Update…

Hey people…I, uh…confess to abandoning this blog…

I’m sorry Blog.  So, so sorry.  You must have died of starvation…and, and…dehydration…and I’m so sorry.  Will you ever forgive me, Blog?  You won’t?  Nooo!

You know what?  Fine.

I have another blog, anyway…

So…here’s my big update…in the very beginning I started a BlogSpot blog…and because my indecisive mind demanded me to, I tried a WordPress blog, too.  I experimented with both a bit…and decided that I’d just stick with BlogSpot…even though WordPress does seem to have more features…but…oh well.

If anyone happens to stumble upon this blog, or if the readers of this dying blog feel so inclined, click here to be directed to the blog I have not abandoned.  I promise you I will post more often.

You don’t believe me?  I’m hurt…what would I ever do to…oh, wait…okay, so you have a point there…but…b-b-but…this time, this time, for sure.  If you don’t believe me, click on the link I have so nicely provided, or…this link right here works too: http://mynotsosalientlife.blogspot.ca/

So…even though my dear WordPress blog is having a hard time forgiving me, it is with a heavy heart that I take out my shovel and bury this blog.

Goodbye.

 

See you on BlogSpot, yes?

Once Upon A Time In French Class…

Here’s something I wrote way back on June 5th, but I decided that I had better things to do like reading, and eating, and did I mention reading? was busy with exams and later summer school.  I was bored out of my mind today and was sitting on the floor, staring at the wall and waiting for something interesting to happen found some time on my hands today, and decided to catch up on some posts so…

Today in French, the day was starting out as expected.  Until my French teacher mentioned something that really made me snap.  Although not in an angry way.  The way where it pulls at your heartstrings and makes you cry.

What he said, reached deep into my heart and struck a sensitive chord.  I felt the unexpected tears forming in my eyes a moment later.  I quickly blinked to rid myself of my humiliating tears.  Who wants to see an unstable girl, crying?

No one.

People already think girls are too sensitive as it is.  No need adding more fuel to the fire.  Ready to know what it is that he said?  Well, let me tell you…
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You’ve Reading It, I’ve Read It, Therfore We Should Discuss It. ASAP

In English a few classes ago (May 11th, if I recall correctly), I glanced behind me, for some unknown reason, and you’ll never believe what I saw.  I saw a guy (let’s call him guy #3).  Reading a book.  And not just any book, but The Wizard Heir.  Ohmygosh…I read this book is gr.7 and I fell in love with it.  I went crazy, and I bothered my only two friends about how much I loved it.  I even  purposely told them that I really liked this guy in the book, to make them read it, and guess who it was.

The Wizard Heir was one of the first YA books I’ve ever read.  I’m telling you, I loved, loved, loved, it.  I think I may have even teared up a bit when I read it, not because it was sad, but because of the entirety of the book, because of how epic it was.  It was one of the best books ever.  Truly. Continue reading

Some stuff about me…

I am a girl, an Asian girl.  I am an Asian girl who’d like to type out a few things about me.  I am 15 years old, and I like stuff.  I like stuff that interests me…I honestly have no idea where I’m going with this…so, keep reading if you have extra time to waste…


Well, well, well…

You want to know more about me?  Hmm, how much detail should I go into?  Should I delve into my deep dark secrets? No? Yeah, you’re right, you probably aren’t tough enough to handle my secrets because they’re too dark for you…

Okay then, how about I list 15 things about me, since, I’m 15 years old…yes?  Okay, good.

1) My name is Elizabeth Chang (but you probably already know that)

2) I love reading to a fault (seriously.  I have almost failed tests because I can’t bring myself to put down a book)

3) I have an unusual liking to the colour purple (especially dark purple…)

4) I know what hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is, and I can spell it, without consulting a

dictionary (can you?)

