A happy day: No other words can better replace "Happy"

For some reason, today was a happy day. There maybe other words like cheerful and enthusiastic, to describe a happy day. However, today was just simply a "happy" day. Perhaps it is because we finished an english test that I was in great pressure under for the whole weekend, that made me happy. Perhaps the other factors built me a happy day. In PE class, we did sit ups, push ups, shuttle runs, and pull ups. I did better than I was able to. However, the pull ups, it took over me hands down. I could do a pull up. Perhaps, practice makes perfect, more practice for me! Also, as i mentioned yesterday, I've got my first basketball shoes! I was happy during the whole basketball practice and did quite well, better than usual at least. However, there were these blisters that kept growing, and my socks were too short, and it kept rubbing on the blisters. It hurted alot, but I didnt care because of the comfy shoes. I am so happy. I offically fell in love with basketball again today. I can not leave the 3 point line, though fail attempts follow one another, I still persisted on shooting in. However, today i only accomplished shooting in from the top of the box, not the 3 point line. "Practice makes perfect!" I tell myself again now. I wished my friend could have stop bugging me to go down stairs while I was so absorbed in shooting one last ball, and did a lay up. However, I knew my friend wasnt feeling well, so i gave in and went down stairs with her. Then, the elevator stopped at 5th floor, when we were supposed to get off a 4th floor. There was a man who was infront of the elevator, I almost made a basketball move on him. I told my friend this and she was laughing histerically. It was a funny moment.

New stuff: Another philosophy

New stuff exhilirates me. I love them, but I know in my heart with poignancy that i do not deserve them. Perhaps when the day that i deserve new things comes, i would be more than glad to accept them. However, not now, not now. Still, i am going to talk about my new shoes and a cool leather jacket my parents got me yesterday. First about the shoes. I have been injured for the whole week now, of my ankle, which was twisted during PE class, playing softball, and made worse during basketball practice. So, my parents got me a black basketball shoes. The shoes are so awesome! The basketball shoes felt really comfortable. I am very grateful to my parents. Futhermore, they got me another pair of pink sneakers, and again, they are gorgeous. I have never owned a pair like that. I felt bad because again, I dont feel like i deserve them. Addtionally, i got a cool leather jacket. Again, I went through all the weird feelings all over again. Well, in conclusion, i am not trying to brag to the world about new things i got, I am just stating that if you dont deserve it, but you want to, you would have to work for it. I believe that wonderful things only happen to people who deserve them. Perhaps, these new things are a sign for me to get moving toward my midterms!

Where did we get the guts?: Halloween

Today in school, we had a halloween party! I was so zealous about the party for the whole day, though it didnt start until 11 am. I love halloween, actually, there is not one holiday that i do not like. However, halloween is indeed one of my favorities. During halloween, you get to dress up and walk around like you really are what you dressed up as. I didnt really have time to prepare thoroughly on my costume, i just got a witch hat and some green gloves that had wrinkles and long fingernails (like a witch) I saw many people dress up as interesting figures. Some dressed up as powerpuff girls, some dressed as Wally, there were also the pacman series. It was entertaining to watch what others came up with. Also, there was the haunted house, and a pinpong game, and a musical chair game. However, me and my friend (later friends) went to watch horror/scary movies our english teacher played. He divided up to two rooms, a  middle school section and the highschool section. I saw some of my classmates there, already watching the movie. The movies' title is called "The Grudge." It is about a japanese ghost that keeps haunting a house because she has the grudge left when her husband killed her just because she liked a american professor. When i was watching the movie, i cuddled with my friend, and we were barely watching the movie. Then, we became more brave, and i dont know where we got the guts to finish the movie. It was actually ok when we finished it, however, when i think of the movie at night by myself, (like now, for example) it is very scary. I wonder now how am i going to fall asleep. It was a very interesting halloween. I love halloweens! Next year........ I am going to dress up!!!!!

