It’s getting pretty unbearable. One month down, 11 to go. Will this really survive? Will I really get to run into your arms when we finally meet, after a three year separation?

Every time we go “swimming”, we always seem to end up camwhoring in the pool.

Great. Another coup. -_-

Protesters to be evicted from Government House before sunset

Government Spokesman Wichianchote Sukchotrat said Wednesday that protesters would be removed from Government House compound before sunset.

He was speaking to reporters at the Supreme Command at 5 pm.

He said thousands of 191 commando police and border patrol police would be deployed to force the protesters out of Government House.

He said police would first try to talk to the protesters to convince them to voluntarily leave the compound or else they would be forced out.

The spokesman said the protest inside Government House needs to be ended Wednesday as the government would have to use the place for ceremony of From Mother Day to Father Day.

He said His Royal Highness Crown Prince Maha Vajiralongkorn will chair the ceremony inside Government House on Saturday to grant royal flags for government agencies to use as part of the celebrations.

The spokesman said the authorities need to prepare the place two days before the ceremony on Saturday.

The Nation

http://www.nationmultimedia.com/breakingnews/read.php?newsid=30081698

Rather ridiculous -_- People Power Party storming Parliament (say that three times fast), amongst other buildings.
Now, I’m not saying that I want it to get violent, but if things do get out of hand, yay me. No school for a day ^^
So every morning I go online just to check the school web for good news. xDD

Here’s a bit of Hayao Miyazaki for you. I love Studio Ghibli.
The track is Flying, from Spirited Away.
Someday I’ll upload Yiruma. =)

So, I’ve been spending my last two days completely glued to the computer screen, falling in love with Ted, Phil, and Wes.
Yup, those three amazing geniuses at Wong Fu Productions. Omigosh I really want an NG shirt and a Spencer T_T.
I actually want to participate in the NG contest, but I can’t follow the guidelines. Bummer. I had a storyline planned out and everything too.

Starbucks cinnamon rolls have got nothing on Cinnabon.

IN BUSINESS!

“Organizational culture is the shared values and overall atmosphere of a corporation. This includes policies, traditions and may affect the behavior of employees within the company. It may be possible to deduce organizational culture from the use of budgeting by how strict or flexible the budget is, as well as what kind of budgeting. For example, a firm that uses zero based budgeting may not trust its employees to use a pre-set budget well and therefore requires justification for each action a department makes.”

Rain again. Rather stormy. Great way to end a Monday morning. =(

I wonder how Walnut seniors are doing on their first day. Lucky them…

jealouss..

off to TOK!

back home!!

last night was awful. I came so close to doing something that I would have regretted badly.  But it’s as if it was meant to happen sooner or later. You came back into my life again today. After I had been so glad that I wouldn’t have to go through the torture of seeing you again, day after day. I don’t know why I replied. I really shouldn’t have. Any glimmer of hope that you would somehow still be the person I once loved should have been erased from my heart. But I still typed back the reply, breaking into sobs, even after I promised myself I wouldn’t waste anymore tears on you. We’re not friends. I’m sorry. I can’t do that to myself anymore.