5) I hate math (I’ve been hating it ever since elementary, and will hate it forevermore.  If you know me well, you’ve probably heard me say something along the lines of “there is not a strong enough word to describe my hatred for math”)

6) I take piano lessons (I’m torn between loving it, and disliking it very much.  I love it when I play the music I love, when I want, but when it comes to piano exams, I’m a bundle of nerves, and I hate it.)

7) I passed all the levels in swimming, and got a medal (It took me forever to get from level 1 to level 10, unfortunately my little sister beat me to it.  I am ashamed.)

8) I played Charlotte in Charlotte’s Web. (Best decision ever)

9) I have a sister (Isabelle) and brother (Michael) whom I adore very much (although the latter drives me to the point of insanity more times than I can count, but the former makes me laugh to the point of passing out more times than I can count)

10) I collect erasers (over 200, but I’m starting to see how useless this is, if I never get to use them)

11) I love dancing (I specialize in Chinese Dance, but learn a variety of others as well)

12) I won 1st place and 2nd place in Chinese Dance competitions (It was worth it.  For all the pressure my instructors put on me to smile and look lively, those trophies are now…sitting on a high shelf, collecting dust…)

13) I have over 30,000 books on my TBR list (The list is getting longer everyday, and it saddens me that I will never be able to read all those books in one lifetime)

14) I love photography (I take pictures of the strangest things sometimes)

15) I’m shy.  Super shy. (So shy that I speak only a bit above a whisper when I get nervous, and too shy to buy things)

Well there you have it folks, my very, un-secretive, and un-dauntless list of facts about me.

If people are actually reading this, and you want to know more…leave a comment or something…

Buzzfeed, you’re awesome :)

Buzzfeed has made my day.  I read a post from Buzzfeed called 27 Completely Innoncent Images That Will Bother You For Some Reason.  These were some of my favourites, but you can click here to see more.  🙂

The strange uniformity of these bubbles:
These bubbles scare me.  A lot.  Have I ever mentioned I have a phobia?  Trypophobia, to be exact.

I get the shivers just thinking of it…

This stickman with a booty:
Oh, this made me laugh so much.  Notice anything different about this person?

This mysterious window:

This is a strange, strange building.  Who builds ONE window on ONE side of the building?  Who?!

Reading Buddies (: —-> ): —-> D :

On Tuesday 21st, 2015, I went to my first session of Reading Buddies, and actually read to a “little buddy”.  I was a bit nervous, but I made it through.

When I first got there at 3:45, I spent 15 min, anxiously waiting for the kids to arrive.  Wouldn’t it have been extremely awkward if you had a group of teens, sanding there, waiting for kids who never came?  Yes, it would.

At 4pm, they finally arrived.  Woo hoo!

But, when I saw the girl assigned to me, I started to reconsider how much I really wanted to do this.  My “buddy” was named Gillian, (currently in gr.2) and right from the start, I knew we were not going to be the best of friends.

She didn’t say anything bad, but she had this aura about her…sure she said “hi”, and waved, she seemed innocent enough, but her body posture proved otherwise.  Her arms were crossed, and she shifted her weight onto one leg.  And she had these eyes…that could bore into mine, and it felt very uncomfortable.  It really gave me the impression of her not wanting to be here, and it just made me feel upset that she wasn’t enjoying the experience.

Ah well, there’s no turning back now.  She picked a book to read, and the reading began.  We had cupcakes and juice for snacks, but that’s about it.

Halfway through, I saw two brothers who were my brother’s friends from preschool.  They didn’t recognize me, but their dad did.  Oh, how I wished I was paired with the brothers, (who actually enjoyed reading) instead of Gillian.

