I should be productive ...

Can creativity, in itself, be called productive? I'm sure there's SOMEONE famous out there that's said something about something being productive about creativity. Or art. But there's probably nothing about the human attraction to automated pixels. Which is depressing. Because who knows!? Maybe there IS something productive about this undeniable attraction I hold for this blank screen? Actually ... it's not blank. There's an amazon tab, a "how to jump start your car" tab, a tudou tab, and ... a blogger tab. And that's for one thing. Then there's my itunes, my skype, and my other THREE documents (the actual productive stuff). So the big question for today is, how productive to computers actually make us?
Sure, with the internet, I can do research like semi-instantaneously, BUT I seriously can get distracted like ... semi-instantaneously. And with my DOCTOR APPROVED add, this whole computer thing is a liability to my education.
And yet there's this voice in my head that's screaming, note SCREAMING, at me that "YOUR COMPUTER (with internet access) IS NOT A LIABILITY".
So the debate continues, in my head (does this make me crazy?), as the other voice in my head (the wise ... slightly motherly one) says "do your homework, you wake up at 4:00 a.m. tomorrow". Bless her.

pro-cras-tin-a-tion, out of the many qualities why this one?

Out of all the amazing (and appreciated) qualities i have been blessed for, my extreme procrastinator (not a word, but is one staring ... NOW) has been the biggest thorn in my side. It's been like .. the foil in the microwave to my sad little dinner, the water in the acid (its acid goes into water, not water goes into acid right?? ahhh... wtv, chemistry is BOOORRING) and etc. procrastination ... i really need to curb it down, but wtv. After finishing the take home test with Megan i slept for like three hours, it was awesome.

some family pictures!!!

except ... i'm not in a lot of them because it was my second brother's high school graduation and I was in orchestra instead of at the graduation.

WAIT.

don't get me wrong! i was there! in total support of my brother! i promise! but the orchestra plays the songs for graduation so whilst my happy family took pictures with my brother i was stuck playing graduation music T-T


family celebrating!!


family celebrating + good friend steven(white), stephan(korean), harry(indian)


the boys of the "family" + good friends green robed (Samuel) short asian (Samson) Korean (Stephan) Indian(Harry)

all the family (minus one daughter) at nokia center about to go in, orchestra was warming up at this exact moment lol =) either that or we were packing up ... depends on when this was taken ... ahaha idk

pictures

I have not posted any pictures and since no one really reads this (sad, but true, I'm no egotistical person, but it does hurt to know that, but hit me up one facebook/myspace, okay ... I guess I am an egotistical person, wtv) but since no one reads this it doesn't really matter if I post pictures. And I'm going to post pictures, only so I don't seem like a creeper to Eu Fern (the girl I commented on) btw, I am not a creepy 40 year old stalker man, i promise, i promise, i promise. I am Serena Tang, 15 years old, etc. I knew you when you were little, even though I hardly remember, I'm somewhere in your photo albums I promise.

ANYWAYS.

here are better ... ish pictures of me. I still look weird, but wtv.



this is me ... being eaten my a lion!!



me looking worried/scared, i look like a ... worried ... cat?? idk, i look funny


i look weird ... my eyes look big ... idk... maybe zoe wasn't lying that my eyes are big ... ahahaha


another picture of me in my pj's ... no make up ... blah, i look gross, but not too gross wtv.



Serena is being silly!!! =)



i'm being chinky ... just for you my racist good friends. for rearry. punks.




im being an egotistical maniac, pictures pictures pictures, of me me me. eww. sorry.



my oldest brother(in the brown) and BIG TEX the great one.


Lauren and me, being SILLY!!! again, ugly but WHATEVER

Childhood can haunt you ... really? Haunt? Or merely cast a warm protective shadow over? RANDOM.

