Sunday, December 9

::grin:: Me and my obsession with d/n. Hah. XD
Dude, long time no talk. Seriously. ^,^
It SNOWED yesterday! And this morning! My parents were out, and I was like "Woah, the sky's BROWN." (It was midnight or something like that.) And I thought it was raining, because it had that raining sound, so I went to the window and looked under a streetlight, because that's the best way to see rain or not, and I was like "Yap, raiining. Wow, it's raining HEAVILY. Wait -- what's all that white stuff?" and it was SNOW!!
I loved it. :)

Wednesday, November 21


sonimo felicitas: i thought, that, i should bring them all together in a weird sort of story, just all these memories IN TRIBUTE of neville and draco's perfectness and wonderfulness with being together. mmkay?

sonimo felicitas: got it so far?

sonimo felicitas: dolly-chan: yess...

sonimo felicitas: now, i'm quite sure you're wondering where YOU come in with all this.

--that was CLASSIC

Monday, October 22

Greetings From Planet Tokyo
Dan Koeppel (Travel Holiday, November Issue)
What's with the little paper face masks? As I push through the Tokyo subway, it seems an abnormally high percentage of commuters are stricken with germ phobia, wearing the elastic-strapped mouth guards usually worn by housepainters in the States. For Americans, the instant assumption would be that these people are probably suffering from mental -- rather than physical -- afflictions.
Wrong. This is Japan. "When people have a cold," I'm told, "they cover their faces so they don't spread it to others."
Of course. In this dense-packed city, a stray sneeze could go epidemic in a single rush hour. The practice makes cultural sense, too, in a society that nearly always puts the good of the many ahead of individual indulgence. Who would have guessed?
To Americans, it just looks crazy.
A visit to Tokyo is a cascade of shattered assumptions. Here, as much as any place on earth, the natural instinct to apply your personal frame of reference to what you see, touch, hear, and taste will lead you astray. This isn't because everything you see will be alien: Vending machines sell Coke and Tropicana; there's a 7-Eleven on every block; and Colonel Sanders -- just like in the U.S. -- is slaving behind a fryer. But Tokyo's embrace of American consumer culture is misleading, because it won't help you understand the city.
Nothing will.
The most important thing a nercomer to this Blade Runner-meets-Pokemon futureopolis can do is plunge into the chaos. Do that, and the city reveals itself as insomniac and gorgeous, defined as much by confusion as order.
Study the tourist map. Listen carefully to the navigational lecture given by the hotel concierge. Then get lost.

NO, WAY OUT Shinjuku Station is one of the most crowded spots on the planet. Wave after wave of commuters, pulsing in, pulsing out. The station's west gate -- one of 60 (!) portals to the streets above -- serves almost as many people in a single day as the entire Boston T. Black-suited slarymen push past coffee shops and newsstands, past Buddhist monks with donation bowls and jangly bells, into zigzag streets surrounded by office towers, hotels, stacked shops, and cramped apartment buildings, all cloaked in neon.
Getting lost in Shinjuku is inevitable, and as essential to a Tokyo visit as seeing the Eiffel tower is for Parisian tourists. One day, I have an appointment that's just a five-minute train ride away, but a half hour after entering the station, I'm still looking for the right platform. I know my train departs from Shinjuku's west side, and I know I entered at the opposite end. But I can't cross over. Every route I attempt is blocked by tracks, walls of shops, or turnstiles that won't accept my ticket (you need one to both enter and exit the Tokyo subway system). I finally end up taking a train four stops in the wrong direction to a more modest substation, where I transfer to the right train.
My second foray into Shinjuku Station is less chaotic. An acquaintance is going to take me out on the town, and we've planned a rendezvous at the east gate. After waiting 15 minutes, I begin to wonder whether I've misunderstood another set of perfectly clear directions. I find a pay phone -- there are thousands in the terminal, all in good working order, all nearly obsolete in this cell-phone-crazed nation -- and dial Kai's office.
More On The Next Edition of 'Articles and Brochures Hali Has Recently Read'!

Saturday, September 29

omigosh! dolly-chan!
::glomps::
i love you! ahh, that's so wonderful! ::prints:: thankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!!

::dances around:: I'm so happy now!!