The reading was tedious.  Gillian constantly picked books that were too high for her reading level, and stubbornly, wouldn’t take my advice on choosing easier books.  So she spent what felt like hours trying to read a page with two sentences…

Well, I guess I might be a bit unfair, since I’ve only met her once, and she is just a kid, (maybe she was just having a bad day) but that’s just how I feel about this situation.  Now, I’m dreading my next session with this girl…please, please, please let the next session be better…

MY TEACHER’S MUG AND THE STUPID GIRL (me) WHO HAD NO IDEA HOW TO OPERATE A WATER FOUNTAIN

Today, in Planning 10, our teacher asked me for a simple favor.  But the trip I took to complete her simple task was anything but simple.  If only she knew how this one errand would cause me so much trouble…

After I completed the errand, I wrote this:

Our teacher asked me to get some water for her, I asked, “from where?” and she said “near the gym”.  She said she wanted me to get her some tap water.  OK.  I could do that.  At first I thought she wanted me to get her water from the sink (because that’s where tap water comes from, right?), but then I realized that she probably meant the new machines we got, the ones that filtered out the dirty water.

Our water fountain looked exactly like this

Our water fountain looked exactly like this

When I got there, I realized I had no idea how to use this new machinery.  It’s been installed in our school for about a year now, but I never had the chance to use it.  I, stupidly, decided to push random buttons and hope water would come out, to no avail.  I managed to get water coming out from the drinking fountain (the old one), but not from the filtered water hole.  Oh dear.

I looked around to see if there was anyone who I’d feel comfortable enough to ask for help, especially a girl, but there were no girls around.  Dang it…

But the boys PE class was in session, and this guy and a group of other guys walked by.  I had no choice.  I asked the boys for help, but I was looking at one boy in particular (let’s call him boy #1).  I said something along the lines of “Um, could you help me, please?  I don’t know how to get water to come out.  How do I get the water to come out?”  Yes, it sounded exactly that stupid and mortifying.  My voice even sounded high and, and at the same time, it came out sounding something like a loud whisper, which is as ridiculous as it sounds.

It was supposed to be a simple  fountain for drinking, not some crazy mechanical machine that I, as a straight honor roll student have no idea how to operate.  I felt my face heat up as I asked him, and he showed me.  The situation wasn’t actually as bad as I make it sound, but knowing me, even the simplest of things can affect me greatly.  Anyways, that guy took the teacher’s mug and brought it up to a sensor.  Magically, the water came out!  Gah!  How?!  How?!  How, did I not think of that when I saw that?  How did I miss that?  Did I see it and thought it was just some random black spot?  This shows how simple and dimwitted I am.  I hate it, even though I’ve accepted it.

But still…of all the guys that I could have asked, and of all people why, that guy?  He probably thinks I’m stupid and dimwitted now.  Great.  Just great.  Wonderful…I kind of like this guy and now, not only does he know me as the girl he had to carry during a performance, and the clumsy girl, who had to cling onto his thighs to do a (very failed) cartwheel, during a dance performance.  He now knows me as the girl who was so dimwitted, she doesn’t even know how to operate a simple, water fountain.  A five year old, probably could have figured it out.  There is so much more I could ramble on about for this awful experience, but, moving on.

When guy #1 left to attend his PE class, another guy (we’ll call him boy #2) came up beside me.   While filling up his bottle, he said to me “I don’t even bother with that one, it’s too slow.”  Or something to that extent  (the water coming out from the filtered water hole was trickling out ever so slowly).  Then he left.  (I have no idea why I felt the need to mention this part, since it was nothing compared to the initial embarrassment)  Aaaaaaand, I was still standing there, holding up a cup to the sensor, and waiting for the cup to fill up.

After what felt like an eon, my teacher’s mug was finally filled up to what I deemed to be a reasonably satisfying level.  Then I made my way back up to my Planning 10 class.

I tried to act normal, and pretend that incident never happened.  I tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying.  Really, I did.  But I couldn’t.  My mind kept replaying what just happened, analyzing everything and wondering what each action, what every thought and word spoken between us (I’m talking about guy #1) could have meant.  For all things good and holy, I just couldn’t focus.  For the life of me, I really, and truly couldn’t.  I really couldn’t shake the onslaught of feelings, which were my emotions.

