3/19/08

QUIZ TIME. whats this?

pro       mise

give up?? the answer is....

a broken promise. HAH.

Although you may think its a bad joke, it't actually an odd transition into a broken promise of what I thought was an unspoken promise of democratic processes in student government.

Basically, there was this guy and this gal, let's call them H and M (boy that kind of gives it away. it's okay, I'm not bashing them personally; I think they are rather cool peeps) who came up with an idea that would get rid of officer positions in ASB and class, which would result in what I percieve as a turn back to a popularity contest for elections.  But, like a true American, I thought, well, at least we can talk about it so maybe H and M can change their minds in a mature and democratic way.  

Ohhh no.

So today during Leadership, H says (in a nutshell), "OKAY we will have a discussion about this, but I've already decided in my mind." 

Cue the thoughts of Ashley.

Really? You've already decided? No offense, but that kind of sounds like a five-year old saying, "Green is the best color, and I don't care what you say to try and convince me otherwise (Although, no arguement there-green is the best color)."  I really do view this as a broken promise, because I signed up for a class that was called student government, and I'm pretty sure that it was implied that the "student government" was modeled after the American government, where democracy and equality reigns supreme, and not a dictatorship.   And the funny thing is, we actually spent 45 minutes discussing this, where we, the leadership kids, tried to point out our views.  But you know what? It didn't matter, because it was already decided by people who don't even participate in elections or getting their hands dirty with all of the responsibilites that ASB/class officers go through.

Ironically, after getting pissed off, I had to be interviewed for el estoque on an article that harped on how great Leadership was.  And during the whole interview, I couldn't help but wonder about the real motive behind this drastic change.  Our class is great; why fix what's not broken?  I don't see the effectiveness of changing for the sake of change.

I'm not adamantly opposed, but I want to see the real motives and a democratic decision by those who actually have to deal with the effects of this radical change.  The Leadership class is not a group of students that only deal with crap that is thrown at them.

(Because she requested it, Alice is the best club commission lead I have ever worked with :) )

--EDIT--

Kunalnal: i request to be placed in there as the coolest club commissioner that is not lead and is still good at nose goes

3/16/09

I finally got my license.  Hooray!

I find it oddly ironic that, once I get my license, I:

1. Refuse to drive by myself

2. Refuse to drive

and 3. Still think I have my permit.

Everytime my mom says, "Oh, you can just go by yourself to ______", my heart skips a beat and I see myself posing in front of a dented car and holding a through-the-roof insurance coverage  certificate. Ohhh the irony.

How do people do homework while watching tv? I can barely write a blog post with the tv on.  Maybe it's because it is, once again, the chinese channel.

Speaking of all things chinese, I went to go try on some chinese-style dresses for the SV DECA fashion show (I'm the emcee; not a model thank goodness-I think there is a height requirement for that job), and I realized that, by wearing those things, I would look EXACTLY like a waitress in a restaurant. A sign? quite possibly.  Maybe wearing a prom dress to the fashion show would look better...

Prom is in 2 weeks, and I still don't have plans for a dress, hair, makeup, or anything prom. Oh dear.

3/11/09

I realized that my favorite thing to ask people is:

"If you could eat anything edible in the world right now what would it be?"

Usually my answer is a thanksgiving dinner feast, from juicy white turkey breast meat (three slabs to be exact) with cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, carrots, corn on the cob, cornbread, and a dinner roll, with a slice of pumpkin pie for dessert. mmmm. FAT-tastic.

However, my answer is changing.  

I think, right now, I would say that I would like to eat hot from the waffle-maker chocolate chip belgian waffles.  Either that or salt-and-vinegar kettle chips. Oh, I just thought of one.  BBQ. Ohh man. I think barbequed whatever is the code for saying, "I'm a MAN who can't crush beer cans on my head but can make pigs delicious." So guys, learn the art of making a pig delicious, and the beer belly will automatically be handed to you.

My answer has changed again.  A bowl of Cinammon toast crunch cereal and milk. Or a warm chocolate chip cookie with milk. OR, OR, a taco from Mexico and some MANZANA LIFT.

