Bored of Being Bored Because Being Bored is Boring

It was 11:08 when I woke up. My parents were gone somewhere with my two younger sisters. The house felt unusually quiet, which scared me a little. Minjeong, my older sister, was still sleeping. I took a shower and got myself some breakfast. I watched this hilarious drama while I was eating. After 30 minutes, Minjeong screamed at me to study. I've never understood, but why does SHE care? I know she cares about me ,but, sometimes, it's really annoying being ordered or by your sister. I had this sudden urge to shout back, but I decided not to.

If you want to know the truth, I REALLY didn't feel like studying at all. I wanted to play but I couldn't. My parents weren't here to drop me off to multiplaza or anywhere. Last week, I read this amazing book called, The Last Child by John Hart. This book kept me away from boredom. But after I finished the book, I was soooooo bored. I tried so hard to find some interesting book like this one, but unfortunately, there wasn't any in my house. We use to have a lot of good books, but I dont know what happened to them. After searching for a book, I found The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. The first chapter was pretty interesting but the rest was very confusing and boring.

I put the book aside, and just sat on my chair, searching for something useful to do. And the idea struck me :Travel Journal. I honestly wasn't really bothered to do this, but I was VERY BORED. I didn't want to use my head solving math problems or memorizing vocab words, so I decided I should just do my travel Journal. It took me exactly 20 minutes to finish.

So yea... I better finish it here :)

Thanks for reading;)

P.S= Sorry for writing it so boring... Apparently, I'm not that good at writing things when I'm bored :P

That Lonely, Reclusive Guy

I used to go meet Holden every Saturday at the park. He used to call me everyday, asking me if I wanted to hang out with him. I felt mean to rebuff him so I said we should meet every Saturday instead in the park. He was fine with that.

I remember one day, it was snowing very had, and I was clad in my thick winter jacket, waiting for Holden to arrive. It was very cold outside, my body wasn't satisfied with one thick jacket. After five minutes or so, I saw Holden gingerly walking down the icy road, careful not to slip. He had a despondent disposition as always, and his face looked excruciating from the cold. He was wearing a rather thin coat, shivering. He is a thin, weak guy.

He said hi to me, saying how much he abhors the snow. He's always rebuking everything. I bet he doesn't have anyone he likes. I surmise that that's why he doesn't really have a friend.
"Why are you always depressed?"

"I don't know really," he says looking at the ground, "I guess it's because of Allie's gruesome death." That's when he started talking about him, how he regrets not being in his funeral. He said that it is a recurring thought and haunts him. I kind of felt sorry for him, his life actually. That's why I meet him every Saturday, because he's a lonely, reclusive guy. He talked about Allie interminably. I kept looking at my watch. I was going to meet Micah, Sarah, Carla, and Jess, who are my friends since kindergarten, in the mall today.

Later, he switched his subject to school. He told me about people he hates: Stradlater, Ackley, Ernie, some actors and others more. I can't remember all the people he mentioned, but there was so many of them. He got all mad and all when he talked about how Stradlater would take sexual advantage on this girl called Jane. He seemed to like her. He is, as you have probably noticed, very irascible about sexual advantage kind of stuff, and it rankles him a lot.

"Oh...I got kicked out of Pencey"

"WHAT? Again? It's your fourth time already!!!"

Holden, he's always kicked out of a school. What makes me wonder is how can his dad be a lawyer, a sage person, when Holden is the total opposite? I bet he is lackadaisical about doing homework and studying. He's only good at English.

I looked at my watch again. I was late. I quickly stood up, told Holden I had to meet my friend and that I was 10 minutes late. His facial expression worsened. I swear I felt so bad for him.
But I had to go. I waved Holden a good bye and started walking down down the street.

I Want to Be Like You

Her name is Jessica,
Everyone calls her,
Jess.

She is
Conscientious,
Prudent,
Serene
Courtesy.



You tell me
To depict her,
I will.



Jess,
The second daughter,
God's child,
Adopted,
Embarks her life,
With parents,
Not her own,
But still
She is loved.


She smiles
Day and night,
The leaves fall,
The sky thunders,
The sun sets,
Still,
Her smile never fades.


Her face,
The face,
That makes every guy fall in love,
The masterpiece,
A diamond,
A crystal,
The rainbow.

Her personality,
Flows like the pacific ocean,
Shines like the sun,
Warm like a mothers hug,
Funny like a comedian..
She is the girl,
Who never gets rankled,
Who has no inkling.

Her parents never
Confiscated her cellphone,
Because she listens,
Respects,
Obey.



Jessica,
The A student,
Is never lackadaisical
About work.

I want to be like you.
You ignore all the insults,
The gossip,
The guys,
And live a life
With a smile,
Laugh,
And hope.

You stop when you see,
Your friend crying,
An injured person,
A poor girl begging.

You give the girl,
50 cents,
Your smile,
Your heart,
And Gods words.

I want to be like you.

Holden Caulfield

Whooton School
Kicked out,
Elkton Hills,
Kicked out,
Pencey Prep
Kicked out,
I change my school,
Like people change
Their hair color.


I lived in Ossenburger Memorial Wing
of the new dorms.
Ward Stradlater,
My room mate,
That moron,
Thinks he's a hot-shot.


Ackley Kid,
Roomed next to me,
Never did I see,
Him brushing
His lousy teeth,
He damn near,
Made me sick,


That sick bastard.
I'm quite illiterate,
But I read a lot.


I know a few,
Authors too:
My brother D.B,
Ring Lardner,
Isak Dinsen,
Somerset Maugham.


It's night right now,
Ackley kid,
Boy, does he snore
Like a madman.


It's quite here,
You can't hear no cars
Anymore.
I got up,
And packed my two Gladstones,
Off to the goddam corridor,
Down the silent stairs,
With my red hunting hat on,
And my Gladstones,
And yell,
“Sleep tight, ya morons!”
I bet,
I woke up every bastard
On the whole floor.


Then I got the hell out.

This Lullaby

This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen is such a touching book that I could easily relate to. Sarah embraces the reader in and puts you inside the protagonist, Remy's shoes. Remy is a 18-year-old girl who is soon going to college. She is the daughter of a working romance author, who has got divorced four times, and is now working on husband number five. Remy says, "She takes on husbands the way other people change their hair color: out of boredom, listlessness, or just feeling that this next one will fix everything, once and for all."


The song, "This Lullaby," which is now popular, haunts Remy because it was a song dedicated to her by her dead father--who was once a musician and never got to see his children. Because Remy sees her mothers failed relationships, she is closed to love, self-protective , and has no faith in it.

