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Hey everyone! Wow...the new years already, eh? You know,
it didn't dawn on me that it's a brand new year until I woke up this morning.
Last night, when I stayed up 'till 1 in the morning, intellectually, I
*knew* that it was a new year, but I hadn't yet thought of it as a *new*
*year* yet...Whoa.
Well, one of my resolutions is to start typing with a semblance of proper
grammar, and that means *capilizations*!
O.o!: My god....do you *have* the willpower to go through with that?!
Shut up you! Yeah, I figured that I'd never get anywhere if people have
a hard time reading my letters and what-not. I mean, I know that you people
are used to all forms of 'net-english', but if I use proper formatting,
then *everyone* will be able to read my writing easily!
Well, as of this week, all the sections of this pathetic little newsletter
are cut.
O.o!: Good ridance.
And that thing's name is now You. I don't like Fluffy, and all the other
crap I can come up with are....crap(ier).
So yeah, I'm just going to ramble. But that's what you read these for,
right?
First topic...my mother doesn't know what grade I'm in. On the 30th,
my parents dragged me to this party their Chinese friends were having.
I was the only girl there....like, you know, like the only child dragged
there who was female. Yeah, and I was the only one who spoke nice, fluent
English. Which is supposed to be capilized, but I'm lazy, so I'm not going
back just to capilize that. So why is the word 'English' capilized, you
ask? Because I changed my mind, and went back and capilized it. Ok, back
to the story....while all the other kids were glued to the compy, playing
this game that looked kinda like one of the Final Fantasy things, but completely
in Chinese (the only part I could understand was that the main character's
name was 'little fish'). Yeah, so one of the other kids goes to Bell too,
but he's in grade 12. And my mom's like, "Ahh...so *you're* in grade 9,
right?", wanting to know if we knew each other or not...dispite the fact
that I'd been ignoring the boys all night, and the boys had been ignoring
me all night. They speak Chinese with a slur-accent, which makes it terribly
hard for me to understand. And I speak English...quickly, and grammarly
incorrect, which makes me terrribly hard to understand. Well, the point
is, MY MOTHER WAS UNSURE OF WHICH GRADE I'M IN! I feel terribly neglected.
I was going to talk about something in this....but I can't remember
what it was. Oh well. This week I'll have to remember to take note of the
ideas I have for this...something I doubt I'll do, since most of the ideas
come to me during half-sleep, or while I'm riding in the car. *shrugs*
Oh well.
I'm thinking of opening up 'Thaye's Home Page' (http://gurlpages.com/thaye/index.html) again...except redoing it extensively, and changing it's name. I like the layout...with the nice little purple nav-bar in the left, so I think I'll keep that, but I might not be able to. Every time I add a new section, or change the colour of the nav-bar, I would have to go through *all* the pages, changing the HTML on them all, and that is a *pain*. But I don't really want to have frames. Hmm....I'll probably go with frames, anyway. I want to have some JavaScript on this page. Every site I've made has gotten progressively more technically advanced (which is logical), and I want to have something more advanced than HTML on this. Then again, some people who have old browsers wouldn't be able to see what I want them to see. Then again, new browsers can be downloaded off the net for free, so those people don't really have that much of an excuse.... I want a new colour scheme. If you've ever been to 'Thaye's Home Page', you'll know that some of the colour schemes *really* clash. And the colours are too...preppy, so sugary-happy, too bright for my tastes now. I want blacks, grays, and faded blues and reds and greens...and maybe some purples. Come to think of it, those are the exact same colours I reguarly wear now...weird. Or maybe I'll just get a new page. Gurlpages are pretty good, I like them because they only put *one* add on each page....some sites have, like, 4 or 5 pop ups, *plus* a banner add on the pages, and that's just *so FRIGGIN' ANNOYING*!!! On the other hand, Gurlpages isnt' mainstream, and it *is* a bit slow, isnt' it? I would go with Geocities, but they don't do javascript. The Xoom nav-bar annoys me to heck and back, Angelfire's pop-ups....*shudder, twitch, twitch*, fortunecity is just screwed up (they dont' let you do internal links, and that just pisses me off...don't know why, but it does!), and the Lycos networks ones just....I just don't like them, for some reason. Ignore the fact that I think Gurlpages are part of the Lycos network.... I mean, I *could* just buy some space, have my own domain name, but.... O.o!: She's cheap. Yeah. I'm cheap. And too lazy. In fact, I *should* be doing geo homework right now.... So, I'll let you people know if I put up my Home Page again.
OK, moving on. Attatched to this messag--newsletter (I almost reduced my ramblings to the mere status of a *message*!) is a new years greetings pic. Don't ask if it's supposed to be a boy or a girl...I know it looks a hellova lot like a girl, but it *could* be a overly-effeminate boy. Hey, this is Japanimation we're talking about--for all we know, it could be both! Hehe...I'm proud of myself. I've gotten *way* better at drawing hands and hair...and making my people symetrical, which bugged me for a long time. And it took less than an hour to do. ^.^; But of course, I was powered by the fuel of rejection! (I sent a peice of fan art to the web site of a author I really like. The piccie featured a certain couple in it, but the author said that she likes another couple more, and that the piccie wasn't sutable for the gallary on her page. She *did* say that the pic was nice, but I drew it and I can see how demented parts of it are, so I think that it was just crappy, and that's at least half of the reason she rejected it. Then again, she seems like the type who tells the truth...so maybe not.) But just so you know, it was originally supposed to be this minor character
from Gundam Wing, Meiran. She's not even in the show, she's so minor...she's
the dead wife of one of the main characters, Wufei, and is only in a manga
called Episode Zero. But when I got to the good copy, I decided to do Wufei
instead of Meiran...but the features turned out a bit too girl-ish, so
now I don't know who or what that is....but HAPPY NEW YEARS, EVERYBODY!
While being bored out of my mind at my parent's friend's pary (you know,
the one I mentioned earlier), I tried to write some fan fic. It started
with a rainy-day funeral, narrated by a person who used to love rain 'cause
he never saw it growing up, but now he can't ever like the rain again 'cause
the funeral was for the person he loved, and the person he loved had died
in the rain. That's about as far as I got....I was going to make it so
he comes to terms with his regret (he never told the person he loved that
he loved them), after a emotional skydiving session, of course. He maybe
he'll just go insane for a while, I don't know. But I was going to have
it end with the guy (who, in this fic, is bisexual...or something), who
used to *really* dislike this girl ('cause the girl chased after the same
guy he liked, and the girl seemed to be succeeding to some degree...),
realize that they're both in pain, and maybe they could get over it by
helping each other, instead of hindering each other as they had in the
past. Or something. I don't know, I might not finish it....It sounds quite
corny, and I'm pretty sure that this plot-line has been used, and reused,
and over-used.
Hey, does anyone know the words to 'Bombay'? It was my favorite lulliby,
and my grampa knows it, but he only knows the Chinese words (and possibly
the Japanese words...and Vietmanese words...and that other language that
he knows...I can't remember what that language is, though). Does anyone
know how it goes in English? It's supposed to be this internationally famous
song, and it's this mother who sings to her child about the father, who's
gone off to defend his country, and the words 'my sweet bombay' keeps on
repeating. Although, in English it would probably be 'my sweet baby'.
OK, I think that that pretty much wraps it up. Oh, and from now on,
the newsletter will not be a *strictly* weekly thing...I might sent 2 or
3 in a week, I might go 2 or 3 weeks without sending it.
6 more days of freedom, people!
~Ying
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