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.