Dear Friend…

Hey _______.

Remember the time that we first met? We were both lost and neither of us could understand the map. You asked me for direction and I asked you for direction. We ended up at the parking lot and late for class that day. Oh, and what about that water balloon party where you insisted on throwing just green water balloons at me and I insisted on throwing purple water balloons at you because we both know that were each other’s favorite colors? The time when we raced each other around the track and ran out of breath during midway? How about that time I tried to sing and you said I was the best singer in the world while other people covered their ears? And that time you pushed me into the pool and I pretended to drown? You freaked out that time didn’t you? Lol, what about that one time we tried to bake muffins and only one turned out right? We had a good fight about it, did you remember? We ended up splitting it in half and I gave you the half with the most sprinkles on it because you love sprinkles…. Man, we had fun didn’t we? I knew you since sixth grade and I’ve been hanging out with you since. You’re always that fun, clever, hyper girl who pokes me in the back when she feels like it and I’m always the girl who threaten to sing when you do. Ahhhh the memories keep coming back.

I’m going to miss you a lot you know. Good luck at your new school. Give me an email once in a while ok? I promise to write back real soon. Oh and you better invite me to your birthday parties 😛 or else I’m going to be mad and send angry kitties to you house, I know how much you hate them.

You-Know-Who! 🙂

Yeah…so one of my friends is going to move away really, really soon because of her dad’s work >_<‘ Ahhh this sucks. We still have email and IM and stuff but I can’t see her at school anymore. I’m planning to get all of my friends and classmates together and write a farewell card for her, I think she’ll like it… I missed her already.T_T

My…uh, dream? o.o

I have one of the strangest dream yesterday. It was really, really vivid. I guess the cause is probably an overdose of fantasy books. Ahh, I’m addicted to those things. I guess my ordinary life gets boring once in a while. Well anyways, at the beginning of my dream, I was in a forest. It was sort of misty but after walking for a couple of minutes, the mist cleared. The forest then turned beautiful with lots of strange trees and animals. I think there were crystallized apple trees, some head shaped rocks and a chocolate stream. The sky was orange with like 3 rainbows and was full of clockwork birds. Then I said something to someone I’m supposedly familiar with in my dream and suddenly I arrive at a cottage. Then for some strange reason, I started to stuff myself with meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Some talking pumpkins soon interrupted me and teleported me to an abandon castle. I then has to put on knight’s armor and fought a dinosaurs. My armor glowed green while I chanted some weird spell and somehow I pulled a wand out of nowhere. I zapped the dinosaurs to dust. Then I did some sort of victory dance and a princess jumped 10 stories down to greet me. I guess we talked a little bit about something that was really hilarious for long while. She did gave me something but I don’t remember. I sort of woke up after that.

Yeah, I think I’m delusional. 😛 Well, in a good way at least? xD

Pile of work! :x

Wheeew, I’m glad that is over. I got one hectic week. I got bombarded with tests everyday this week so I didn’t have the time to update my blog. Geh, there goes my promise of keeping this blog active. >_< Well, school is a good enough reason right? I notice that teachers tend to assign hard assignments and give hard quizzes at the end of every grading period. Recently, I just had a Math test worth 33% of my grade! Imagine if I bomb that one! Oh man, the pressure is on now. This can actually lower my A. Hopefully I did well like on my quizzes. Math and PE are the two subject I’m not good at and if I drop below a B+ I’ll not get as much computer time. My parents are seriously doting parents lol. Also, the grade in your other classes worth 30% of your AVID grade. Yeah, now you figured out why I was cramming like crazy right before the grading period end. I really want my grade to look good on my report card. xD Now I can slack off just a bit and actually have time to do stuff rather than stuck in my room studying all day. Yay.

Oh yeah, guess what I’m doing in PE? Rock climbing! The wall is really high and I have a slight fear of height. Yikes! The PE grade this grading period is not looking so good. The wall I have to climb is really high and I really don’t have that much arm muscle. Nooo, why did I spent so much time on a chair everyday? I need to exercise more if I want to climb that wall.

Multicultural Festival!

If you are wondering where have I been all Saturday, I was helping the Interact Club selling stuff at the Multicultual Festival. It was great! There was alot of Vietnamese there so my Vietnamese speaking skill was tested. I formed a small group with my friends and we walked around trying to sell the food from our booths. Gosh, those food were delicious! (I tried a few samples myself..Shh, don’t tell) My favorite was the milk bubble tea. It was so good I bought two cups. xD They were five bucks each but well worth it. After we ran out of samples, we walked around and play games. My friend won a stuffed bear on the prize wheel and I won a heart shaped beanie bag. We walked to the Viet booth and we danced with the people on stage. My Viet friends even sang some Vietnamese songs. Then we grab some free shades and pretended we were from the Matrix. Lol. We went back to our booths after a while though. Oh yeah, I tried out face painting for little kids, it was so fun! I drew a pumpkin, two ghosts, a few hearts, and wrote some words. Good thing I take art classes huh? Then I drew mustaches on my friends and they drew glasses on me xD

The festival was great. I felt really good to be able to help out and have fun at the same time. I can’t wait for the next festival!