Remy had a lot of boyfriends, slept with them, but just for the sake of it. She knows when to give them the "speech" when she feels like it's getting serious or deep. Love is like a map to her. She knows what to do and when to dump them. She experienced this several times and is good at it too. Her rules for boys break when she meets a guy named Dexter.

Dexter is messy, impulsive, annoying, and a musician, like her father. Dexter falls in love with Remy and shows his interest in her. She doesn't have the slightest feeling for him but still Dexter doesn't succumb. Remy knows what to do: Ignore him. But after spending time with him, Dexter slowly takes Remy's heart and shows her, that he isn't like other guys who breaks her heart, and truly loves her. They finally get together, and Remy realizes she took a step towards real love, a love she never thought it existed in her world. Remy doesn't even sleep with him, when thats the usual thing she'd do. Remy has a feeling she's in danger falling in love with him, but surprisingly, she can't control her feelings. She is frustrated because she can't get rid of him.

Dexter wants to be more than a summer fling, and has hope in their relationship. What would happen? Does Remy think like that too? Will she give him the "speech" and moves on with her life? Will she get to learn the lesson of true love over time?

Sarah Dessen is an incredible author. I don't get bored reading her books at all. She has a great imagination and makes the readers crave for more about the story. She uses protagonist that are believable, and able to relate. The story is realistic, and gives us the image of the struggles in teenage girls. Though you can't hear the protagonist talking, you can feel their tone, and picture their acts and their personality. This Lullaby is a book that can teach you real meaning of love and can tell you that life can sometimes be lost in a wrong path, but later finds its way to its destination. I recommend this book to anybody who is now struggling with love, and doesn't know what to do.

My Mom

Is my handkerchief.
My Mom is my umbrella,
My Jacket,
The roof of the house.


My mom is a kangaroo,
Protective,
Loving,
Tender,
Unselfish,
Sacrifisies for it's young.


My mom is the big waves.
Crashes onto me,
Big pressure,
Drowning,
Unable to rise
Above water.


My mom is a lion.
My mom is the queen.
Respect her,
Honor her,
Listen to her,
Love her.


My mom is my nurse,
She has the ability,
To heal my hurts,
To calm my fears,
So that I could face the world,
Feeling safe,
And secure.


My mom is my friend.
My mom is a chauffeur.
She is my teacher,
My encourager,
My role model.



My mom is the weather.
Rainy,
Sunny,
Cloudy,
Thundering,
Snowing.



She makes the world freeze,
Her voice,
Reverberates through
The silence.


My mom is the goddess,
Aphrodite.
She loves me,
Like a mother,
Like a friend,
Like God.


My mom,
Wears a smile,
When shes's sad.



Sometimes,
When Leaves,
Turn brown and orange,
When the flowers
Sleep,
She wish to be a ferrari,
A cheetah,
A porsche,
The light,
Running away,
Far,


Where nobody can find her.
I see you cry,
I see you pray,
I see you upset,
I see your broken heart.


I come to you,
To be a shoulder to rely on,
To be your friend,
To be your nurse,
To be your encourager,
To be your handkerchief,
Like you were to me.


I wipe your tears,
You look at me,
I whisper,
I love you mom.

List of Confession

1) I love lettuce. I just love it. I like them in my sandwiche, or anywhere in my food. The way they taste and feel while you eat it is INCREDIBLE. I remember there wasn't any edible food in my house, and I started eating lettuce. Only that. No salt, no olive oil. Just plain lettuce.

2) Sometimes I wake up early just to piss my sister by saying, "OH MY GOD, WAKE UP! IT'S 7:30" when it's actually 6. Trust me, it works. It's a great method to piss anyone actually :)

3) I hate this person in highschool. It's a girl (No name mentioned). I dislike her...because, she thinks she's so cool just because she has "friends" who are somewhat popular. Even though I don't see her around often, whenever I get to see her, I don't know why but it makes me so angry. Basically, shes a wannabe. I bet nobody really likes her. She tries too hard. The pictures in facebook, wow...That's just speechless. She actually POSES for the picture, trying to ACT cute. In my opinion, I hate those kind of people. My sister, who's in 11th grade, HATES her too.


4) I don't like the sun so much. It BURNS me. I get darker...-.- I used to be a little bit pale in sweden, but now?!?!??LOOK AT ME!! I'm darker...Ugh, stupid sun...

5) Don't you have these days, when you don't feel like talking to your siblings? I do. I NEVER have a single day when my sister doesn't talk to me. I mean, please...Leave me alone...

6) I'm so sleepy right now that I'm closing my eyes while typing. And please excuse me if I have some spelling mistakes... You see, its not that hard like tyou think. And now I have to open my eyes because I have a feeling I've mispelled a ton of words.

7) I can't wait to go to the mall tomorrow with Jaye!!! I've got so much things to buy!!!

8) I've always wondered, why is the Mcdonald when people keep saying that there is alot of obese people in the world? They are complaining about how bad and unhealthy the foods in Mcdonald are, when they don't DO anything about it.

9) Do you know, thats it's not a secret if you say, "Hey, don't tell anyone I told you this. This is a secret" Why? Because secrets aren't meant to be told to nobody. So if you say a secret to someonee, it ISN'T a secret. But don't worry. I do that A LOT :)

10) Yay!!! Finally I'm in number 10!!!That's when it hits me. I thought I was done with english homework, when all of a sudden, I remember : Wordly Wise Test...-.- Darn it.

NEVER Expect So Much

I've told my dad months ago (almost 6 months), that (1) I had to get my eyes checked, (2) get a new camera charger, and (3) to go to the dentist. I've become irascible and I am now entreating him everyday for this. But seriously, why isn't he listening to me? Is it because I haven't been affable to him these days? Was I amiss for asking too much? These thoughts haunts me sometimes.

Then I hear it. The familiar key sound. The footstep that echoes through the hallway. It's dad. I know its him. I walk over to him, and ask straight away, without even a hello, "Dad, WHEN are you going to do at least ONE thing I asked for?" My voice is thick and filled with anger. He looks at me, and sighs. No answer. Just sighs. I'm frustrated, annoyed, and pissed. He doesn't understand me. Is it so hard to do at least one of the things I asked for? I've waited paciently for months, and all I get is a sigh. WHY???