But I have to do my Physics. Ugh, I left my Maths folder at school, which makes the Maths project a lot harder to do. >,<

"D!VA ON CAMPUS"

Christopher John Farley

Utada Hikaru has a hidden life. She appears to be an ordinary American collage student. Las fall she attended classes by day, hund out with friends at night, and like most of her fellow Columbia University freshmen, she hasn't settled on a major yet. But there were rumors about her amound the students during orientation week--stories that were hard to believe. "Most of my friends know the truth," says Hikaru. "Even before the first day of school, I was talking to this friend who was going to Columbia also, and he told me, 'People all know you're coming.' And i go, 'What do you mean?' And he said, 'Well, all the Asian Kids know, but even the non-Asian students have heard something about the Japanese Britney Spears coming to their school."

She's virtually unknown in the US, but Hikaru, 18, is Japan's biggest pop star. The Japanese media sing her praises: BILUNGUAL STRAIGHT-A STUDENT! and THE DIVA OF THE HEISEI PERIOD! The Japanese public devours her music: her debut CD, First Love (1999), sold more than 9.5 million copies, making it the best-selling alubum in Japanese history. Her new CD, Distance, is selling just as fast. While other Japanese pop divas are content to sind throwaway tunes in baby-girl tones, Hikaru, who says that growing up she used to go to sleep to Metallica and wake up to Pearl Jam, preforms songs that draw from R. and B., rap and even rock. During a recent MTV Unplugged concert, she surprised fanswith a rendition of the Irish rock band U2's song With or Without You. Except for such occasional coers, Hikaru writes almost all her own material, combining light melodies and strong grooves. Her lyrics, though mostly about adolescent angst, can be intriguingly off center. "Our last kiss/Tasted like cigarettes," she sings on First Love.

Although the press has comared Hikaru to Spears, the twi are sharply different. First, there's the issue of clothes. Unlike Britney, Hikaru keeps hers on. "I'm not like a gorgeous bombshell or anything like that," she says modestly. "It was just aways my music at the front." Mobbed in Japan, she relishes anonymity in America. "I can never really enjoy being famous," she says. "So when I can just take a walk and go grocery shopping in New York, it takes a huge lod off my back and I feel great. I feel human again, almost."

Hikaru was bron in New York Ciry but raised part-time in Tokyo. "When people as me exactly how much time I spend in each country, I always tell them I have no idea," she says, "Because my parents have taken me back and forth ever since I was a baby." Her father Teruzane Utada is a producer and musician who now runs her management company. Her mother Keiko Fuji was a popular enka (Japanese ballad singer) in the 1970s who broke her fans' hearts by giving up her career and moving to the US to find a little peace. ("I don't sing anymore," is all Fuji says now, smiling.) Hikaru says she got her start when she followed her parents into the studio and began to make recordings around age seven. ("No younger!" shouts her father from nearby.) Like her mother, Hikaru plans to retire young--as early as 28--and prehaps pursue neruscience. "I kind of see myself in a white coat in a lab, working till late evening in front of test tubes," she says. It's hard to imagine that Spears has a similar vision of her future.

For now, though, Hikaru has taken leave from school (she plans to return soon) to focus on her music and establish her career in the US. She recently performed a song called Blow My Wistle, which was included on the sound track of the movie Rush Hour 2. Produced by the Neptunes, one of the hottest American hip-hop production duos around, the song feathers a cameo from gangsta rapper Foxy Brown. Hikaru said her producers were worried at first that she and Brown might fight, given their different temprements and backgrounds. They got along just fine. The idea of having her on the song came from Pharrell (Williams, one half of the Neptunes), says Hikaru. "He said Foxy and I would make a very strong combination, the two of us being such contrasting characters: the crazy, revealing, in-your-face I11 Na Na [Foxy's nick name] and the more settled and slightly mysterious Asian girl."