I kept thinking about what had just happened only moments ago.  I couldn’t stop thinking of the event that was “MY TEACHER’S MUG AND THE STUPID GIRL WHO HAD NO IDEA HOW TO OPERATE A WATER FOUNTAIN”  So, in order for me to stop furiously pondering the event, and get rid of my excess energy, AND calm my beating heart, I decided to write all this.  All while our teacher was talking about Revolution, (which is a great film btw, and something I will write about in a later post).  Soon, talk of the film, Revolution, lead to voting for the right person so that the elected person cares enough about the environment that they won’t do something horrible.  Like, agree with the construction of the Tarzan pipeline (which I hate!!!).  And that lead to the thought of: should we lower the voting age?  The current person we were talking about only won because 40% of the population voted, approximately.  So what happened to the rest of the 60%?  Yes, that is a good question, since I do care about the environment very much, and would hate to see it destroyed.  Then it lead to the thought of: are sixteen year olds responsible enough to drive?  Which also lead to the question: should we lower the age when we’re allowed to drink alcohol?  (See, I can totally multi-task 🙂  I can write all this, while listening to most of what our teacher said)  OK I’m done.  I feel way better now that I have written down (most of) the crazy stuff that were swirling around in my head.. I can (almost) concentrate on our teacher completely now.  I feel so much more…free?  As if a weight has been lifted from my heart (not my shoulders)

So, that was what I wrote during Planning 10, if anyone saw me in that class, they would probably have seen a girl furiously scribbling on a sheet of paper, while whipping her head up every few seconds to look at the teacher, to let her know that she was definitely paying rapt attention to every single world the teacher said.

Well, there you go.  That was a snippet from the mind of a fifteen year old girl, with a very unsalient life.  Ta-Da!

*just a thought, but I really wish guy #1 actually read this, and I wonder what he would think…

I have four things I feel the need to mention…

Hello again people! Gosh, keeping up a blog is hard work.  I could easily just be lazy and never write here again.  For those of you who actually read what I write, try to leave a comment below with your thoughts on whether it’s worth keeping a blog, or not.

*I say try because blogging is new and foreign to me, so leaving a comment below with let me know that I did something right.  You can do this one little thing for me, right?

1) I finally managed to work up the nerve to talk to the teacher who wanted to publish my poem, and it was very, anti climatic, to say the least.  I have to say, I expected to sit down, and discuss about how to shorten my poem, and stuff…
But no.  I think he forgot about what he said and though about me, which was just a bit awkward on my part.

Yeah, you said it Sam.  Awkward.

It was so weird, he was just staring at me, and he had a slight smile curling his lips up.  After a few times of me, stupidly trying to explain the situation (also stupidly, I explained it to him using the exact same phrase) using my limited vocabulary when talking to people, he finally remembered me and said he’d liked a copy of it, because I impressed him, it was really good, I should join a writing course, and it was awesome, yada, yada, yada…
So yeah, it was anti climatic, and quite disappointing…

2) Guys?  I think I made my first official friend in high school…This is a huge, huge, accomplishment/milestone for me.  I have never, never, been good at making friends, since I’m such an introvert, not to mention lame.  And for me to consider someone a friend, the said person has to pass a series of tests and we have to have the official “we are friends” talk.  It sounds a bit like this:

Me: Hey person, who is not my friend.
Person: Hi.  We’re friends, right?
Me: We are?!
Person: Yes!  What do you think we’re been for the past few eons?
Me: Let me make this perfectly crystal clear for my very simple minded nature: We are friends.  Friends who talk to each other, without too many inhibitions, and friends who help each other when tough times arrive.  Yes?  We are friends? For real?  Like, the actual BFF thing?  Really?
Person: …
Me: …
Person: yes…?
Me: Hallelujah, I have a human friend. (I have a lot of book friends)
Person: Okaaaay, then, now that we have that settled, I’m just going to unsuspiciously walk out this door before you go crazy with the idea of us being friends…
Me: Okay!  Friend.