Days past, but not a single change. He keeps saying, "Ok, I'll try" or "Ok, I will." That simple. I'm so infuriated I want to scream at him. But I bite my lips until they hurt. This seems to be interminable. I loose half of my daily energy every day, complaining, complaining, and begging him. I feel tears in my eyes, but dad says what he always says, "Ok." Sometimes I feel sorry for him, sometimes I explode like a volcanoe. Sorry and mad. It's one of them. Mostly happy though. But not this time.

Thats when I learn my lesson. NEVER ask for so much. NEVER expect so much. NEVER keeps your hopes too high, or you might end up being disappointed. You never know.

You Are So Unique

You call my name,

Yeji,

When I come

Back from school,

When tears run

Down your small cheeks.

Your hair,

Has beautiful waves and curls,

Your eyes,

Big,

Deep dark brown,

Shines like the moon,

Unique face,

A face,

Everyone stops,

Just to give you a kiss.

The way you walk,

The way you laugh,

The way you eat your food,

The way you sleep,

Attracks every people,

Who pass by,

You are unique,

Because you're my sister,

Chloe.

You come in my room,

Just to hug me,

Just to give me

Your candy.

You cry,

When you see,

Unknown people,

When mom isn't there,

Beside you.

You're sleeping right now,

In a world

So different from here.

Sleep tight,

My dear sister,

You're beauty,

Makes me give you a kiss.

Sleep tight

My dear sister,

Tomorrow,

Awaits you.

What Would You Do?

Everyday, I come home, and watch something while eating. Today I watched a drama. But one that was so touching that tears run down my cheeks.


What would you do, if you're in a river you and there is only one log for only one person, and you and the person you love, can't swim? Would you use the log, or would you give it to that person? Tricky question. Well, this is what I would do. I would hold on to one side of the log, and him in the other. We don't know what would happen, but still we trust each other. I know you people would think, "Is she crazy? Isn't just dieing for the person you love the right thing to say?" Yes, thats what people would say. But imagine you actually in the situation right now. You have to make a fast decision. You don't want to die, and you don't want him/her to die either.


The problem is this in the drama. The girl isn't a human but in order for her to be one, she has to give her marble to another person. And thats what she does. The guy needs to keep it for 100 days. But the problem is, when the 100 days end, he needs to give her back her marble, but he dies. If he doesn't give her back the marble, she dies. Complicated. The guy finds out right in the 50th day. He makes a choice. He decides to give her back her marble. He's giving away half of his life, and the girl has to give up being a human, just for love. They don't know what would happen to them. The guy might die, and maybe he won't.


I'm eager to know whats going to happen, but thats when it ends. DAM! I hate it when it ends right at the most important part! Jeeze. I guess I have to wait till tomorrow. I'm typing this right now, and I wonder and wonder about what just happened. Today I learn, there is always a way out, but you have to sacrifice something.

Why is Asia's Education System So Strict?

If you aren't from Asia, then it might be hard for you to understand my situation. I bet EVERY Asians concurs with me. Americans, Europeans, Hispanic people go to parties, shopping, sleepovers, when WE have to be stuck at home, learning this ugly, complicated math and other subjects? Why? Why can't they study at the same time too, to make it even? This always infuriates me.



Once, there was a big party at my friends house, but unfortunately, my MOM(she is irascible) didn't let me and demanded me to study...-.-. But do you think its' possible to study when in another world, your friends are laughing, dancing and having the best time ever? I just sit there, and the books stare at me. I swear they do. Anything that involves studying, haunts me.



Another thing I don't understand is why isn't my mom, or any other korean moms not satisfied with their childs grade? Spanish A, Math A-, History A, Science B, and English A. They literally make me sit down on the couch for 1 hour and listen to them go on about just that single, stupid, ugly, nasty, evil B. I mean for crying out loud, my friends get 3 B's and their parents say "Good Job." Can you see that HUGE difference?



I want to tell a tirade speech to the Korean President or government, who ever it is, that I hate this education system. Why don't they do something about it? Or at least try to make studying fun.



When I lived in Korea for a year and a half, I thought I was going to succumb. I've cried and entreated my parents to go back to Sweden and I was tired of staying up late studying. I FAILED there. I felt completely despondent. That is when my mom started making me study like mad. After school, I would go to cram school. It would end at 6. After that, I had to go back home, and had to be tutored. After that, I had to go to my piano school and take lessons there. By 23:00 (11), I would be home exhausted...About to faint... Am I done? No. Still one more thing to do. Homework. Homework from school and cram school. When everyone in my house was sleeping, my room light was the only one on, and I'd be doing hw at night...And I'd say to myself "Wow, this homework is interminable."

I know that Asians, most of the time, is lead to a successful path, but studying that much, leaves a big stress to students. I abhor this education system so much! It is NOT good. This seems amiss to me.

Lots to Confess

P.S= This Confession is my longest Confession ever...

1) I LOVE Confession Tuesday. It's a day when you can confess things and makes you feel a whole lot better.

2) I HATE it when my older sister can say everything she wants to say to me(including insults) and I can't. I remember once I got so mad, I actually attacked her with words and ended up with a hard punch from her. I have to say, she gets so pissed off when I just say "shut up" , when she's the once who says much harsh words, and I deal with them and don't punch her.

3)I HATE it when I find seafood inside my food. At first, I would serve myself a big plateful, when all of a sudden, I see this white, weird sea creature in my food. That's just nasty. So then I would have to give my plate to someone else in my family, and end up eating bread...-.- (This happens to me A LOT)

4) I have to admit, I eat very much. Very much as in really A LOT. I would keep eating and eating and I don't understand why I don't get fat!?!?! I mean, is there something wrong with me? Am I unhealthy??? My sister used to call me "Pig" because of two reasons. (1) I ate like a pig, (2) pig in korean rhymes with my name, Yeji. I used to get so pissed because of this, but I grew out of it.

5) Why are korean moms so worried about studies?!?!?! Can't I have a break for once in my life? Why am I not allowed to go to the movies often and have to be home studying all those weird language and those complicating math? Why can't I go shopping once a week? Why can't I watch T.V with Dad at night? WHY? Those Americans, Latins, and Europeans go to parties, shopping and do whatever they want but why can't I? I seriously with all my heart, hate it that asians education is so stricked. I HATE IT!!!!

6) I don't really enjoy eating so much sweets. When I get candies from parties, I eat a few, like 3 or 4, but the rest, I put them in the refrigerator. After some days, I would remember the uneaten candies. I won't be bothered to eat them so I just throw it away. This might sound weird, but I enjoy eating food than candies. Don't ask me why, because I also don't know.