ความทรงจำครั้งสุดท้าย - Clash

เหตุผลของการจากลาจากกันและกัน
สักวันหนึ่งเธอคงเข้าใจเอง ให้เพลงนี้เป็นพยานแห่งรัก
เมื่อเรานั้นเหงาใจ แค่คิดว่าสองเราจากกันเหนื่อยใจเหลือเกิน
ไม่อยากให้มันเป็นอย่างนี้เลย จำเป็นต้องเอ่ยปาก
แม้ไม่อยากลา ไม่ต้องร้องให้ออกมา ถ้าชีวิตนี้ขาดฉันไป
ฉันคงอยู่อาจไม่ใช่ตัวเป็นหัวใจ
แม้อาจเป็นสุดท้ายที่ฉันได้เจอเธอ สุดท้ายที่ฉันได้มองเธอ
จะบอกให้ฟังและย้ำว่าฉันนั้นรักเธอ
แม้ฉันต้องจากไปแต่ไปไม่ถึงยังรัก
เธอมีค่าเกินที่ฉันจะลืม ความทรงจำครั้งนี้ไม่มีเลือน
ก็รู้ รู้ที่ผ่านมาจากคนคุ้นเคย ว่ามีกันและกันเหมือนใครๆ
ต่อจากนี้ไปไม่มีอีกแล้วที่เราใกล้ชิดกัน
ก็รู้ว่าสองเราจากกันนั้นคือน้ำตา แต่ว่าเวลามันรักษาใจ
เป็นเครื่องบอกกล่าวว่าฉันคงต้องลา ไม่ต้องร้องให้ออกมา
ถ้าชีวิตนี้ขาดฉันไป
ฉันคงอยู่อาจไม่ใช่ตัวเป็นหัวใจ
แม้อาจเป็นสุดท้ายที่ฉันได้เจอเธอ สุดท้ายที่ฉันได้มองเธอ
จะบอกให้ฟังและย้ำว่าฉันนั้นรักเธอ
แม้ฉันต้องจากไปแต่ไปไม่ถึงยังรัก
เธอมีค่าเกินที่ฉันจะลืม ความทรงจำครั้งนี้ไม่มีเลือน
จะไม่ลบแผลไปจากใจ
ไม่มีวัน(จะลืมกัน)ไม่มีวัน(จะลืมกัน)ไม่มีวันเลือนหายไปจากใจ
แม้อาจเป็นสุดท้ายที่ฉันได้เจอเธอ สุดท้ายที่ฉันได้มองเธอ
จะบอกให้ฟังและย้ำว่าฉันนั้นรักเธอ
แม้ฉันต้องจากไปแต่ไปไม่ถึงยังรัก
ต่อให้ตัวต้องตายและเจออะไร ความทรงจำครั้งนี้ไม่มีเลือน

How does McDonald’s sound?

When you think about it, college is only a year away. When I get there, how in the world am I going to support myself?

Better start now.

Preferably, I’d like to start my profession as a freelance photographer now, but there just aren’t any opportunities. I guess I’ll have to settle for MD.

Yesterday was officially the longest, yet best day of senior year.

After surviving first period of trying to teach InDesign, trying to keep my eyes open during US History, and living through limits for a second time, free period finally came around. I ended up at Michael’s, getting no work done of course xD And then the fun part started.

Binn’s birthday celebration went like this:

WALKED back to school from Michael’s.

WAITED 45 minutes for Peach at school, to the point where the PRINCIPAL walked by and asked us what the heck were we doing here.

WALKED to the paintballing arena. It was definitely a first experience. Stephanie was the first to get shot in the neck, followed by a number of minor injuries. Thank goodness for helmets. I got shot point blank and didn’t feel it until it ricocheted off of my shoulder. I gave up, however, after I got shot on one of my more feminine attributes.

WALKED to Que Pasa for dinner, where we stuffed 11 people into a booth and binged on milkshakes.

WALKED to Peach’s for Binn’s ice cream cake, where we then after watched Hot Chick. That movie definitely proved Ashley’s theory about my predicament a couple of weeks back.

WALKED back to the Nichada Terrace at 9 pm, hoping to dip into the pool. To our dismay, it was closed. So then we

WALKED to teacher housing to steal their pool, but walked around to three different ones before finally settling on a dark but empty one. By the time we actually got in, it was amost 10. From there on, talk about awkwardd. I mean, it was okay for me, since I knew them, but Dyne and Ann really didn’t feel comfortable with Michael and Boss. xD oh dear. So it was a bit of a relief once the boys left xD

WAITED for my parents to pick me up, coming from Pattaya. So by the time they came, it was around 11.

and finally PASSED OUT once I got home.

xD

I felt so sore this morning T_T

From the living room window

English class!

“While in the state of delusion, Ryabovitch and Aschenbach are prone to the dangerous risks of forgetting who they are and what the truth is. But while the illusions are hazardous, reality itself, as from Ryabovitch’s point of view, can be immensely disappointing. Personal experience is the determining factor that decides for each individual which world is more beneficial for existence. One can either decide whether to live happily deluded until the ultimate end or to face authenticity and reside with the individual’s own shortcomings.”

Well, if I don’t pass the exam, hopefully I can still get points for my World Literature papers.

Reality vs. Illusion

The big debate. Nowadays, I guess it’s a little more difficult to live in your own little oasis. But is what we encounter each day really reality? With the media blowing small issues out of proportion, we come to wonder what’s really going on in the world. Because, face it, even the news only works to market to it’s viewers. And viewers today only care about scandals, accidents, and the misfortune of other people’s lives. Elsewhere. I mean, I know they are relatively true stories, but the concept they are portraying to society is pretty misleading. Take airplane crashes as an example. One of those and the whole population is suddenly terrified of flying. But how often does that really occur, as opposed to car crashes? I don’t see empty roads after every time that happens.