Day and night…

My friend and I were having a discussion on whether morning or night is the best part of the day. She said the morning would be the better of the two, but I disagree. Well, the reason mainly involves me being a night owl. xD
“You know, if you never wake up early, you wouldn’t get to see the sunrise.”
“Well, there’s always TV and Youtube. Beside, sunset is waayy better.”
“No, sunrise is!”
“I say sunset!”
*Sigh* “We get distracted way too much.”
“…Yeah.”
“Ever heard of the saying: Early bird catches the worm?”
“Uh yeah, but I’m no bird and I definitely do not want to catch worm.”
“You know what I mean.”
“But still, you know I just have to say that.”
*Laugh*
“I say morning is the best.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, morning walk are absolutely the BEST. The air is all crisp and fresh, it’s great. You get to see the dew drops and hear the birds singing and chirping and stuff. All of that stuff is happening when you are sleeping. Sucks, doesn’t it?”
“Not really, catching z’s is more important.”
“Whatever. You don’t know what you are missing then.”
“Oh I know. It’s just that walking around in the freezing cold is not my thing, you know.”
“Yeah, but think about the birdies!”
“Birds fly around all days, jeez.”
“Not at night they don’t.”

“Ok, so one point for the birds. Night is still better though. You get some peace and quiet while doing your homework. Night is…how should I say this…tranquil. It sharpens your senses and make you think of things.”

“Oh, it makes you think alright. It makes you think of SLEEP!”

“No, 5 AM does.”

“Psh..”

“Aha, you admit that night is better!”

“Oh come on, how can you think the end is better than the beginning?”

“You know the climax of the book usually happens toward the end and the introduction of the book is always boring.”

“There’s no end without a beginning.”

“…and nothing lasts forever.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get all deep on me here.”

“You started it.”

And so we babbled on and we sort of forgot our original discussion. By the end of break, we were discussing on what movies to watch. xD Yup, we get distracted way too easily. So, what do you think, morning or night?

Black

A girl paused. She let her jet black hair spilled loosely around her. With a quick turn of the head, her hair cascaded gracefully to her back. She stared at the midnight sky and smiled. People like to think she’s insane for running to the park when most people are asleep, but she paid no attention to them. She loves the midnight sky, and she’s going to see it whenever she feels like it. After all, she’s a strong willed girl. You can say coming to the park at the stroke of midnight is a habit since she does it if she’s feeling stressed. Tonight is just another one of those many nights.

Darkness calms her. It offers so much for such a little price. Tonight it allowed her to think clearly about her actions and their consequences. She made many mistakes, and was too often prone to feeling guilty over them. With a sigh, she took a sip of the hot coffee she just purchased from Starbucks. Today was a long day. She twice fell short of her expectation and betrayed her best friend. She was sure she can make up those things eventually, but once again, guilt cut like a knife and it brought up a round of hurt. She sat down glumly on the wet grass and mulled over her guilt for a while. Tears fell as soon she contemplate her worth in life, each thought accompanied by either broken sobs or rounds of hysteria. Then, like the night washes into day, she soon forgave herself and stood up, her face lit with a smile once again.

After releasing all of her stress and disappointment for the night, she yawned and stretched for a good while. The midnight air felt so sharp and fresh and allowed her to think very clearly. She was thankful for that sense of self-knowledge it had given her. She paced around for a few minutes, feeling the night chill that crawled up her bones. While shivering, she decided to head home before she can catch a cold. She picked up her coffee and threw it away, then soon disappeared into the thick blanket of night.

Alright the buttons are up!

Whoo, that was probably the longest time I’ve work with html codes. xD
I’ve decided to make some banners so expect the layout to be complete in a day or so. I’ll try to cram it all today because it’s Sunday but no guarantee I’ll make it in time. Urgh, and there’s the evil, evil homework to be done. D:
Edit: Banner is DONE! Photoshop is awesome. *Hugs Photoshop* The banners will be free to use, right now I only have one. I’ll make some more in the future, now I have to do my homework. x__X

Once again about the color themes…

I tried to create a mood for each of my short stories. The “Yellow” one is cheerful and bouncy because yellow is fun and happy. That’s why in the story I tried to add funny lines and quirky descriptions. Oh and then there’s the sun, lol. That’s yellow enough. The “Red” one is harder to make, I guess the mood is disappointment. I think red represents anger and courage. It’s sort of like how Emily was mad at herself but she got the guts to confess about her F. The next one is going to be “Black.” I’ll try to make it deep and sad because, well, that’s what the color black represents.