7) I have another nickname. One that Mrs.Meadows calls me. Lucy Liu. I dont know her that well. But still I find it intersting and funny, especially the Bruce Lee part. Hahahaha =)

8) I love it when its raining, thundering and you're inside your covers, sleeping, the lights are all off and you're just there, listening to the rain pour down to earth. It's just WONDERFUL.

9) I'm not embarrassed of being Christian. I love being Christian. Why would you be embarrassed? If you are embarrassed then you aren't Christian. I thank my parents that I got to know God ^^

10) When there is a big scary test coming, I always pray to God. And I'm being totally honest, but It seriously works. I prayed super hard for the map test, and I was so surprised that I improved a lot and I got 256 for the math score. Believe me, God is real.

11) I've always wondered...Who is my soulmate? I wish I had this talent to know my future.

12) I adore comments. Who doesn't? I bet there is people who are waiting for comments right now. So people, COMMENT!!!

13) I love being home alone. Best time to sleep, listen to music out loud, watch t.v, eat, and sleep again...

14) ...Whoa...I wrote this much? Jeez, I really did have a lot to confess ^^. Anyways, though I still have a lot of things to confess about, I'll save it till later and end here today.

Caught a Nasty Cold

It was steaming. Sizzling. Boiling. Though it was night, I felt no breeze from the window, not even the whispers of wind. I was on the computer, while listening to music, in a "sauna." I didn't put on the air conditioner because then the "sauna" would turn into "north pole" and I'd freeze to death. I like normal temperature.


I gave up on what I was doing and grabbed my pajamas from my closet. I literally ran to my bathroom and turned on the water. The water was cool and perfect. I swear I was in the shower for almost 20 minutes.


I came out the shower and felt the cool air touch my face. I gingerly brushed my hair with my brown comb, and looked out the window. 21.55, still night. My sisters were still sleeping in a day like this. Wow... Normally, I'd blow dry my hair since MY MOM wants me to... She thinks I would have a cold. But c'mon, just one day without it, won't KILL me, would it? I mean it's hot here. So with 3 minutes of thinking, I finally made a decision to just sleep with my hair wet.


The next day...


I woke up, and found myself coughing...My throat hurt the most, and then came my head. If you were in my house, you would've seen a HUGE PILE of kleenex. So yea, I got a red nose for blowing it so much. Now, I recommed you, to NEVER sleep with your hair wet and yes, LISTEN to your mom or else you'd be stuck in your room, blowing your nose for hours, and end up being Rudolph, the red nose reindeer.

You're Just My Friend

There's so many people,
I keep bumping into them,
My books about to

Fall out of my hands.

I'm almost there

to my class,

And I spot you,

Out of 40 people,

I spot you,

In a second.

Your hair shining like

Seven stars all at once,

Your eyes

I could get lost in,

The world would stop,

Just to see,

Your face

A masterpiece.

You are

The perfect creation

From God.

My heart beats,

Uncontrollably.

You see me,

And smile,

Your sweet, special

Smile.

I turn pink,

Scared if

I would get trapped in

Your chocolate brown eyes.

Then I see it.

She comes up to you,

Your facial expression changes,

My heart beat stops.

She shows you

Her beautiful smile,

You show her yours,

She playing with her

Long brown, wavy hair,

Her nails,

Deep dark,

Purple,

Your favorite color.

She laughs,

You laugh,

And I stare.

I look at my nails,

No manicure,

No violet enamel,

Just plain ugly.

I look at my hair,

Short, straight,

Black, boring,

No waves or curls,

Just normal.

I feel bitter,

Envy,

Embarrassed.

I turn my body,

Trying to hide

Myself behind the people.

And I walk,

Slowly,

Far away

From you.

Your just my friend,

A friend,

Nothing more.

I hold back,

My streaming tears,

And I walk to class.

Your just my friend...

Dear Ashini

Y. Seok
618 Miracle Lane
Panama City, Panama

September 8th 2010

Dear Ashini,
How are you? This isnt an imperative letter but I just wanted to tell you how I was. It's been so long not talking to you. After that spontaneous news about you leaving to Denmark, my desposition changed from good to bad. Our memories still recur to me. We used to tell our deepest secrets, gossip, and laugh together. You used to hear my struggles, compliment me, and care about me. You were the one who cheered me up. But now you're gone to somewhere far way-Denmark. Even though I sometimes complain to you, you listen to me, without a single argue. I'm sorry if I wasn't a great friend, but you were just so nice enough to understand me. Thank you :)


I miss you're laugh at lunch, your support in spanish class, and your voice which always sounded so warm, like you were my sister. There is so much things I want to tell you, but I can't. You're not here... Remember the times when you used to read me your anthology of poems ? They were so beautiful I can still remember it clearly. I wish I could hear it again, but of course we can't go back time.


I wonder how you are doing Ashini. Do you like Denmark? I bet you do. It's would be your first time seeing snow!!! Is the people in your school kind? Do you have a bestfriend? I surmise that you do because no one would hate your personality.


My dad said that next year we would probably leave Panama. I hope we get picked to go to Denmark!!!Then I can see you and be your bestfriend I used to be. I miss you so much and love youuuu !!!!! :D

Your friend who misses you a lot,
Yeji Seok

Confession Tuesday

I am not going to like a guy. I know it would take a while to get use to, but I'm going to try my best. These days, I realized that if you secretly like a guy, the only thing that gives you is a second of happiness and the rest is pain and hurt. Some of you guys could think I'm out of my mind, but if you are in my shoes right now, you will understand. Liking a guy, makes you think of him all day long, you become self-concious, and you cannot concentrate on other things.


The person who was once in my heart, is slowly starting to disappear. I try to think of other things-- a funny movie, my bestfriend, and what I will do when I come home. I'm afraid I will have a broken heart if I like a guy. I don't look at his face, I don't look at his direction, and I talk to other guys to take my mind off him. The love you get back, last just a second, but makes your heart beat so fast you're out of breath. But the pain and hurt you get, has no words to describe it. It feels as if you are drowning in the big waves, pushing you deep inside the dark, cold ocean. I don't want to struggle anymore longer. The pain I had is so much, I can't even bare it. I don't think I'm ready to experience it again. I need to wait for my heart to heal.

In my grade, almost every girl has a crush. Or thats what I'm guessing. If you tell me to seperate the people into two, I can. People who are happy because of love, and people who are sad because of love. Surprising, but its true.