So an old friend of my family is staying at our house for a bit and it was interesting to see him again ... not like I remember him. His name (english name) is jason, but i think it's like jia sien ... or something. Anyways, so my mom was talking to him about old times (like when i was four ... considering im fairly stupid ... i really didn't remember it) We talked about how his family was, apparently his sister has a blogger (I'm going to comment her later, she seems pretty cool, of course I'm quite embarassed at my scanty little blogger comparatively to her's [ her brother showed us hers, im no stalker walker ... its hard to walk to malaysia anyways]) *i think i got the brackets/parantheses messed up in math its always [()]. And bytheway its not that I'm STUPID, it's just that I HATE math. Really I do. Forbid. An asian that hates numbers.
ANYWAYS
So I'm planning to go hit her blog up later and stuff see if she even knows who i am. lol. So it was pretty interesting, because apparently back in the day her brother and I used to be buddies, by buddies I mean like cute little gf/bf. CUTE LITTLE, not like gf/bf, the cute little "awww look how cute those two little kids look" kind of thing. So my mom was really pushing to look through "the girl's" blog. By "the girl's" I mean ... *warning long not making sense description coming up* the brother of the brother that my parents love to call peter pan for some unknown reason except that that he was my "boyfriend" when i was like what? three, wtv, sister.* see? it just seems easier to call her "the girl" but i think her name is eu fern, but since i don't officially know her ... it seems sort of stalker-ish to call her by her ... what i think is her name, name. you know? Whatever.
ANYWAYS.
My mom was really pushing to get a picture of ... jia ... ahn? idk, so I looked through her blog (if you're reading this i PROMISE you im not some creepy stalker-ish girl with no life and etc. blame my mom) and i couldn't find any, so i was like wtv doesn't matter. and then jia sen ... *jason* was like "you should totally talk to her" and i was ... k ... she seems pretty cool so it was more of like ookkay with a smile and thought process kind of okay. thought process being "how do i greet a 14 year old girl via the INTERNET, internationally without screaming CREEPER?? idk, im trying to figure it out.
and then i was like ... oh yeah, i have a blogger, my inside voice was like "yeah ... that thing you never get on? that? a blogger?"
so i was like whatever, i have a blogger (if you count one post consisting of a blogger) but i don't have a friendster (apparently lots of asians get on friendster) so i was like okay =)
so i chilled. ja sien and my brother went camping (oldest brother, second one tis in boston)
and then i went out with a friend, went shopping, bought some crap, watched a movie (nick and nora's infinite playlist, and was not expecting it to be what it was tell more later) and then came home went on facebook/myspace (got home at 12) and started writing this. but then i was like " i don't have a picture of myself on this thing" and inside me was like "you don't have a GOOD picture on anything" so ... i just put a random picture of me in my pj's messing with my phone/camera phone. awesome technology btw. i LOVE nokia. samsung ... its been good but ... its over. its you not me.
ANYWAYS.
so i put up a picture, its really bad, the lighting is gross and look weird, but wtv, it could be worse. i have no make up one (but when do i really ever put make up on ... its too annoying, and who would put make up on before they go to sleep??) but i look bad, but anyways does it really matter? im just trying not to look like a creeper, i say its a good enough picture.
So now I have a picture of me, a long post of randomness, and ... what else? I COULD complain about life's randomness and unjustice, I COULD rant about the upcoming election and how STUPID my friend Kyle is (Obama's energy policy is just stupid, and his economic policy SCREAMS that he's a flaming socialist. Take from the rich to help the poor, okay it sounds nice and all, and like freaking robin hood, but unlike the world of robin hood, everyone in AMERICA is equal, and that means they have an equal chance of getting money "supposedly" *DON'T GET INTO IT*, which means that it's unfair to TAKE FROM THE RICH, and give to the poor, it screams SOCIALISTS/COMMUNIST, everyone is equal, share the lovin' around etc")
I COULD, rant about that, or school, or people that just ANNOY the crap out of me, I could talk about my day shopping? The movie I went to? How I fell asleep in the middle of this post? Or life?
I choose ... semi ... all of the above.
So nick and nora's infinite playlist ... cute ... and there was an unexpeted sex scene, that was kind of like "wtf ..." True they didn't show anything, but that they still "consummated" was kind of awkward ... okay ... very awkward. And then the vomit scene ... ahahaha ... vomit. You'll know when you see.
Shoppping ... was ... well ... we only went to like three stores, and we spent FOREVER. V bought a TON, I bought ... very scanty. Which in comparison to how her dad is going to react to mine ... is very very good.
What else ... I'm going to a debate tournament, Oh wait ... I always go to those, no big deal wtv. I NEED to practice ... my all-state/all-region music sounds BAD, but i'm too busy T-T, but that's no excuse blah.
Going to Alley Cats tomorrow ...
OMG
This post has become a schedule.
BACKTRACK.
Hi. I'm Gnat Aneres.
I'm 51 old years.
I got to Loochs.
I have two Srehtorb.
And a dog named Tito.
I'm in every academic competition you can mostly think of.
I'm in all ap/pap classes.
I'm retarded at sports ... like hand eye cordination is like mentally slow hands and bewildered eye.
But I'm good... at the things I do.
I'm a runner.
I run.
Or nur.
Wtv.
I love chilling with my friends.
I'm pretty relaxed most of the time.
I get NO sleep, but I love the idea of GETTING it.
I am a CHRISTIAN.
I play the violin, I sing in Choir, I play the harp, I play the cello, and I really shouldn't mention it, because I suck at it SO much ... but I play ... the piano ... since I was three but I still sound like a three year old playing the piano ... okay not that bad, but its bad.
I'm a thinker.
A self labeled philosopher.
I am who I am.
And only God, my maker, can change me.
WOAH.
When did this post become a bio about me?
Apparently JUST NOW.
So i'm going to start ranting about politics.
Obama/Biden vs Mcain/Palin.
Truthfully, Palin does seem a little unqualified to be our VP, but you know what? I love that! We're at a time where we are in a RUT, of fat old men (loosely say fat, they're old, they're happy, they're rich wtv) Palin, is just America needs, someone who is UNQUALIFIED, someone who is different. Someone who can really help America domestically, and add some spice internationally, but if she get to crazy, MCAIN, comes in. Duh. Fat. Old. and Man to boot. He's the traditional rut America is used to, to keep the people happy.
You know what would suck (btw, if you didn't catch it, I'm jumping through ideas) if Palin's daughter decided on having an abortion, OMG, the press would go CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY. I would CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY. (Mcain/Palin being AGAINST abortion makes the daughter's act completely ... horrible)
But I don't think it would happen. (Another idea jump) Anyways, I've hardly ranted about politics as much as I should, but wtv. Now on topic of commenting "the girl" should I comment her post, or her friends? idk. I'll ask on facebook.
I'm out. Gtg to church.