Halloween

I'm really happy (is there a better word for happy? oh! enthusiastic) Ok. I am very enthusiastic and sanguine about tomorrow's halloween party... which doesnt start till like lunch time, but still, yes I am very excited and zealous about it. However, my costume isnt exactly stupendous, it is simply a witch mask and claws. My family and I simply went out this evening and bought some decent-looking props and tomorrow, I'm going to school with them. How interesting. I love halloweens! I love trick-or-treating, all time childhood favorite activity, but now we are older, so we dont get to do trick-or-treating, instead, we are the ones giving out candies and wasting our money. (I just put the wasting money part for attempts for jokes, well since its like halloween and stuff, I'm trying to enlighten the mood) I totally detest and dislike scary/horror movies. They replay over and over again in my mind, every night I would cry out in fright when the light is turns off. I would avoid stepping in the spotlight surrounded by darkness, when it is usually the time where the ghost grabs your ankle. Also, there is the scary cliche part in stories and movies that has the motto/moral advice : "Dont look back." (Now i'm very scared and i wish the halloween party day would go smoothly without the encounter of horror movies. Thank you. And i hereby wish all the ghost rest quietly and peacefully in sleep. Good night.

Excuses and Lies

Today, in our english teacher's classroom, I picked up a little brown-binded book called "Excuses and Lies," though I did not read it carefully, I got the general idea. The book started with the introductory to excuses and lies and how people can not live without it. It also stated that, in work, excuses alleviates the punishments of tardies. It also said that excuses and lies start from 6 year olds. We ramble excuses and lies to get what we want since we are toddlers. It is a very interesting fact, because, if we now go ask people on the street, whether they have at least made excuses and lies once in their lives, none would say no. Also, in the book, it said that if there were no excuses and lies, only truths, then the world would be chaotic and there would be never ending arguements.

The world is full of pleasant surprises

The world is full of pleasant surprises, though there are times that are difficult to endure. There are wonderful times where the smile maybe spilling out. Weird expression, but, a smile that simply spills out because there is too much to hold. These days, I feel very lucky. I attended the HSINMUN VII, and learned a great deal and had a wonderful experience, and today, while i was sitting on one of the hospital chairs, something really unexpected and pleasant happened. While I was staring at my spranged ankle with some medical treatment, and willing it to get better soon, a little boy of around 7 or 8 years walked toward me, stopped infront of me, and smiled. I smiled back and his smile grew bigger. It was a long time since unexpected surprises really happened. So, I almost forgot about how surprises can be pleasant, espcially in the public. I wish there were more of the unexpected pleasant surprises in the world. I know they are out there. Perhaps more should come to me. I just want to say: Love Gives Me Hope. And it is what keeps the world spinning and going.

First MUN Conference

This saturday and sunday was the first MUN conference that i attended. I was in the ECOSOC: Economic and Social committee, with the issues of monitoring long term humantarian aid and solving financial crime effectively. On saturday, the first day of the conference, there was the opening ceremony, then we separated and went to each conference rooms. We simply said our opening speeches, then we had a session called lobbying. Which was going around, looking for people with similar resolutions and supporting a main submitter's reso as one of the co- submitters. Since it was the first conference for most of us, everyone wsa just nervous and felt th same way. So, we made friends quicker. My close classmate/friend made many girl-friends, while i talked to the guy who sat next to me. I know already that I make better friends with guys than girls. However, I also met my old classmate there and i was so happy to see her again. However, at first i didnt recognize her because of her glasses. Then, when she talked to me and she asked me if i was from the school we went to together, i said yes and she told me her name and i was like, "Oh! i know you!" I was really happy to reunite with an old classmate. Though we werent as close as best friends, we were close classmates. We became close again instantly. It was an awesome feeling. Because i moved around and transferred to alot of different schools, I didnt really experience those reuniting situations where you meet a old classmate. So i was really happy. The next day, we started debating. Though i didnt speak up alot, not as much as my friend, but I sat and listened carefully, and learned alot of things. I wish that I could go to the next conference and study, prepare more beforehand so i could perform better in the conference. Also, there was a depressing thing, it was that one of the resos me and my friend voted for, lost. However, the other reso that we voted for was approved. It was an amazing experience.