So yeah. Thats what I want to confess today. I'm not saying I am going to hate guys, but that I will not like a guy as in have a crush on him. But instead, I want to be a great friend to everyone, including guys, and be the happy, friendly Yeji, I used to be.

I Will Never Drink Wine Again

I flipped through the channels, nothing dragging my attention, not even my favorite channel number 7. Dad sat beside me, a glass of wine in his hand. He watched me flip through some more channels and after a few seconds, he yelled, "Wait, stop there Yeji! Lets watch that."





I rolled my eyes, and threw the remote control onto the sofa. Every movie my dad choose, are mostly detective and mystery. And this of course, was one of them. It was SUPER boring I shall say, but my dad was so into the movie he didn't notice I stood up and went to the kitchen to get myself some bread. I sat back onto the black sofa, and looked around. I was drowning in boredom;I had to do something.

Then thats when an idea hits me . I turned to look at dad, who of course was still drinking his wine , while looking at the T.V. I saw the blood-red wine shinning inside the glass.



"Dad, can I take a sip of your wine please?" I asked, my voice shaking. Dad stopped watching the T.V and looked at me, confused.


"You want to drink this???" Dad asked, his face the are-you-crazy sign.


"Yes, just a sip. I want to try how it taste like" I replied. Dad thought for a moment, and I heard nothing but just the sound of the T.V.


"Ok, but just a sip." He warned, handing me his blood- red wine. The smell was so strong. Grape, alcohol, and other things which I couldn't recognize. I put my lips onto the glass, and slowly, but carefully started to drink little by little. The taste was powerful, it was worse than anything I've ever tasted in my whole life. A frown stretched across my face, and quickly I placed the wine down on the table.



"AHHHHHH ITS NASTY!!!!!" I yelled, running to the kitchen to get some water.


"I knew you wouldn't like it" I heard my dad say behind me. Drinking the water didn't help much but at least some of the taste went away. I sat down back on the sofa and looked at my dad drinking wine. I shivered. The wine slowly started to dissapear.





Thats when I learned it. I will NEVER again drink wine. I can still remember the taste perfectly. My dad used to tell me wine taste like grape juice but just with alcohol but NO WAY, its not true...Its WORSE. At least to me it was. I promise to myself I will never again let that glass of wine near me. The worst part is, I had a really bad stomache ache AND my disposition went normal to bad...-.-

Just the way you are- Bruno Mars

Like any other day, I was on the bus, listening to music. Today, all the way home, I was listening to songs like, Cody Simpson's -"iYiY," "Just the way you are," by Bruno Mars, "Whatcha say" by Jason Derulo," and "Dynamite" sung by Taio Cruz. Most of the time, when I listen to music, I think about the things that happened to me in the past, and remember them. I never have a blank mind while I listen to music. I dont know why. It's just how I am :)

All the songs I hear are very good, but these days, my favorite one is the song, "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars. I don't know whether this song just came out or if it is old , but I mean, who cares? Music that you LIKE, is what that matters. This music, it brings back a lot of memories and thoughts. I'm in my own world, thinking...and thinking... The words, its so touchy, I'm swimming in them. It relates so perfectly to what I'm usually thinking these days. The person who says, "I like just the way you are", the person who doesn't care about what you wear, how you look, but cares about that pure clean heart of yours. The person who thinks about you, who says "You're so beautiful" every day, who says "There is nothing for you to change because you're amazing"


And I keep thinking, while the bus is moving, while I see the world outside, through my window. I don't think about the people who are walking, the little kids who are screaming, or the traffic. But this music.

The face, the memories, the thought, the words, it flashes up. Its like I'm seeing a movies. But instead of not knowing what would happen next, I know it. I know what would happen. I know it perfectly. Because its my memory. But somewhere deep inside my heart, it cries...and cries...and I don't know why...


I hear my sister shouting at me, and then I realize, that the bus was waiting for me to go out the door. I wish I could listen to this song, a little bit more, just 5 more minutes, but this stupid bus stops me...

I Love Spaghetti

I love spaghetti. All Italian foods are amazing but spagetti's my favorite. I always order spaghetti in every restaurant I go to. You might think, "Don't you get tired of them?" Well, no. I never do. I wouldnt mind if I ate spaghetti all three meals. Thinking of it, already makes my mouth water.

The best spaghetti I've ever ate so far was in Miami, at Dolphin Mall. Oh my God, Im getting hungry. The golden cheese sprinkled on top on the beautiful red sauce and spaghetti noodles. It melts in my mouth, the wonderful taste pervading. I regret not getting a second serving, but oh well, there would be better ones in the world, wouldnt they?

My sister calls me a spaghetti freak (I think I really am). But how am I suppose to stop my love towards spaghetti? Impossible. Never. When Im an adult, Im going to go to Italy and try the REAL spaghetti. I'll see if what people said is true. If someone dared me not to eat spaghetti for a month, I bet you I'll lose in a week (Seriously).

I better stop from here, or I'll end up in the kitchen shouting, "Mom! Make me spaghetti!!!"

I Go to Facebook

Because it's where
People go
to chat,
See picture of your friends,
and to know whats happening.

I see who are online,
and chat,
With Luciana,
Jaye,
Eleanor,
Carla,
The usuals.

We talk about,
School,
Homework,
Movies,
Friends,
The usuals.

But today,
I feel bored, tired and blue
I see a person online,
And chat,
A person who I barely
Talk to.

The new feeling,
The new subject,
The excitement that pervades
Through my body.

The person
Who now,
Feels like my bestfriend,
Who I've forgotten,
But now found.

The longer we talk,
The feeling we're getting
To know each other better,
The feeling
We're more than
Just friends.

The person says bye,
And I feel the needles stabbing
Into my heart.
The person's typing something.
I wait.
And I see it
The words the person typed.
I smile my biggest smile,
And reply.
Then say ,"Goodbye"

The Tell-Tale Heart

It was midnight when our commander woke us up. Most of my friends were still sound asleep but I managed to get up and clad my police suit. It had been told that a shriek had been heard by a neighborhood during the night. I surmised that It was a murder or a robbery. 2 of other police officers and I were to go to the victims house.

We knocked on the door, and saw a man smiling. We introduced ourselves and said that our endeavor was to search the house for any evidence to the death. The man nods, the smile still there, as if he already knew what we were going to say. The man said in a non- abrasive tone that he was the son of the old man, and that he left the country.

We made a cursory search around the house before entering any of the rooms. Nothing. As my other two friends and I entered the victims room, I felt gruesome stretch across my body as if I got bitten by a snake and the poison was pervading. We gingerly looked for any inventory that could prove the death. But unfortunately, there wasnt much.

