My essay.

Life in the future

by Jenny

To my imagination, the future is like a Pandora box that carries the mystery inside. Mysteries are unknown, and people tend to hope for the best out of that unknown. This is me hoping for the best of the world that my great-grandchildren are going to live in.

The high-technology will help people with the boring house chores. Principals will finally let high school students use laptops (at that time will probably be 3-D laptops) in class. In order to avoid traffic jam, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology will have invented a vehicle that can fly and use CO2 instead of fuel. There will be traffic lanes in the sky and limited heights for different kinds of cairplanes (in case you don't know what it means, it's the combination of cars & airplanes).

What about the unchanged? The cultural values of each countries will not only be kept but also be embraced. At that time, Presidents will be competing against each other about embracing their country's spiritual values instead of atomic bombs. Artists will still write and sing beautiful songs or paint beautiful pictures, but those masterpieces will be accessible for everybody around the world. Fashion shows will still be held annually and human models will still be modelling the clothes (at that time the vogue will probably set back on wearing big puffy gowns like in the nineteenth century), but they won't be pushed into barbaric diet schedules anymore. Our grandchildren will still scold our great-grandchildren about things like not doing homework or not emailing them on time. And our great-grandchildren will scream and talk back to them like we do to our parents everyday.

I'm sure i'm not the only one who comes up with beautifully ideal things about the future. Because that's what people are, naturally optimistic. No matter how the future brings you, hopefully it will bring you to the best.

Well my original ending was: "Or we'll all die in 2012 like Vanga said. Who knows." but i thought it was quite harsh. So ...

Songs that needed to be put into cellphone:

1. Realize & The Little Things by Colbie Caillat
2. The rest of John Mayer's Continuum
3. Coldplay
4. Who Owns My Heart by Miley Cyrus
5. Summertime by NKOB
6. Shape Of My Heart, Everybody, I Want It That Way and some songs in the Unbreakable album by Backstreet Boys
7. 2 Atoms In A Molecule & Rocks And Daggers by Noah & The Whale
8. Click Click Click Click by Bishop Allen
9. The Only Living Boy In New York by Simon & Garfunkel
10. Foundation by Kate Nash
11. A Year Without Rain by Selena Gomez
12. One Of Those Days by Joy Williams
13. Pack Up by Eliza Dolittle

That's it for now.

My life always seems like it's buried in crisis.

First of all, the utmost and most worried-about crisis is that, for the love of God, i haven't had a boyfriend. I still cannot believe i care about all this stuff right now as a senior, but study is desperate, and people around seem to be smirking at me with the attitude, what's wrong with you.

I think good looking guys are even stupider than the not very good looking ones. And that's really upsetting.

The reason why did i bring up this forever topic? The guy in my math tutor class was ... fine looking (you know a guy who looks clean, smart but not exactly the hot type?). And he was completely ignoring me.

I understand my problems. But, anyone out there, if you could meet me, you will see that i'm not the type who is deeply ugly that you can't look at very long. I am, but not that bad, aren't i?

I need to push up self-actualization.

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I forever will never enjoy eating a tomato. Here's the process of myself eating a tenth of a tomato.

1. After dunking the piece in sauce, i inhaled and put the darn thing in my mouth and chewed it.
2. Felt the soft and disgusting taste, as a tomato should taste like, in my mouth and started feeling nauseous.
3. Chewed the thing with unwilling attitude, felt more and more nauseous.
4. Tried to swallow it but thought about how much the stomach was going to work, i kept on chewing.
5. When i couldn't take the taste anymore, i took all of what i had left to swallow the pile of careless chewing down my throat. I could feel the tomato, big and hard, going to my stomach.
6. Exhaled.

If the process includes tears caused by nausea, it's normal.

There are three things that i'm not good at: guys, Math and eating tomato.

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We had a debate in class today, each group picks a subject of follow the (bullshit-ish and boring) subjects the teacher gave.

Well something happened.

It made me think maybe i've been holding the grudge for too long and maybe it's time to let go, just to find some more peace of mind.

Or maybe i'm just being fooled. Maybe it's another trick, i've been putting up barriers and that's what has been keeping me safe all these time. Annoying, yes, but that's the price you'll have to pay.

See? Crisis.

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It's almost Christmas, exactly 25 days to my favorite holiday of the year. I thought about doing a countdown to Christmastime but then again, i may never do anything special when the countdown clock strikes 00:00:00. Maybe that's why guys dislike me, they would like someone who follows the countdown clock and has special plans when the clock ends. I never plan, not until it's an hour before, i think.

And guys like girls with specific plans.

I can't even think of a birthday present for Penelope better than the Inception DVD. How could i come up with the masterplan of birthday present for my imaginary boyfriend?

I hate those who don't use lip gloss, chapstick or any lip products. Makes it a thousand times harder to find a birthday present!

GJ's. Life as we know it. Bookstore.

We went to watch Life As We Know It today. As much as i wanted to watch Harry Potter, it was her discount tickets so gotta take what she'd ordered. The movie was pretty fun, 5.5/10.

Met a friend at the movie theater today holding 9 Harry Potter tickets. I was all, can i take one, just one please please please.

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Personal favorite

Pink skyline.

Yoghurt cup #30

• My problem is that, i always forget my yogurt cup number.
• Yes i know it's yogurt not yogHurt, but i'm not going around editing 29 posts plus tags!
• November's almost over. December's coming. Christmas's coming. My city's still drowned with rains brought in by sea storms and traffic still sucks so bad i don't even wanna go out. Maybe i'll just stay in watching Love Actually for the twelfth time imagining what it will be like, Christmas in New York with lights and cold nights at Starbucks and you get to wear colorful tights and long Mark & Spencer jackets just like in Gossip Girl.
• I still wanna decorate my room with flashing lights and a small tree but i'm sure i'll be too lazy to put them out when Christmas is over and i'll leave it until Thanksgiving or summer i guess and there goes the beautiful meaning. I can bore myself sometimes.
• I want to learn some French.
• For the first time ever, i'm perfectly comfortable with my hair color.
• Coldplay is always suitable for yogurt cup mood.
• "New York isn't that pretty. Boston is prettier" - Mom (in respond to my wanting to go to New York to witness the awe)
• Viva La Vida maybe the easiest-listening track in the album, but for me, it's the least appealing track.
• Haven't finished the review for I Am Sam, too busy sleeping. How much sleep does a teenage girl aged 17 need anyway? Because i find myself sleepy all the time: Math class, Literature class, Physics class, tutor, even when i'm already sleeping!
• I can never, and i mean NEVER, be good at Literature!
• And Math!
  
• And Physics!
• And Chemistry!
• Made a promise: I will learn by heart all of the Coldplay lyrics of songs that i've listened by the end of this year. Consists of: The Scientist, Clocks, Green Eyes, Violet Hills, 42, Yes, Cemeteries of London, Lost, Yellow, Fix You, Life In Technicolor, Strawberry Swing, etc. Wow that's a lot.
• Since i still can't afford the crazily beautiful Accessorize charm bracelet, i'm wearing my old fish-bone (if there is such a word) charm bracelet with 4 silver charms. Please, oh PLEASE GIVE ME A CHARM BRACELET ...
• I started writing this at 2:40 and now it's 10:10. Might as well post it.
• Not until i've found an awe-struck photo of New York.

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