The music industry is ruled by stereotypes: whites rock, blacks rap and croon soul, and few dare to cross the color line. There are hardly any Asian pop acts of prominence in the US (no wonder some see Hikaru as mysterious). Hikaru is mounting a challange to the status quo. On Blow My Whistle, her voice is more resonant than on her Japanese-language songs, and the tracks boasts beats that are more forceful. She leaves no doubts: she's got Mary J. Blige, 125th Street-type soul. There's another twist. The credits bill her as "Hikaru Utada" -- using the Western custom of listing the surname last. Says Hikaru: "I just figured it's a good way to seperate my English and Japanese personas." After the interview, she sends a follow-up email that begins, "This is Hikaru Utada. (Or is it Utada Hikaru...oh whichever!)" She's still a freshmen. She'll work things our. with reporting by Toko Sekiguchi/Tokyo

"The Ice Queen"

--Joel Stein

Bjork isn't tat weird. Granted, expectations are pretty high, what with the swan dress at the Oscars, and the video in which she turns into a polar bear, and the freaky electronica-based whisper-wailing music she makes, and the fact that she's from Iceland. But still, in person she is very close to normal. Conversaton is cohesive. References are erudite. Return questions are volleyed. Humility is invoked. Offers to taste her beverage are proffered. Eating is done with a knife and fork. It is, without a doubt, terribly disappointing.

The only thing that hints at the weirdness widely attributed to her is this: Bjork believes in elves. Fairies too. "We think nature is a lot stronger than man," she explains, sipping a cappuccino at Vid Fjorubordid, a resturant on the opcean that is virtually the only comercial enterprise in Stokkseyri, Iceland, a town so small that the road entering it has a sign of geometric symbols with a line through them, meaning "no town here." The road also has a waterfall with a rainbow over it and graffiri mowed into the hills, so you can see where the elf thing came from. "My family hunts half the food we eat. A relationship with things spiritual hasn't gone away," Bjork says, in defense of elf-faith. "In a lot of Western Cities, they lost that and had to buy it again with meditation courses." In fairness, despite the fact that Icelanders have a 99.9% literacy rate, most believe in elves. In fact, the government had to rerout a planned highway because it would have passed over elf territory. It appears that elves, while remaining hidden, somehow manage to hand out their maps.

At the Stokkseyri resturant, Bjork, 35, is wearing a coat of cow fur, an embroidered one-sleeve dress with a wine stain on the chest, mukluks with red plastic horse fencing for laces and a blue, lunch-box-shaped pocket book. The outfit, she explains, looked much more sensible the night before, when she and a friend were up until 4 a.m. in Reykjavik bars before driving an hour to the friends summer home in Stokkseyri. They spent the night at small bars far more mellow than the popular club Thomsen, whichs she does not recommend. "It's kind of..."she says, using her index finger to point the top of her nose in the air. "Puff Daddy might be there."

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Friday, September 28

waiwai, dollychan. i'm glad you're feeling "abso-fucking-lutely" releived. XD
i cried today. long story. get online. i'll probably chatter about it on my blog, too.... well, actually, to a minimum there. i just relayed the story to my parents and i'm like BLAH boring now. XD but i'm all better. thanks for asking.

::pokes d-chan:: it's because you're just a poke-able person!

Thursday, September 27

BAHHH i have forkin' fingertip-sized bruises on my side right above my hip from the people POKING ME. bahh. why do they do this??

why do people poke me, hallie? ;_;

yeahh!! i messed with my guestbook and it is sad how proud i am of it. i can't get over that i'm learning tables.

yeeeah. i'm so happy because i have inspiration for a prose and i wanna write it. but i gotta get off do art ((analogous color scheme)) and chemistry ((chapter four on radiant energy including spectrums, light waves, and electron placement and stuff. it's evil. we have to write out the chart of electrons for elements for example: carbon: 1S(2) 2S(2) 2P(6) 3S(2) 3P(4) the things in ()'s are supposed to be in subscript.)) icicicicik/



but i feel so abso-fucking-lutely [bah, i've been wanting shout that word all day. bah] relieved. today was nothing special. nothing at all. but i was so relieved not to be constantly pinching the skin of my upper in arm with my fingernails today, not to have my hands shaking and not to have the skakey, bouncy leg thing all day.

in all my anger yesterday i forgot to tell you the BEST NEWS EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

in NC the End-of-Course test for english II is a writing test, involving you having to write timed essays alll year then finally in march all the tenth graders take this essay-prompt test ((asking to explain how some sort of work from this century in america or england or anything)) and it ends up being a fourth of their final grade.