I was surprised to see the man bring chairs for us to sit. The man kindly asked us if we want anything to drink. I quickly asked for coffe since my mouth was dehydrated because I havent drank anything since I woke up.


We sat there, sipping our coffee, while he answered cheerily, we chatted off familiar things. The man sat on a chair, listening to our conversation. He talked more fluently, with a heightened voice. Though my mouth kept chatting, my mind was on the man. Now his face showed no color but white, and the smile that welcomed us first, gone... We talked louder--louder--louder! And still we chatted pleasantly, and smiled. The man paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, frustration shown on his face. I suspected he was the murderer. We smiled our hipocritical smile and now--again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER!--

The man took it no more and shrieked, "Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed!--tear up the planks!--here, here!-- it is the beating of his hideous heart" We tore the planks and I felt a chill ran up my spine and grimaced as I saw the succumbed man, still as a stone, the abrasion on his body, haunting me.

I Hate Mosquitos

Today, I want to confess that I hate mosquitoes. The way they buzz into air, the way they look, gives goosebumps on me. And of course, being bitten my one...This is one of the reason why I dont enjoy being in warm countries. BUGS are the problems. Mosquitoes are the worst.


Here I am, typing and Im already bitten by one. I have the urge to scratch them, but I know that wont help. And the weird thing is, I dont see them!!! Where on earth are they??? They are like these invisible creatures that just bites you and go. And leaves you with the whole day scratching it...


Do you know what is the most common thing people suffer from? Yes, you're right. Mosquitoes...


Sometimes, I wonder why God made mosquitoes when the only thing they do is make people sick. They dont do no good. Just biting you and leave.


Do you know how annoying it is when a fly buzzes in your ear while your sleeping? VERY ANNOYING. It bothers your sleep and you just want to kill that stupid thing to stop buzzing and for it to go away.

I swear if there wasnt any mosquitoes in this earth right now , I would be typing this in PEACE.

Frustrated, Annoyed, Depressed.

Have you ever been so nervous that you cant even talk to that person? You've got more than 6 things to say but your lips are glued? Frustrated, annoyed, and blaming yourself. It goes on for days, but it doesnt improve. You see that person online one day, and you say Hi, but as soon as you click enter, he's offline. One step too late.


You're frustrated, annoyed, and blaming yourself...again. Negative thoughts stab you hard in the heart, like sharp knives. Your homework is infront of you, the clean worksheet waiting, untouched. You've got a quiz tomorrow, but you dont study. You just stare...thinking...thinking...waiting...daydreaming...

You talk to people, trying to push that thought away. But it doenst last long. It shoots back to you. Making you think...think...think...again....



Then an idea comes into mind. Your fingers type quickly, and you find yourself in fb. You click your inbox, and click "send a new message." Slowly, but carefully you type. 10 minutes, 15 minutes...You're done.



Your heart is healing, and the rock that was in your heart, slowly fades away. You smile. Not depressed, frustrated, or annoyed.


Then you realize, if you send a message, the pounds of worry disappears. You've told your worry to that person, and soon it would be read, and be solved. Your heart isnt entirely perfect, but better.



And then you go back to do your homework.

This Year, I hope to be more understanding

Dad, you come home late, dark circles under your eyes, and you walk slowly towards your room and collapse onto the bed. I complain, you listen, I complain, you nod, I complain some more, but you dont shout at me. You say you understand, but I say you dont.

You've taught me life lessons, you've taught me how to handle problems, you make me feel protected, you pass word of wisdom. You're like a sun to me, always there, beaming light and warmth of my life. But still I would complain, to an innocent person like you, as if the love you gave me, was not enough.

This year, I hope to be more understanding. I'll greet you with a warm smile, when you come home late from work, I will respect you, because you are my rock and sun.

This year, I hope to be more understanding. I'll let you sleep when you're tired, I'll listen to you, I will not complain.

You give me shelter of care, you've taught me what's right and wrong, and lead our house, with instruction from the bible.

This year, I will be more understanding, and will do my best to be your first class daughter.

Music

I stepped inside the bus, the cold air hitting my face. I shiver as I sit in my usual bus seat. More people entered the bus, the silence disappearing. I opend my blue bagpack, taking out my Ipod. I turned the music high, ignoring the small kids screaming. Everything was clear. No more screams, no more yelling. But only me and the music, me and the words, me and the melody. The rythems, the beat, the touching words, it sooth my heart, the worries I had these past weeks, slowly fading away.
I didn't think about anything. Nothing. Nothing at all. The stress, the struggles, the worries, they all melted. The time I fought with my friends, the time insults attacked me, the time I wanted to cry out loud, they no more disturbed my mind.
I glanced out the window, only about 2 minutes untill we arrive at school. I sighed, knowing I have to turn off my Ipod off. That second, when I took out my ear phones, when I touched my Ipod to turn it off, the worries, the stress flew back to me. It was as if a big wave of woes was about to crash into me.
It's like that. When I hear music, my woes disappear, but if I don't, It flies back to me.

He Promised

I like beans with ketcup
But George ain't got no ketchup
When I make trouble,
He calls me a crazy fool
He calls me a dumb basterd
But I ain't want no trouble
And George know it


We got somebody to talk to
We're gonna live off the fata the lan'
He said I can tend 'em rabbits
Colorful ones too
Millions of 'em
Furry ones
George promised

George don't like me petting no mice
He said it ain't fresh
He said he'd give me a pup
George promised
He won't lie to me
I know he won't
He promised

Summer

People who likes all the season, people who don't mind living in a hot country, I wish I was one of them. Me? I don't like warm countries, nor summer.
Summer-the weather most people enjoy, the weather that brightens up peoples heart- has never been a pleasing weather to me. Sweaty, sticky, sun tan, smelly, burnt...Not the way I like it. What about Panama? To be honest, I don't like this country that much. I've always wondered , "Why can't every country have all seasons? Why didn't God make it like that?" Then I realized, things can't always happen what you expect it to be.
I've always blamed my dad for choosing to come to Panama, how much I cried. I remember I lived in Sweden, Stockholm. Every peace of my life, every second of my life, it was like magic. Cool weather, snow, nice fresh breeze, nature surrounding me, generous people, I've always felt free, as if my chain that was holding me, broke.
I'm not telling you that I HATE summer, but countries with all summer, I can't stand living in those countries for more than 3 years. I'd get sick, tired, exhausted. I guess thats just how I am. Yeji. That simple girl. Its me, and I can't stop from being who I am. The girl who loves cold weather but hates being sweaty under the sun.