Opinons

Why do people try to force their own opinions onto you?
Have you ever had that happen (you're having that happen RIGHT now), isn't it annoying?
I think so.
I'm just annoyed, fed up, pissed off, and that's why I want a perspective all my own.
I'm too diplomatic (nice word for "I don't want to create any drama, but I still want to vent my woes") to post this somewhere where someone can read it ... well someone who might create a problem, but first I'll start off with my day.

Ever felt intimidated? Scared?
I've always said, the best weapon for any occaision is looking fabulous. Sounds vain ... I know, and it is, but it's also very true. If you're about to confront a total ... biatch, and about to tell her she's a total ... biatch, then it's better to look hott rather then not hott, and even better ... hotter then her. If you're about to die ... rather be remebered gorgeous then not. If you're going to go to a warzone the best weapons ... looking dead shot gorgeous (you may quote that). It works like this ... people (males) get distracted easily, look hott, and its easy. Of course there are exceptions, the exceptions being the whole male population, and some certain situations, but it works.
Anyways, I was not prepared. My weapon was my defense of the whole "I don't give a crap" aura kind of thing. Totally not true. I did. But oh well, I had only a smudge of eyeliner, and a fake smile on my face and I went to the party, with my two sizes too big jeans and T-shirt. Mmmm sexy.
I was really scared I would turn out to be the dorky girl in crappy wear surrounded by hott girls in swimsuits. I didn't. A friend let me borrow a swimsuit (one piece, my tummy is now ... white, but it never turns WHITE, thank goodness I'm asian, huh?) and it hugged my curves (for an asian I'm rather veloptuous, however you spell that stupid adjective) and made my legs look fat, but I'm not making a stupid girly blog about how I gained/lost weight toda so I'll stop there. But anyways my eyes now hurt, and my skin stings, but today has made me change my philosophy.
Maybe the best weapon is confidence.
But looking great can give you confidence.
So it's a tie, but whatever.