Oh food. Why must you make my face bloated? Why must you be so delicious??

3/10/09

It's been awhile since I've posted something.  Oh well.

Honestly, I had something epic-ly genius to write about.  I thought of it last night before I went to sleep.  I remember it was something along the lines of States was bittersweet, yadda yadda, dance sucked. But, like many genius ideas that people think of before they fall asleep, it sounds stupid in the morning.  Hence, time for random ramblings.

But, before I do that, I'm going to try to achieve what I thought was a really good topic: DECA's State Career Development Conference.  Okay, number one, I do NOT see the "value added (haha Mr. Schmidt, I know you read this so you better laugh.)" in the Career part.  or the Development. or the Conference. Because I would say it's not any of those three. I'm pretty sure that the people who won in the COMPETITION, not conference, in whatever event, will not choose to work in that industry, like the blonde girl who won the automotive services event.  Can you imagine a steryotypical CA blonde getting grease and split ends?? Impossible.  

The dance really sucked too. And when I mean sucked, it sucked  hard. Now, I know, there are always the people that are optimistic and say, "Oh Ashley, you are such a pessimist. Look for the silver lining!" Alright. Well, the silver lining, I guess, would be the glint of the silver buckles of the security guards with sticks in their hands lining up around the perimeter of the dance floor.  Excuse, me, I meant social hall, because the usually rooms where the dance floors are not usually well lit.

I'm sure that was not how I wanted it to sound last night.  I remember telling myself NOT to come off as a whining blogger.  I think that's the easiest thing to do when writing on a blog, but too many people do that, and it tends to get boring.  But, I do tend to overindulge. Like today, I went to McDonalds for the second time this month, and consumed a whole McFlurry in less than 15 minutes.  I can hear my mother now, "Ashley, your face looks poofy.  Did you eat something bad today? Come eat some bell peppers."  I actually stopped eating bell peppers every day now.  Maybe that's why my face looks bloated.  In any case, that McFlurry was delicious.

Snow Retreat (2/14-2/17)

Now, I know there will be lots of posts of summaries of Snow Retreat, what parts were the best, inside jokes that nobody gets, and how it was just non-stop snow the whole time.  I do have my share of those memories, but I think I would rather share about the emotional impact that this retreat had on me.  So, if you were looking for a funny and shallow view of how I spent my President's Day weekend, look somewhere else.

"Lord Jesus come lead us
We're desperate for your touch"-Reign In Us, Starfield

I would have to say that I was not at all prepared for any spiritual revival, because, honestly, I had become apathetic to Christianity, disgusted at the church I attended, and hardend at the "feel-good" emotional highs and lows that come after the retreat which usually last a week.  It was weird too, that ever since the Leadership development day with Cross the Line, I wondered why I never cried unless it was out of frustration. At first, I commended myself for professionally hiding my emotions, because I was honing myself to be a great corporate executive, and therefore, didn't really need God's touch to change my life, because, hey, it seemed to me that my life was in pretty good order. So when I did go to snow retreat, I did not have any expectations (except that registration was going to kick butt).  

 

I think I can honestly say that I shed more tears throught this snow retreat than I have in months.  It ranged from tearing up to a full blown sobbing, I want my mommy kind of deal.  And I think that each tear that I shed was a piece of the wall of ambition that I built up against God and his ability to break me and make me something new.  Although I would not call this whole retreat "life-changing", I definitely know what it means to earnestly seek God and hear his voice.

To non-Christians, I hope I didn't freak you out.  I am not perfect, and already know that I will do something that makes you think that Christians are all hypocrites.  I sincerly apologize in advance, as well as instances that have happened in the past. I pray that you will just have an open heart, and just give this whole Christianity deal another look.  For believers of Jesus, I pray that God may break you.  Even if it takes a lot of pruning and pain, always remember that God will always be near you, and if you seek Him, it is the most rewarding and humbling experience that you will ever go through. 