BUTBUTBBTUTBTUT LOW BUDGETS THIS YEARRRR! so NO TEST FOR US!! ahh, i really don't care if we have some hard multiple choice test next year to make up for it ((i heard we might)) because this is so relieving. and i am way looking forward to telling joshandjason and other juniors i know to brag about it. AHBAHA

this makes my week.

TELL ME ABOUT THE acoustic guitarrr!!!

Tuesday, September 25

Dude. I know how you mean. I do that all the time, by mistake. I'm serious! I like, get a phrase stuck in my head, then later on think it's something *I* made up when it's someone elses work, and i'm like HALICHAN YOU'RE A GENIUS and then remember it's someone elses.

>,<

Monday, September 24

i.am.so.very.hungy.

i'm trying to think of something interesting to tell you but there is nothing.

here is the start to some sort of story i wrote today in chemistry:

There are times when I wonder where I would be without you. When your music cannot take the place of tears.When your smile is enough to let me forget everyone and everything I've left behind.

bahaha. i love to steal key words and phrases from people.

XD You're right. I did scroll down and pretend to read it.

::sobs:: I'm sorry!

I do that in Physics all the time.... I try to pay attention, I really do... But Mr. L.... he sucks. He really. fucking. sucks. You *know* I hate bashing my teachers but by GOD they need to fire him. He makes NO. SENSE. He could get by doing something else, I think he DOES do some Scienc-y thing, it's just... he's so bad at explaining things.

I'm so tired. I'm so, so, so tired. I'm being completely un-hali-ish today. My thoughts sound like I'm going insane.

Heh, perfect oppurtunity for a Schul angst-fic, na? :P

we need something amusing to talk about. so GO. okay okay?

so.. um. here's a conversation.

Silvertongue13 (4:54:25 PM): i don't understand

Silvertongue13 (5:04:17 PM): AOOOGA!

it was tuesday (5:04:44 PM): bless you

Silvertongue13 (5:05:04 PM): WHOO WHOO RANGER PRIDE, WHOO WHOO, RANGER PRIDE

it was tuesday (5:14:02 PM): HELLO YOUNG MATHEW

it was tuesday (5:14:04 PM): T

it was tuesday (5:14:06 PM): ADD A T

it was tuesday (5:14:13 PM): did you call cyndy and request a part?

Silvertongue13 (5:14:27 PM): nope, haven't looked at the play

it was tuesday (5:14:40 PM): haha. i have a theory on who you'll be

it was tuesday (5:14:43 PM): i think you'll be Jay

Silvertongue13 (5:15:07 PM): neato...i don't really care, hope i'm not angry

it was tuesday (5:15:26 PM): i think he does get angry at one point. i can't remember. i've only read to act II

it was tuesday (5:15:35 PM): i bet jessyi will be mary ((jay

it was tuesday (5:15:39 PM): s wife))

Silvertongue13 (5:15:47 PM): NOOO

it was tuesday (5:15:54 PM): hahaha

it was tuesday (5:15:56 PM): that's just a guess

Silvertongue13 (5:17:19 PM): hope you're not right, i wanna be a swinging single

it was tuesday (5:18:02 PM): swining single. with that attitude you may get the harassing neighbor boys

Silvertongue13 (5:18:45 PM): harassing neighbor boys?

Silvertongue13 (5:18:56 PM): you must remember i still haven't read the play

it was tuesday (5:19:00 PM): the ones at the beginning who call "nigger nigger"

it was tuesday (5:19:02 PM): at rufus

it was tuesday (5:19:11 PM): cyndy said she was making them into one

Silvertongue13 (5:19:15 PM): RUFUS

it was tuesday (5:19:22 PM): they continue to harass him the whole time

it was tuesday (5:19:24 PM): rufus=ruth

Silvertongue13 (5:19:32 PM): hehe

Silvertongue13 (5:19:42 PM): rufus=cool=masturbatical

it was tuesday (5:19:45 PM): rufus is so annoying i hope i don't get him

Silvertongue13 (5:20:38 PM): we're gonna have to censor it so he says, negro negro! Man of brown skin!

it was tuesday (5:21:10 PM): ahahha

it was tuesday (5:21:15 PM): man of brown skin. ahhahaah

Silvertongue13 (5:21:24 PM): hehe

Silvertongue13 (5:21:37 PM): african amercan! teehee

it was tuesday (5:21:51 PM): boy of african decesent

Silvertongue13 (5:24:30 PM): lol

it was tuesday (5:24:40 PM): bah

it was tuesday (5:24:58 PM): there is much mary and jay interaction so i feel sorry for those people.