So what is reality?

Oh no, a TOK question. What is truth? Are you sure? How do you know? Can you justify that? Is it beyond a reasonable doubt that it’s true?

Yeah.

Off to study for Mandarin.

You’ll be seeing a lot of me during my free period.

“Budget holders will need to investigate the causes of any variance. For example, if an adverse variance is the result of overspending, then senior management will demand an explanation. There could be valid reasons for this, such as a supplier hiking prices after the budget had originally been set or because the firm switched to using better-quality inputs in the production process (which costs more money than budgeted).”

It just seems like common sense. But when it comes to application, there are so many more specifics to consider. T_T

Time.  It’s all relativity, perspective, and psychological. Over-abundance, insufficient, acceleration, lag.

I’m so sad. I finally got my gate pass yesterday. Now I can go out whenever I want, wherever I want. But I’ve been so BUSY! I have no time to even step out to Starbucks. So my new, never-been-used pass to freedom is feeling very sad and cramped in my wallet. Though it’s not like I could go anywhere anyway. No house, no car…Michael’s is the furthest I’ll probably get. T_T

Peer Helpers and random school stuff like college application workshops cut into my free period. Yearbook cuts into after school gym time. After school gym time cuts into homework time. Sleep also cuts into homework time, not to mention this blog…

And as I try to rack my brain for something positive in the slightest to write about, I can’t even remember what happened at lunch.

Oh. I had a Peer Helpers meeting.

T_T

Although, I did get to see him twice. In the instant he smiles at me, my chemical reaction to him lasts the next thirty minutes. I agree, Ashley. Some boy shouldn’t be able to have this effect on us.

Too late.

=)

“And there you are, standing in front of my eyes.”

=Back to homework.

“What we have is a deeply instinctive yet intellectually assented-to idea of nature in her benign and nurturant aspect as the proper first principle of life and living. The maternal is apprehended, intimated and warmly cherished and we are reminded, much as Shakespeare might remind us, of the warm eggs in the nest shaking at the impact of an explosion. The stare at Yeat’s window and the temple-haunting martlet in Macbeth’s castle are messengers of grace.”

This is a sign that I am absolutely going to fail my English exam at the end of this year. How on earth does one manage to analyze a poem with so much depth? It’s a chore to even attempt to analyze the analysis written here, much less begin to understand the original intent. I am definitely going to struggle with this poetry unit. =(

This morning, I exited the parking lot of my condo at 6:08 am to encounter a bright blue sky and a full moon. No, it was not the drowsiness of a Monday morning, but encouragement to support that there will be new things to notice every day. And regardless of how mundane our weekly schedule may be, there will always be little surprises to look forward to.

lame much?

“As described in the film, the “Law of Attraction” principle posits that feelings and thoughts can attract events, from the workings of the cosmos to interactions among individuals in their physical, emotional, and professional affairs.”

Well, some say it’s possible. Think positively! Maybe a plane ticket home will someday fall from the sky.

Yearbook class is going to be interesting. With the addition of three new juniors, one of whom I’d really rather not have to see every other day, I wonder how long I can go with absentmindedly ignoring her. I mean, it’s bad enough that I have to see her, not to mention hear her annoyingly loud voice on my even days, but now I have to constantly make sure she doesn’t abuse her power as a staffer and include a hundred pictures of her friends on every page.

Sickk of this.

Not talking to you is driving me crazy. I used to look forward to seeing your face every morning, waking up to your voice. Now I can’t even remember the last conversation we had.

i miss you ;(

So here I am, on account of Ashley’s suggestion.

And I must say, this is much more convenient than randomly clicking Chinese links, hoping they will get me to the right page, on Wretch. (Although the population of hot fobs with awesome hair is heavenly)

I have to agree with her, blogging would be a much better way to keep in touch with our unfortunately distanced friends. Not to mention, a great ranting arena where I don’t have to be too concerned about the entire Facebook population speculating in on it.

Wordpress: My new toy; My new distraction to keep me from my US History project.

Cheers, Princess Ashley =)