Never Dies, Nor Does it Burn

George-the man who can be short-tempered at times-is Lennie's shield, his guard, his protection.

A devoted friend,

who never weakens his commitment to protect his friend,

the way a mother would protect her child.

"Because I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you"

Their bond never dies, nor does it burn.

George, the idealist,

who believes the story of their future farm,

tells and retells to Lennie.

Lennie-the man who has mental retardation,

who likes to pet soft things,

who wants to tend the rabbits- has a vision of his future .

"An' live off the fatta the lan',"

The words precious and strong like gold,

shines like the billion stars in the black sky.

"George gonna come back. He wouldn't do nothing like that. I been with George a long time." The faith, the love, the friendship, never dies, nor it burns.

The moon and the stars

The night and the morning

Troubles, pain, hatred,

sorrow, suffer they would face,

yet their dream,

their future does not stop them from going.

Moving to Panama

The smell of spagetti filled the air, my family busy eating. A lavish amount of spagetti was placed on my plate, ready to be eaten. The spagetti sank into my mouth, so delectable I might have a second serving of spagetti. I didn't realize dad calling me until Minjeong(my sister) kicked me under the table.
"Yeji...We decided to leave Sweden and go to Panama." Dad said excitedly. I froze in shock and consternation. The silence of a few seconds stretched for an eternity. Finally my mouth opened.
"Leave? To a country I've never heard of? Panama?" I replied in disbelief.
"You beseeched us to move to another country Yeji" Mom whispered from the back. My face turned red with anger, tears forming in my eye.
"But thats when I was mad!!!" I stood up, and ran straight to my room, not meeting my parents eyes. I slammed the door shut behind me, as I lay prostrate on my bed. I began to ponder what I would do, what would happen next.
Sweden, a country I am always gratified with, a country that has all the precious memories , is begining to break into million of peaces, impossible to put it back together. I regretted my impetuous decision to insult Sweden . If only I could go back into time, if only I didn't tell dad I wanted to leave...If only... Regrets began to pile up inside me, making me feel guilty.
Suddenly something caught my eyes. A garlands of fresh flowers were placed on my desk. I looked at it and thought, " Maybe...maybe in Panama, I would bloom like those flowers, getting use to the country like I did in Sweden, and my leaves would turn old and fall out, and without me noticing, I'd miss Panama, just like I did to Sweden" A smile stretched across my face, and I felt something grow inside me. A little seed was planted in my heart, the seed that symbolizes hope.

Seafood:(

I've never liked seafood since I was little. The look of it, the smell of it, always grossed me out. I remember in Korea, I was at my grandparents house and we had seafood for dinner. The alive small looking octopus legs were cut into many little peaces, as they move and twist from the white plate. I stared. Grandma had one ready for me, already in her chopstick, moving like a worm.

"Yeji, try this. Its very delicious" She said joyfully. I hesitated. After deciding that I was going to give it a try, I opened my mouth, and in it went. Sticky, gewy, slimy. It stuck on my tongue like glue, and that instant I threw up. Tears exploded from my eyes. From that day on, I've never dared any seafood in my mouth. And of course, never the octopus.

People think korean like seafood, and yes it's true. They expect Koreans, no actually Asians to like seafood. But what I think is that people are different and for me, I dont like seafood. In fact, I hate them.

Sushi, one of the most popular seafood that people like, well I've never tried one. Surprised? Please, dont be. It's me, and I cant change who I am. I would be me forever, the girl who hates seafood.

Waiting, Then You Get

I sat on my chair, hw waiting paciently on my desk, waiting it to be finished. 6:35, at least 4 or 5 more hours until Minjeong and Dad comes back from Washington. 5 more hours...I sighed heavily, and I browsed through my desk, looking for a sharp pencil. My hand flew to the white paper, my hw so easy you could work out the problems in your head. Easy as anything. Then I stopped. Suddenly a thought flashed in my head, interuppting my study.
Minjeong was always the one going somewhere with my dad FIRST! Anger erupted like a volcano. Why? Why cant it be me? Why? Is being younger meaning not having more "responsibility" than your older sister? Is that it? Question asked wildly in my head, but not answered.
I sighed heavily, as I quickly finished my hw. My heart was stuffed, with hatred, anger, jealousy, and more anger. I've waited so much, actually longer than my sister to go to washington. But my dad picked HER...I remember how much I wanted to scream, like in a plastic bag and pop it in another world, and my scream would explode. There is nothing to keep my mind to calm down, but maybe sleep. I layed down in my head, the blanket sinking me deeper into it like a quick sand. My eyes rested, time running by.
It was nearly 10 and I havent noticed Minjeong and dad come in until Minjeong decided to pock me. I woke up, and stared. A white sweater, with colorful flowers was held by her hands, up in the air to show me. A scream escaped from my mouth, and I hugged Minjeong until she told me I was hugging her to tight. I laughed.
Waiting, its something thats really hard for me. It need pacient. But someone like me, well you have to practice. But you wait, you have pacient, and something would happen. Something GOOD would happen. You'll get something as in return :)

