I apologize for unable to answer the messages since I'm still very busy. I'll probably be able to go online on November 9th since that's my birthday.

Man! High school's making my life miserable! I have to get up at 6:00a.m, when I reach home, it's already 6:00 p.m. Now that's 12 hours! I have to drink coffee every single day to keep myself awake. And for the first time in my life, my system lacks sugar.

Like I said, if my life continue on like this, my life as a pacifist is going to be soon OVER. Guess I'll have to show my true face to the world after that then.(Trust me, you don't wanna know what does the "true" me look like, it's not pretty.)

Okay, if you can't bear to hear obscenity, profanity, swears and blasphemy, then don't read this entry. It's actually not that bad though. Alright, I have to admit that I do swear a lot when I'm with my friends that are very close to me and I have to be extremely pissed off in order for me to do that. But I AM really pissed today. So if I'm showing off my swearing vocabulary to you guys, I guess I must've consider you my very close friends. ^^ Anyways, typing swear word repeatedly in a writing makes me feel awkward, so I'm just gonna use...about 1 per paragraph? I guess~~

THAT'S IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE! MY HIGH SCHOOL LIFE IS THE WORST EVER!

Alright, I first got a 30% on the fucking computer test. I can't believe it, I failed 2 computer tests on the same chapter in a row! Man, the tests were so hard, we were required to have the basic knowledge of an IT engineer in the first term! It's not like I want that job or so. I just took the course for fun, and now what do I get everyday? Stress and heaps of homework. If they don't quite giving us so many homework, I'm gonna get more zits from the extreme stress!

Then, I got a 53% on the stupid L.A. paragraph. That bitch(No wonder she's not married, unable to find an husband? Hah! If she keeps acting like this, she'll never get an husband.) told us to write a a paragraph about 2/3 of the page long, and she went back on her own stupid words.(Seriously, she asked us to write something deep, and be very specific about it, but what can you write when you have a limit of a super-short paragraph that has to be double-spaces, font Times New Roman, size 12 and with 2 inches margin?) She made a grade 10 boy cry on the first day of school, scolded a girl for not bringing her dictionary and thesaurus when it's really just an instructional day and it's her fault that she couldn't understand a word. She said "no" to a boy who kindly pleaded her to repete her question because he couldn't hear her, and yelled(rather, she howled) at a girl who missed finding the meaning to one word! (She asked us to find the meaning of words that we don't know in a story, but sometimes, even if we understand the word, it's still hard to explain to verbally since she only gives you a second to think about it.) She asked me if I used a dictionary to check my work when I only got one word spelled wrong, and that was a typo! Man, I could really cut that bitch into a billion pieces.

And I failed my first Math test, (really, I Asian failed) because that son of a gun didn't even teach us about the things that appeared on the test.

So in conclusion, I just failed every single subject at the beginning of the term, what am I gonna do next? I know! I'll simply give the hell up since I don't give a shit about the rest of them.

And, I failed my first shitty presentation, people got a really laugh out of it.

I think I also failed my P.E. written test. But I'm not sure, I just guessed a lot of questions. They ask dumb questions like "who do you think is the best player in the field?" after they showed us a picture. And I skipped the skill assessment(which I'd rather not despite the fact that I hate soccer like bloody hell) because I was INJURED! INJURED! You hear me?! INJURED! I got hit right in the face, I got countless cuts from that and a broken lips! What more do you suppose that girls would care beside their face?! (wail) And those stupid guys were giving me wierd looks when my lips stopped bleeding in 2 seconds! What do they expect, huh? Everybody's lips can heal fast, wanna me to tear off their skin as well so they can test it? I'd be more than glad to! * evil smirk* I'd like to shove that screwed ball right into their ball, yes, right into the point where it hurts the most. Don't call me evil, you would do the same thing if you were me. I got numerous bruises and cuts in just a week, huge cuts on my palms from when the ball flew past me, and I got hit in the head twice, but not as hard as this one, where I was totally knocked over and close to fainting, and now what? My whole face is swelled up from taking that direct hit! God! I was joking when I read the rules! (I saw under the special circumstances that said if a teammate is injured, the referee bring the ball into the middle and one people from each team will try to get the ball.) I was joking when I said I would like to see that, but not as an injured one myself!

Jesus Christ. I have this deep hatred for religions since I was born, (No offense to religious people here though, I can't help it! I cried when my friends tried to drag me into a church and I don't know why, it's just like an instinct thingy for me.) my parents lighting up joss sticks every day was enough to drive me to the brink of crazziness, now I'm about to go nuts! And this experience totally deepens my hatred for God! *screams* Ouch, ouch, the bruises are hurting!

Also, it's hard to get pass the school security system because if you do something wrong, the whole screen will turn red and in the middle it will say "go see the librarian". And then the librarian would scream bloody hell and obscenities since that bitch is the bitterest of women kind.(The worst punishment indeed, having to put up with her*sweatdrop*) You know what, when my computer teacher was teaching at another school before, a girl actually sent a message to the president of U.S. which ended up with FBI and RCMP looking for her. So that's why our teacher told us to stop being a hacker. To be honest, I was one, I once hacked the Edmonton School Security system, causing all the bans to disappear...

SO FAR, MY LIFE SUCKS IF I EVEN HAVE ONE AT ALL!

Okay, I'll manage to sneak here as often as I can manage, just saying, I would soon have the freedom to come here since I finally convinced my Mom to buy me a laptop.

Now, I shaw listen to the happy song which ends with the phrase "screw you!" to relax and entertain myself a bit.