Hit Me Baby One More Time

Weirdest Hong Kong Food: In HK's Pizza Huts, they think its funny to serve Curry Pizza and of course helpings of escargot, which if you haven't had to pleasure
eating is something along the likes of 'fried snail'. I'm all for cultural foods, but PIZZA HUT?!

So far, to be honest, I'm still not liking my new school too much. I mean I have friends now (because I'm so irresistibly amazing (only joking), but they all kinda have a major problem (no, you know, meanness intended, dears) and I thought I'd just complain about my problems (because Oprah told me to (kidding, again. Really. Learn to understand my humor, please) for awhile:

a) Sorry new mates of mine, but you guys are plain not smart. All meanness aside, I've had like 3 girls in math come up to me and ask how to do 6a times 7a (plus there's the fact that I have to actually learn that for 80 minutes – it makes me miss math team, no? And Mr. L our old UMTYMP teach who didn't do much teaching). Another kid thought 8 time 4 was 24 (sorry, Jess, but your just rubbish at math (maths, not, math, mind)).

b) Half of you don't talk. Not even joking. Some kids, I swear'll almost break out in tears every time a teach calls on them (which makes a very, very silent math class, if you can imagine).

c) The other half that do talk – siriusly! Cantonese, much? I can't understand half to
class. And – I'm the only American in my class so American Pride! Michael Phelps! Disney Channel! BIG MAC! Brittney Spears (you have to admitt, its catchy *hitmebabyonemoretime*!

Actual Music I'm Listening to Right Now (As apposed to, say, Brittney Spears): Jason Mraz's Butterfly

I really want to move back home (because my yahoo page is in Chinese!). And my mom says that if my school is really bad then they might ship to some bordering school in Boston. Yeah. So, torn between two reactions to that idea: a) WHAT?! I'm disowning you guys! (though I'm pretty sure its actually the other way round) b) bordering school? Like Harry and Company? Dragons? Mischief? VOLDIE?! *squees*

Not, but in all siriusness (fine, seriousness), I really don't know what to do, since my school is an IB school, which doesn't believe in like moving kids to different classes if their a bit, er, more enlightened than their other classmates (?).

And chinese class! Yay! Right, so, I'm in the lowest class with all the like Swedish and Canadian people. The 'baby class' its called. Cuz I'm just so ridiculously good at chinese.

Peace,
- A

Stupid Laws

Joe decided he wanted a car. Not just any car, but a firey red Mercedes Bentz. One day, Joe Plaza decided to take stroll down Lake Street in Minneapolis, Minnesota, when suddenly, three men in green suspenders jumped out and immediately arrested him and his red car. Why?

Its official: in Minnesota, it is now illegal to breathe.

Okay, its not actually illegal, but it should be for the Minnesota Legislature (I'm actually from Minnesota, so this is kind of embarrassing). No joke, here are some real laws in Minnesota:

* As my mate Joe found out, its illegal to drive a red car down Lake Street in Minneapolis.
* In St. Cloud, MN, its apparently illegal to eat hamburgers on Sunday. Why? God hates hamburgers, of course.
* Citizens may not cross the state line with a duck on your head.
* Citizens may not enter Wisconsin with a chicken on their head (why, why?!)

...so now that we've all just lost 10 IQ points.

Word of the Day: defenestration - the act of throwing someone out a window

Who am I?

Who am I? Who am I? I am the guardian of lost souls! I am the powerful, the pleasurable, the indestructible Mushu! Oh. Ha, ha. Pretty hot, huh? - Mushu, Mulan (1998)

I'm an tall, bespectacled 13-year-old girl named Alex, wildly obsessed with three things: Harry Potter, sarcasm and chocolate (ah...what I wouldn't do for fudge). With mom, dad, and sis, I've lived in the States for all my life - Minnesota, the coolest state to be exact - until said dad shipped the lot of us to Hong Kong, China.

Anyway, I like friends, writing, sports and - siriusly! Just go read my profile yer lazy scoundrel! And I shan't fall pray to you nefarious online predator schemes.

Anyway, tomorrow, I go to my new school's 'induction'. If I don't write back by tomorrow, assume the worst...

- A

Stand watch, Mushu, while I blow our secret with my stupid girly habits. Pfft! Hygiene.

Michael "The God (of Food)" Phelps

Michael Phelps. The boy is something - 8 gold medals. I can hear the Star Spangled Banner all the way from Hong Kong whenever Michael Phelps gets anywhere remotely near water. It really makes ya proud to be American (that is, when you're not thinking of obesity and Britney Spears).

And as it turns out - being a swimming god has other perks too - according to Yahoo!, Michael eats up to 12,000 calories each day - that's like 6 people's worth of food. And even with that, Michael still has 'trouble keeping on his weight'. *sigh* What I'd give to eat 12,000 calories a day...

Bow to the god...

Right now, I'm up doing nefarious things, plotting world revenge, you know how it is.

-A