Silvertongue13 (5:25:41 PM): que?

it was tuesday (5:25:52 PM): que indeed. i'll let you read it and FIND OUT.

Silvertongue13 (5:26:02 PM): who are mary and jay?


it was tuesday (5:26:03 PM): read: several mooshy parts.

Silvertongue13 (5:26:11 PM): mooshy? ewwww

it was tuesday (5:26:13 PM): we don't know yet, now do me, matt?

it was tuesday (5:26:21 PM): yeah, the end of act I is pretty bad

it was tuesday (5:26:23 PM): very moosh

Silvertongue13 (5:26:23 PM): here? now?

it was tuesday (5:26:29 PM): what?

Silvertongue13 (5:26:49 PM): now do me

it was tuesday (5:27:15 PM): 546465

it was tuesday (5:27:19 PM): ajhlfakjsdf

Silvertongue13 (5:27:21 PM): i am so immature, excuse me

Silvertongue13 (5:28:05 PM): ANYWHO

Silvertongue13 (5:28:14 PM): my spanish teacher is evil

it was tuesday (5:28:54 PM): true

Silvertongue13 (5:29:08 PM): how do you know?

it was tuesday (5:29:19 PM): i am psycic

Silvertongue13 (5:29:23 PM): huh huh? *prods with stick8

it was tuesday (5:29:32 PM): haahha

it was tuesday (5:29:33 PM): ajhgalfkjhl!

Silvertongue13 (5:30:09 PM): got any evil teachers?

it was tuesday (5:31:21 PM): well, crazy

it was tuesday (5:31:26 PM): she is so crazy

Silvertongue13 (5:31:36 PM): how crazy?

it was tuesday (5:32:58 PM): she is so strict it is insane

it was tuesday (5:33:16 PM): she has signs all over her room saying how things MUST BE or else you get 10 points off

Silvertongue13 (5:36:32 PM): my my my

Silvertongue13 (5:36:41 PM): what class?

it was tuesday (5:37:00 PM): english

Silvertongue13 (5:37:19 PM): BY THE WAY, i don't appreaciate all the "Matt Sucks" notes in my notebooks

Silvertongue13 (5:37:26 PM): NOT COOL

it was tuesday (5:38:20 PM): hahaha. that was amusing.

Silvertongue13 (5:39:54 PM): bah

Silvertongue13 (5:40:14 PM): you bully!

it was tuesday (5:40:20 PM): OOH BULLY

Silvertongue13 (5:42:04 PM): hey now. HEY NOW

it was tuesday (5:43:55 PM): YOU'RE AN ALL STAR

Silvertongue13 (5:45:41 PM): get your game on, GO PLAY

it was tuesday (5:46:04 PM): WAO NOW

Silvertongue13 (5:51:38 PM): wao?

it was tuesday (5:52:10 PM): whao

it was tuesday (5:52:15 PM): the h got DELETED AHHHH

Silvertongue13 (5:53:00 PM): no, it's WHOA, not whao

it was tuesday (5:53:29 PM): so what

Silvertongue13 (5:57:44 PM): just needlessly correcting you

Silvertongue13 (5:57:47 PM): SO THERE

it was tuesday (5:58:14 PM): oooh. shot down.

Silvertongue13 (6:00:25 PM): *sound of plane getting shot and crashing to ground (as made by my classmates)*

it was tuesday (6:00:36 PM): OHH. interesting

Silvertongue13 (6:09:31 PM): ka BOOm

well. i can't believe you read all that. i can't believe you scrolled down and pretended to read all that.

how boring am i?

wow.

dolly-chan, that was.

wow.

SU.GO.I.

whahah.


hello james.
this is sirius.


::laughs her little head off::

::watches it roll down the hill::

::realises she can't watch her own head roll down a hill::

::laughs::

her laughter rolls down the hill.
roolllllll.