2 Corinthians 5:13-15

I hope this works. If it doesnt, check out this link:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dohj2QAdzs

2/3/09

I think my parents have come down with something.  I'm not sure what it is (possibly a virus), so I am going to classify the possible "thing" as an Ashley Chen biological discovery!!

Potatous-Couchius (virus)

From the family of: Lazyoploious

Symptoms:

-Influx of asian snacking. This includes: Sunflower seeds, asian chips, seaweed that you ate when you were a kid for snacks, smoked tofu, Oranges, Apples, Pumalo (left to ripen after being bought for Chinese New Year), Bell Pepper, Cucumber, and Toast.

-Lack of interest for surroundings. Yesterday, I asked them if I could watch HEROES because apparently the episode was freakin' awesome.  Here is the conversation (duly recorded):

"Ummm Mom can I watch a tv show that starts, like, now?"

"It's recorded, don't worry about it."  Now, Mom is actually watching a recorded show herself, and obviously does not want to be bothered.

"Oh, okay. When are you going to be done?"

"Don't you have homework to do? You ARE a junior, you know, and junior year...*goes into a schpeal about junior year that has been heard many times*"  See? You can tell-her underlying meaning is : DON'T BOTHER ME. Now, Dad is there too, munching away at his...whatever he eats. I wouldn't know, since they all seem to disappear after he touches them...

"No, Mom. I meant WHEN WILL YOU BE FINISHED??"

"Ohh humm...*long pause* 11, at the earliest?" GREAT.

Lack of interest for physical movement (this includes looking at screens that are NOT televisions).  For example, today...

"Mommmm can you come here?" (repeated 2-3 times)

"WHAT. I'm already sitting down on the couch." (Well, I'm already sitting down on my chair looking at my computer, but due to the lack of interest in surroundings symptom, it is not taken into account)

*After finally getting up to go show off my wonderful find (kudos to Brad)*

"See? Don't you like this car? It's so pretty! Look! And it's only $2800(slight movement of the eyes)"

"Why would I want to pay for a car that is $28,000? What's wrong with our car now?"

"Mom, it's $2800."

"EVEN WORSE! Do you want a car that breaks down all of the time?!? Don't you have homework to do? You know, junior year..."

Cures

None. Unless you disconnect the asian news channel, asian historical fiction dramas, korean soap operas (translated into chinese of course), and the Jim Cramer, the Mad Money guy.

Is it transferrable within species?

Not unless they watch the channels listed above.

Now, I'm not saying that I hate my parents. I think they're great. But of course, we all like to poke fun at them in order to make ourselves feel better about ourselves (but, in the end, does not work, so don't try it because the wrath of infected parents will rain down upon you).  So, my solution? Crack open a pack of AMERICAN snack foods, and prepare to fight your way to the lovely remote.

Gosh, I sure hope this ends up in the Encyclopedia Britannica. Or a Nobel Prize.  That would be good too.

1/31/09 (2/1/09)

GAckk.

once again, I fail to write a blog post in time. ITS OKAY. I think that was because Saturday was filled with MANY eventful...um...events.  This involves:

-falling down a rail (I was trying to slide down it on my butt but I think my excitement made me tip over. Anyways this ended up with a fatty bruise on my knee and utter humiliation for the next 2 minutes.)

-Longboarding to MV from my house 

I think that can be summed up in 2 brief conversations:

Me: Um Mom I kind of have to go to MV for a DECA study session at 11

Mom: Um we're leaving right now, so figure it out! Don't get hurt!

Me: WTHECK IS WRONG WITH THIS STUPID BIKE AAJGEHALJGAGHELJRHG

Angeline: I guess you can longboard.

Me: UPHILL?!?!

-Seeing a VERY awesome powerpoint on relationships. aheehee. This was after being lured and baited to do multiple things, such as going outside to "learn how to longboard" according to Alice, deciding which member of the Rascal Flatts band is the hottest, and thumb wars.

-Getting into a VERY awesome relationship. (http://mrwongderekful.blogspot.com/) Quite the merger.

CUE DRAMATIC WRAP UP SENTENCE! 

heroes new season tomorrow! yay.