Anyways, that is an example of the conversation I have to have with a person who claims to be my friend, and even after that, it could take years to gain my complete and absolute trust, and be considered a true friend.  I know it sounds…bad, and really, really troublesome, but that’s just the way I am.  Believe me, I don’t choose to be like this, it’s just in my nature to do so…

So, to the friend who had the official friend conversation with me on April 14, 2015, in dance class,  I congratulate and applaud you on (kinda) taking the initiative to commence the friendship conversation with me.  I will remember you forever and ever, and ever.  Your face has been permanently etched onto my brain, and I will forever remember you as my first official friend in high school.  Congrats.  I value our friendship deeply, and your friendship means the world to me.  Thank you for being my friend.

Yes, happy dance from that guy, to you
And these giraffes are so happy for you, their partying.

3) Apollo 13.
A few days ago, in science, our science teacher was teaching us about physics, and if you know me, you’d know that I hate math.  And physics involve a lot of math.  So, naturally, physics and I are sworn enemies, and will never be friends with each other.  So, when our teacher told us about the people involved with the safe return of Apollo 13, I was astonished.  Engrossed, enraptured, infatuated, smitten, and whatever other words you can think of.  I was fascinated beyond belief.  Mind, blown.  *commence mind blown gifs

Yes.  Mind=Blown is correct
Yes, go you! Ppppooooof.  Hey, here’s a thought, try to synchronize with the guy above you.
(no, really, if you watch them for awhile, they almost look synchronized)
Okay, maybe not so much like that…cause that would be beyond painful
*shivers*, okay, maybe I shouldn’t stare at this for too long…poor guy…

I don’t think I will ever look at physics the same again.  I was absolutely captivated by my teacher’s retelling of Apollo 13, from them using physics to calculate their route back to earth without dying a horrible death, to…them using physics again, to calculate how to use the moon’s gravity to catapult them back to earth.  It was. Awesome.  And Epic.

4) And to end off with a less mind blown-ing thing: I am finally volunteering!  Kinda.  I have done myself the honour of signing myself up for Reading Buddies.  It’s a program in the library where I read to a little “buddy”.  All I’ve been to is the training session, so I’m looking forward to next Tuesday, where I will actually be reading to my “buddy”.  Wish me luck?

And thank you for your support Morgan Freeman 😀

P.S. Please remember to leave a comment

Stuff that happened today…

Today started out as any other normal school day did, BUT, starting in second period, stuff happened…amazing , wonderful stuff…

Ok, starting off in second period: Planning 10.  We had a SUB today, and we talked about pay stubs, nothing unusual, but then after we finished, we had extra time, so we played Password.  In case you don’t know how this game is played, read the next paragraph, if you do, please skip the next paragraph.

There are two teams, and they each send a person up to guess a word that’s written on the board, without looking at it, of course.  The person can guess only one word answers, and their team can only give one word hints.

Anyways, after a few rounds, in which my team was winning by a lot, someone got this crazy idea to pair me with an extremely intelligent girl.  My first reaction:

My next reaction felt like this:
Yes, Dracula.  Exactly.

I’m don’t have a lot of close friends, or even people I regularly talk to, but I didn’t know they hated me that much…gosh, it would have hurt less if they punched me in the face.  Kidding.  So, when I got up there, and looked at everyone, I tried to give them the stink eye, while trying to convey what a big mistake they have made in putting so much faith in me.  Faith I really don’t deserve.

I was so doomed.  Apparently, these people think I’m actually smart, which I don’t think I am.  At all.  After much hesitation on my part, that looked and felt a lot like this:

Yes, I know.  It’s A LOT of no’s

I finally relented, (because SUBs can be so persuasive) and walked to the front of the class.  (actually, I sat in front, so I didn’t really have to walk, just stand up, and walk two steps, give or take) I felt like giving all my classmates the evil eye.  How could they?  I know I don’t have many friends, but why?!  I was so surprized when they picked me.  Of all people…why me? Humph…

Then, when it was my turn to guess, and I heard the word “job” the first think I thought of was money.  Then, I thought “no, couldn’t be…hmmm…maybe…employer, or employment!  Yes, I’ll choose employment!”  And so I chose “employment” and what happened?  I GOT IT RIGHT!  Huzzah!  My first try, and I got it right!