Betrayed

Lyn and I squeezed ourself between the busy people, making our way to our locker, at the 2nd floor. Click Pop! My locker opened, and I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I look behind. Fransisco, my worst enemies friend (Jessica) , stood behind me, a smile placed on her face .
" Jessica wants to meet you in the Wonderland Park. She wants to give you something" Fransisco pleaded. I pondered through the question, thinking of an answer.
"No" I replied coldly, not meeting her eyes.
" C'mon Em, I beseech you for this. She says she has to see you right now " Fransisco's voive rose .
I took a deep breathe, and the word just slipped out of my mouth, "Ok"
Fransisco's view dissappeared into the crowds of students. Lyne, who was watching the whole thing, nudged me. I jumped up, realizing I have 2 minutes until class start. I dumped my book in my bagpack, and headed straight to english class, Lyne next to me
Mr. Kye as usual, talked and talked, boredom in everyones eyes. Thats when my brain started to think. Why would Jessica want to see me? All these years, she never ever spoke a word to me. Would she want to be friends with me again? Questions filled the air, and I didnt realizeMr. Kye calling me until Lyne poked me hard on the ribs. I was daydreaming, something I never do. I felt someone staring at me that second, someone glaring at me. I looked around, everyone was reading. I browsed through the students, and spotted someone. Jessica. Her eyes was vicious, as if she was staring through my soul. I quickly turned my head, my heart raced. I thought of any possible reasons why Jessica would stare at me as if I was some trash or a stranger to her. No answers came in mind.
School ended unusually fast, and I could feel swet forming in my palm. My heart raced uncontrollable, as if it was about to burst through my ribs. I got my bicycle, peddaling fast to the Wonderland park. It isnt really a "Wonderland " Park, but rather a strange small ,not very popular park. Dark I shall say. My destination was closer, just a few meters away from me. I stoped. Should I really go? What if...what if something bad happenes to me? What if... My mind was thinking negative, looking at the dark sight. I pedaled slowly, and sounds of reverly came from the park. I stopped, listening closely to their conversation. Jessica's laughter was the loudest and I heard a voice I recognized. Lyne. Lyne?
Suddenly a shocking sentence was heared, from... from Lyne's voice.
" Ugh, it was so hard to pretend being Emma's friend. Today is the day when we can finally revenge her!!!What a brat she was" Everything in my head was blank. My heart sank. I stared. I regretted my impetuous decision of saying I was coming, of me being so stupid. I turned my bicycle, going the opposite direction to the park. Going home. My mind, my heart was broosed, torn, cut, ripped. Lyne, who has been my friend since Kindergarten, betrayed me. I couldnt figure out why, but I know I was backstabbed. Tears pour down my cheeks, as if it was a broken fountain. My legs was moving fast, passing through the busy cars, beeping sounds echoed my ears, but I didnt care. I pass the laundary store, school, bakery, and by the time I reached my house, my breath was out. My heart is sore, broosed. My cheeks was pink, sore because of the tear. I started screaming, not caring who or what was looking at me. I just couldnt stop blamming the world. I just couldnt...

Confession Thusday: Why is it Always Me?

I have to confess that I really hate it when someone calls me for help ALL THE TIME. This, always happens to me at my house. And I suffer through it every single time, pressing my anger down. Whenever Im doing hw, when Im in the shower, when Im eating, when Im playing, everysingle minute of my life, Mom would call ME for help. I mean, Minjeong is just next to herwhy cant SHE ask HER? Am I this servant who have to help her all the time? I dont mind helping once or twice, I mean thats easy. But imagine ALL THE TIME! The word already is giving me goosebumps.

Some of you people might think that Im a spoilt person who hates helping her parents, but if you're in my shoe right now, handling my situation, trust me, you would feel the pain. My mom, who thinks Im the "nice child", thinks I am always going to help her. Yes, I can but not ALL THE TIME. I am not the only child Mom!!!Minjeong is right next to you doing her hw in your desk, and Im miles apart from you. But still she insist to call me. I wish so hard to punch the pillow then, and yes sometimes I go crazy because of this. It stresses me out!!!White hair might grow out of my head!

Most of the time, I wanto to scream at her, or just cry till no tears are left. I feel so used at times, and now at home, I just cant handle it. I just cant... Im always the one taking care of Chloe all the time, the one helping mom, the one who have to handle everything what people say. I wonder if Mom doesnt feel anything, if she expects me do what she orders me". If only she calls on Minjeong too, if only shes equal, then maybe I could help her...

Beauty of Weather

Theme: Weather

Description: A selection of poems that reference weather, mostly how the day is. Weather would mostly remind you of Winter, Summer, Autumn, Spring, sun, moonlight, storm, thunder, wind etc...These poem makes you feel as if you're actually seeing what is happening in the poem. The poet gives you a full picture, and imagery by his precious, meaningful words.
Synopsis: A selection of poem that reference weather.

A Crosstown Breeze By Henry Taylor

Ah! Sunflower By William Blake

Aubade: Some Peach, After Storm By Carl Philips

Bed in Summer By Robert Louis Stevenson

Rain By Claribel Alegria

Snow By Naomi Shihab Nye

Weather Is Good By Anne-Marie Oomen

Who Has Seen The Wind? By Christina Rossetti

She Will Fly

She Will Fly

Her wings,

Up in the sky, it will fly,

Over the mountain, it will fly,

Over the houses, it will fly,

In winter, summer, spring, autumn,

It will fly.

Snow falls,

Rain pours,

Yet she will fly.

Till her wings hurt,

She will fly.

To countries, She will fly.

Around the world, the stars, the moons,

Till she gets old,

Till her breath can take her,

She will fly.

Her somnolent eyes
Eager for a nap, rest, break
It does not resist
Everything deeply asleep
Her mind, finally in peace

Today

Threats from the darkness in the sky
Obstreperous roar of a lion
Dead silence
Amaranthine rain
Yet the shimmers of eye catching light strikes again

Homework

Homework, something people wants to escape away from
Obese my binder is, with millions of paper sticking out
Many hw today as usual...Tsunami of them is arpoaching
End of this pain, end of my 2 projects seems invisible
Work, yes I do, forcing my hand to hold that hard wooden pencil for 1 hour
Only if they give us more time, only if they do...
Really much things I got to handle in just one day, feels as if I'm holding a big water tank all by myself. Oh God, ENGLISH HW!!!!!!
Kidding I wish I was, but its true, I havent done it.

Acrostic Poem for Balboa

Being the student of Balboa Academy
Always reminds me of my school in Sweden
Lovely friends I've made here, learning more than I expected
Barely any dogmatic friends I met
Only problem is to work harder in Spanish
And I think, not such an onerous school is it?

S.O.L # 31 Best Day:)

Went to the movies

We watched The Book of Eli

Fighting was scary

But Eli went brave and tough

I guess I'm not bored today!!!

S.O.L # 30 Worries...

Today, as you guys know is ....Tuesday. Yeah yeah, you guys must love Tuesdays, and I would too, if only there wasnt a bunch of worry in me.

Tomorrow, in our church the youth group(including Minjeong and I) were going to the movies to watch The Book of Eli at 4:00 in multiplaza. I really so much want to go but I'm not so sure because I dont think my mom would let me and stuff. Plus! Sarah wants a party in her house right after the movie and that I'm 10% sure if I could go or not...You might wonder why I want to go to the movies so much and go to Sarahs party, but thats just because I dont want another boring day ahead of me. I mean won't you feel like that as well? Being outside with your friends is WAY better than being stuck up in your house, nothing to do.

So yea, thats about it with my worry. I know I'd be the most unhappiest person on earth If my mom doesnt allow me to go to the movies. Seriously I really would. I'm guessing the only way to make it come true is ask God to help me and just hope it would come true!!!