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?