And I was so surprized I beat the other girl.  Well, in all fairness, she didn’t even stand a chance, because my team was fortunate enough to go first, and I got it right on the fist try, so she didn’t even get a shot at it.  When I asked her later what she would have said, she claimed she would have said the same thing…sure she would…

Then during lunch:
I went to the auditorium to attend a info session on a new pharmacy course in UBC.  And while I was there not only did I learn that pharmacy has different branches, and one of them has to do with nutrition (I am very passionate about nutrition and vitamins, not so much medicine and drugs), I was also late for math.  Eight minutes, I think…ah well, all in the name of education and planning for my career, right?

And in math…
I HATE math, so much, there is not a word strong enough to describe my hatred toward it.  But today while we were going over answers, the teacher told us to do happy dances, IF we verified our answers and one side of the equation equaled the other side.  Not literally, I don’t think, but the girl sitting next to me said something along the lines of: we’re going to have lots of people jumping up from their seats during a test, after they check their answers.  Maybe I was just in a happy moment, but I found that extremely funny, because I had the strangest happy pictured in my mind.

Wouldn’t you laugh if people started getting up from their seats to dance like that during a test?

Then in English (we were in the library today)…
I did something very foolish.  I tried to look graceful, so I tried to gracefully jump over a wire and some metal poles.  And I failed.  Miserably.  I almost face planted, or kissed the floor. *cue the overload of gifs I now know how to use

If I had a box at the time, I’d probably do this too.
Yes, Stitch.  I’d probably…pull down the bottom part of my eye too…?
YES! This dog captures my exact feelings: don’t look at me! Can’t you see I’m trying to forget?!  Stop looking at me with those accusing eyes of yours.  Stop it.  Really.
And this lady does a pretty decent job of…where was I going with this again?
Someone, remind me, please?

…last time I ever try looking graceful again…but still I couldn’t help but laugh at my lack of grace.  Once I caught myself, I quickly stood up again, and was saved by the bell to signal the end of class.

And finally, while I was leaving English: The librarian pulled me over and told me the best news I’ve heard all day, maybe all week, or even all month.  She told me that a certain English teacher was impressed with one of the poems I recited in the Coffee House, and he’d like to work with me to shorten it, and hopefully, get it published!  Squeeeeeeeeeeee!  *cue happy dance

Or happy jello jump:

For those of you who actually know me, (you know who you are) please keep in mind, that you are reading at your own risk.  If what I say upsets you, please do not take offense, these are merely the thoughts that run through my head.  I have no power whatsoever over where my thoughts take me.  The only choice I can make is to not say my thoughts aloud.

Coffee House

Hello again people!

Today, I did something very, very strange, and I’m not exactly sure why I did it.

I recited two poems I wrote at my school’s annual coffee house.  And they were two really, really long ones.  Like ridiculously long ones.

While I recited my poem, my hands were shaking so much, even though I kept telling myself I wasn’t nervous, my hands just wouldn’t listen.  Gah!  Stupid good for nothing hands!

While I was waiting for my turn, I was so nervous, and at times, had trouble breathing.

If I wasn’t doing what the guy above was doing,

I’d be doing what this girl is doing

Altogether, the waiting and the anticipation was not at all pleasant.

But!  When I finished, I felt so proud of myself, I managed to do it without humiliating myself in front of a bunch of people.  Although, I seriously hope I didn’t bore people too much.

I deserve pats on the shoulder, just like that 🙂
Yes, very well said…I couldn’t put it any better myself.

Um, I overdid it with the GIFs, didn’t I?  Ah well, it’s better than just plain old texts, am I right, or am I right?