is your’s completely. It deems identity.

Mentor was completely devoted – and eager to prove herself. To pass the Passing and break into the world as a feared, notorious assassin. Daily, she asked the Master of the build to let her take the Passing.

And one day he granted it. Perhaps to mollify the seething soul. Or maybe Master had just gotten bored. Celes stood at the side and watched confusedly as Mentor donned her ceremonial armor. Masked, cloaked figures/strangers arranged themselves into two rows and awaited (the challenge).

Mentor swept her arm gracefully, bowed reverently to Master and then flipped into fighting stance.

Celes’ eyes blazed curiously as Mentor began the dance of luchando – snapped wrist, swung foot, and slid into shadows, always dealing fatal blows to her opponent. The two rows of strangers shortened quickly, but Mentor failed to hasten steadily as well. Each fight came to be more of a struggle.

At last, Mentor fell to the ground, a gasp of breath released. Celes felt a terrible anger at Mentor’s defeat. She rushed to her side and deftly blocked the blows of the oncoming strangers.

Celes’ maddened state possessed her being as she spun, twirled, and swept her way to the end of the two rows. Ignoring the lines of fallen figures behind her she approached the last cloaked figure.

Master’s eyes glistened with sorrow.

Celes saw only agua and sky as she maneuvered her way to triumph.

The tears.

The drops

How they glow/glisten.

And the last stranger was taken off his feet, paralyzed in the grace of failure. Celes lowered to her knees. Master looked skyward, to ask the stars, why?

What has she done? Mentor asked.

Master was stilled, looking at the sky. She has led you to your entrapment here. And she has put her career into motion.

No

What trick is this you play, Mentor demanded.

Master turned all three eyes to Celes. She has endured the Passing. She is obligated to leave, now. My child. How I pray for your young soul. Celes asked, Do I have any choice? Master shook his head. You have unknowingly brought it upon yourself. Go in paz mi hija.

The stars tingled and the water hummed a mournful song. And the tears shattered. On the ground…

hot dog!!!

Thu, 10 Oct 2002 22:57:57 GMT

sonuvaguun. i haven't updated in forever. aiyooooooh.
stupid chinese govt. i want to submit my article.
and peter needs to go sit on himself. sheeeeeeeba
happy now elaine?
>_

argh

Tue, 30 Jul 2002 13:08:01 GMT

stupid fucking @#)(*@)!_#*_!)*#. i don't understand why he won't friggin call. stupid dorkass. and i'm friggin leaving today. it's almost like he doens't want to meet up. ah. so damn frustrated.
well. going to the metropolitan later. by myself. it's all good.
argh. fuck.

har hee har hee har

Wed, 10 Jul 2002 17:03:29 GMT

aaaah!!! i haven't updated in foreverness. well, it's summer!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE. already finished camp in stanford, which was fun fun fun. highlight: going to a pro baseball game and getting on tv for cheering insanely. do we kick ass or what? i say it's practice for women's world cup 2003. me and lane are determined to get on tv more then once. BUAhahahhaha
now in dc. it's hot as hell and my brother's house is really gross. there's a huge beer keg in the basement. fun fun fun, i say. i wanna go out!! move around!! eeeeeeeeeeee. i can't for my leadership conference to start. and then off to ny it is for muoi!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAH

Sat, 08 Jun 2002 15:12:18 GMT

my respect for half the ppl in my school has now dropped into negative ranges. hi, let's go sit around on our asses and amuse ourselves by getting drunk every single week. these people have no lives and no creativity.

Sat, 08 Jun 2002 05:58:41 GMT

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Thu, 30 May 2002 23:16:58 GMT

soooooo tired. yesterday....
concert at 7 00. before i leave at 9 00, am approached by the community service teacher advisor and am asked to write an article - by tomorrow morning.
get home around 9 20. clean up, eat some food, and end up in front of the computer at 10 00.
eventually...at 12 00 i start writing the article. go to sleep at 2 00.
comprendes? i hope so.

i have a damn track meet, but my muscles are sore and i'm tired so i'm expecting it to be one of my off days. oh well. not like i thought i could beat them in the first place. i'll get home at around 7 00 and probably just drop dead.
saturday - lauren is coming!!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (my that is quite a squel)

dedicated to lanesa!!!! (eh hemm, eh hemm)

Tue, 28 May 2002 12:39:48 GMT

in honor of lanesa's oh-so-importantuh 16th bday (sweet 16 my ass) i have decided to compose...a rap. ^_^ and to the beat of the taco bell "my name is david" rap

yo yo yo
apoom poom chi, apoom poom chi
her name is elaine
her friends call her lanes
a lil girl, a youngin' - she feigns
but no more! she triumphantly cries
for there is another way
and it's lovingly called...my birthday!
go elaine, it's your birthday
go elaine, it's your birthday

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, i'm such a freak, you got a problem with that, huh? huh?
man the ending is more like a poem -_-

actua localmente y piensa globalmente

Thu, 23 May 2002 12:55:05 GMT

today is don't-flush-your-toilet day!! save some water! never mind the stench; it's all for a good cause! don't you WANT to leave a good, clean, unpolluted world to your children? yeeeeeesh.
aaaaanyways. life has been tiring. i think i'll go to sleep at 9 today. or 10. eckers. but yeah. i think i shall end with another of my lil songs. introducing the oogle-worthy murumuruCHAN!!!!

iiiiiin de jungle, de mighty jungle, de lion sleeps toniiiiight
aWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEeeeEEEeee um bum buh waaaaaaaay

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
don't ask.