Oh and a big thank to the people who actually take the time to read my story, I know I’m a bad writer. XD

Buttons for the side bar.

I’m working on the sidebar decorations at the moment since it looks a bit plain. It might be finished by today but I’m not sure yet because I’m also busy with other things. Lol, I made a cute chocolate pudding one for my blog. xD More will be added here when I finished.

Edit: Alright, I finished two more, now all I need is to get permission from the blog owners to put them up and I’m done with the buttons. I wonder if I should add a banner or two…

Moving things around.

The layout is going to change for a few days so expect the blog to be a little messed up. I’m currently working on creating a header and the widgets. Too bad I don’t have custom CSS, heh, oh well.

Bleh, I accidentally deleted the counter that counts how many people are online when I was moving things around and now I have no idea how to put it back. This is going to be harder than I thought. >_<‘

Edit: Lol, I just figured out that for some reason wordpress doesn’t allow javascript. No wonder I couldn’t get the thing to show up. It should be working now xD.

Story #2: Red

Emily ran.

With nothing to guide her, without a purpose nor destination, she ran. She wanted to escape from it all. The pressure, the fear of disappointment, and the hate seemed to pull her down like an anchor. When finally her tired legs gave out on her, she stopped and sat down on the gray sidewalk. Her face flushed, her breathing became heavy, and her legs ached. A few people stopped and stared at her, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to go home today, didn’t want to face her parents. The reason for it all sat crumpled at the bottom of her backpack. A paper with a blood red “F” smacked right on the top of the page.

“F stands for failure.” She kept saying to herself. She burrowed her head between her knees and didn’t know what to do. She felt like a weed in a garden of roses. She didn’t belong.

“Hey kid, are you ok?” A man with a bottle of Coca-Cola  had asked her curiously. She simply answered him with an “oh no, I’m fine” and walked sluggishly away. She wandered places to places and thought about what she should do next. All the money she had was a couple of dollar bills and some quarter so she doubted they’ll get her very far. Soon she’d have to go home. Soon she’ll get yelled at. Maybe they’ll even kick her out too, who knows? As she watch the sun set, splattering the bright orange-red light everywhere, she sighed. The day is ending, soon it’ll be dark. Time to go back to the dreaded home.

Then, inside her, something changed. Even if the day is ending, there’ll be a new day. Maybe, just maybe on the off chance of her not being kicked out of the house, she can improve. No, it’s not a maybe anymore, she will improve. Who cares if she’ll be kicked out of the house in about an hour or so, she can live on strawberries for the rest of her life. With those thought, she laughed at the strawberry stand across the street.

Ready. Get set. Go.

She was running now, passing the stop signs of her life with a blur. Never before she was this desperate to get home as soon as possible. She ran and ran until she saw that house with the red tulips in its front yard. She stopped to catch her breath and then she ran the doorbell. When her dad opened the door, she stumbled in and words flew from her mouth.

“Well um today I got an F because I did my multiplication wrong and you can kick me out of the house but wait a minute so I can get a change of clothes or something and don’t worry about me I can live on strawberries and apples and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa kid. Slow down.” He dad cut of her sentence and chuckled.

She stopped and take a gulp of air before she ran out of breath again.

“Oh, an F?” He mom came from the living room. Obviously she heard the whole thing.

“Umm, are you mad?” She lowered her head, afraid to see their disappointed faces.

“Haha, no sweetie. Everyone slip up sometimes. I’m more interested on your idea of living on strawberries. Jam or freshly picked?” He dad was laughing now, amused. Her mom laughed with him. She was shocked. She stared wide eyed at her parents, who is currently cracking up at the idea of surviving on strawberries.

“C’mon, there’s no chance that I’ll get out of this scott free.” She was sort of disappointed after bracing herself for a mountain of troubles.

“Well, no, not really. There’s something. Promise us that you try hard and get a better grade next time.” Her dad’s tone was gravely serious. “Oh and please, please, PLEASE don’t threat us with a strawberry diet ok? You almoost give me a heart attack!” His voice broke into a laughter at the last word. She joined him too and admitted it was all she could come up with in short notice. Her dad patted her back and went back to his newspaper. After he mom asked if she’d like something to eat, Emily realized that she was starving from all that running and worrying. She laughed and walked straight to the dining room.

That night she thought about the F and decided that F doesn’t stand for Failure, it stands for Free From a Life of Living on Only Strawberries. She mused at the thought and decided to move on with her life.