Worst Class Ever

Mr. Poperson walks into the class, and the people quiets down immediately. He announces that they would be a test on Friday about Beethoven, telling us we should listen carefully to him when he talks about the famous musician, Beethoven.

Ugh, I thought to myself. This is why I hate music class. We barely even get to play any instruments. He quizzes us every week and most of the class fails. I bet during his weekend, he spends his time figuring out more quizzes and tests. I grab my music notebook from my backpack and open it to a clean page. Mr. Poperson starts talking, as the class drops dead silent, trying to assimilate the information about Beethoven. I brush through the page, my brain moving faster than my hands. Mr. Poperson walks around the room, peeking over out shoulders once in a while to check how we're doing. He continues talking about Beethoven, how he was lionized, and was always meticulous about his work. Suddenly a new guy named Chris, raises his hand, interrupting Mr. Poperson. He probably doesn't know how much he hates being interrupted.

“What is it, Chris?” Mr. Poperson says, trying his best to hide his frown.

“I've heard from some people that Beethoven was considered crazy. Is it true?” asks Chris. Mr. Poperson explains to him he is wrong, that he only seems to look crazy because of how focused he was into his work. By looking at Chris's face, I can see he is not convinced at all. More hands shoots up, and soon there is a dissension among the students who thinks Beethoven is crazy. I know they are doing this on purpose just to piss Mr. Poperson off. I keep quiet, hoping this horrible class would end, and it does. I jump up from my seat, and squeeze my body through the people, making myself out the door, without being dismissed.

Nobody Knows Why

On January 3rd, 2010, at 10pm in South Korea, President Lee Myeong Park was in his car, when gun shots were heard. It was attacking the black car the president was in, and finally it stopped, and the victims disappeared. Thankfully President Lee Myeong Park was not injured, but he and the people who were in the car was in anarchy. Though the victims has escaped, through the CC T.V camera, the police were able to determine who they were. They were a conspiracy of Korean officers.

The police is trying to figure out why the Korean officers had tried to kill the Korean President, but they don't know why. Nobody knows until the police apprehends the victims and ask them why.

4 Things I'm Worried About

Worries...why do they have to ruin your day? I'm not saying everyday is a nightmare or anything, but teenagers suffer through a lot of stress. There are 4 things that bother me. FOUR BIG THINGS.

1) Which country I'll be going next

2) University

3) Crush

4) Studying

It's almost time for me to leave. I'm predicting I would leave Panama this year. But where? Hmmm... I honestly don't know. My dad wrote down two or three places in Europe and is just waiting for the result to come out. We've been waiting for MONTHS and yet, it is not announced. Whoever that takes care of these things really pisses me off...-__- Anyways, I really hope its somewhere good and a place where I can find my dream. I'm praying for it to be Sweden or Denmark. And yes, I've lived in Sweden before but who cares? It's an awesome country :) Usually, I won't really care where I go but this time I DO care. It's going to be my last country that I would live with my parents and I want to make wonderful memories that would remain in my heart forever.

University. I'm probably sure those who are reading this would think, "Why would you think about this when you're only an 8th grader? Isn't it too early?" My answer : No. I think the more you are prepared, the higher chance you will succeed. But the most important thing is, what are you going to be? You need to have a dream to study harder. I'm afraid to tell you, I don't know what my dream is. People go for the things they are best at or things they enjoy but I really don't know what I'm best at. Anyways, I hope God shows me the road I should pick for my future(:

Now the third thing. Crush, one that a lot of people struggle through. To tell you the truth, I fear of loving a person too much and end up being hurt. The sentence keep spinning around my head. "What if he doesn't like me?" It's stupid to like a person that doesn't like you back. But in the other hand, its hard to stop liking that person. I've said to myself that I would not like anyone because, like I said before, I fear that I would be heartbroken. When the guy has the same feelings for you, it was worth taking the risk. But if he doesn't, you would be drowning in your own tears. So basically it is, would you risk it or would you not? For me it's harder than solving a math problem. So what I'll do is follow my heart. And I'll just wait. If the person comes back to me, it is mine, but if it doesn't, we were not meant to be.

I'll stop from here since I'm getting quite tired typing all this. But surprisingly I feel better and my heart feels lighter than before :)

Thanks for reading(:

An Incomplete Puzzle

Ugh...

I'm was so stressed because of my older sister, Minjeong. I can handle insults once in a while, but not everyday. Whenever I pass by my sister, she's just so pissed and "whispers" some derogatory comments loud enough so that I can hear. She claims she is whispering, saying that she wasn't talking to me, but I can tell by her face that she is lying. I mean, if she has a problem, come tell me in front of my face, not "whisper" all the time or hit me all of a sudden. I ABHOR it when people just get mad at me when I was just standing there, doing NOTHING. Honestly, why do they have to be mad at an innocent person ruining his/her day? Unfair. So unfair.

Here, this is what I think about big sisters:

1) They can insult their little sisters/brothers whenever, wherever.

2) They can hit them whenever, wherever.

3) They say what they want to say without really thinking.

4) No patience.

5) Gets so pissed when little sister/brother says something mean to them.

6) Does not try to listen to listen to little sister/brother's feelings.

OK, this is all I can think of, but there is a whole lot I haven't wrote.

So yea, basically, all I wanted to say is how hard it is to understand my sister...It's like this puzzle I cannot put back, a puzzle that would take me ages to finish. But someday, I hope I can complete the puzzle, and understand my sister's feelings , as our relationship draws closer.

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.