What seems not important turns out big

A small thing, will turn out to be big. The little insignificant things would turn out to be big important things. Little efforts would gather and little by little, get a huge accomplishment as a whole. However, it also works the other way around. You don't care, so you say, oh it doesn't matter, it's just a small homework assignment anyways, I'll just do it tomorrow. Besides, it's not due until Friday, anyways. You say on a Wednesday night. However, you are wrong big time. Those little times come together and forms the word Procrastination. Perhaps the people would careful personalities won't procrastinate as much as people who are lazy and nonchalant.

Again

Today, again, I am going to write about how my life sucks. Well, it doesnt really suck, but I just feel so out of place, and that I regret wasting my time, without being able to help it. I really have to manage my time well. Sometimes, I accidently fall asleep, I wake up, and oh look! Its school time already. I really dislike people who can not manage their time well. However, I am just being a hypocrite. I never manage my time well. However, I am going to change. I am going to manage my time well. Focus, and the only thing that matters now to me is efficiency. The only thing that matters to me is schoolwork, homework and studying. All the other things in school does not matter. I would not want to sell gum at the train station for being on facebook, socializing all the time. I'm not popular but I chat alot on facebook. Popularity doesnt matter. I hate myself for being such an airhead these days. I was never once like this when I awas younger and smarter. Now, I'm just a walking body, with nothing in my head. I really have to change this. I really have to wake up and start planning the future and take life seriously. I only have one life. I am going to treasure it, and live it to the fullest.

Things now are not how they were before.

I dont want to sound like I am going to jump out the window any second, but I just feel nothing these days. I used to do great in school. An Algebra I test tomorrow? I dont care, an open book test anyways- and i go to sleep. A life science worksheet due tomorrow? Just do it in class, no big deal, the teacher never notices. English test? I read the story already. I never had a problem throughout middle school. I was careless, yes, i admit, but it was never a problem for me. I was never hard working, but average, sometimes good, sometimes ok, depending how long I simply skimmed through the pages. However, this year, a new freshmen year, the first year of highschool, I realized, it is not like middle school anymore. I can not simply fool around and expect myself to pass the subjects. I finally realized now I would have to wake up and start to live life seriously in order for me to not just sell gum at the train station, like our 8th grade english teacher used to say. I was started to fall behind, and I asked my friends for suggestions. Well, i knew they were more hardworking than I was, all through last year, but i didnt know till now, how hard working they were. All the time I was simply bobbing my head to music, they were studying, reading, reviewing. I regret all the time I have wasted. While they were memorizing every detail in the book, I was on Facebook. I would like to wake up now, I am trying to change these days, I really am. I hardly go on Facebook nowadays, but I still can't focus. I hope with all my heart that with a certain amount of time, I would get back on tract. Till then, I am going to be very hardworking and pray.

Banana

I have always believed in many things. Even the ones like spiritual and the ones related to fate. Also, I love to make up my own philosophies. For example, if a leave falls, then that means an anathema is leaving and a new leave would grow, then that will bring a new start. So, today, I ate a banana, and I thought, what philosophy could i make out of a banana? I start making up philosophies when I think my life is in its lowest point. I don't feel like life is going as well as before. My grades are not the best, I am having a hard time in basketball, everything is out of control. So as I peeled the banana, i realized there was a rotten bit at the end. I finished i till the end, so I saw the whole banana as life itself. Then, the front part in the banana had nothing wrong with it, so the first part of life, everything was smooth and fine, till the rotten part, which i think of as an obstacle, a abysmal hardship, so I scratched the rotten part out with a spoon. Now, the banana is obstacle-free again, as perfect and smooth as the top part. So, the philosophy is that whenever there is an obstacle in life, just get over it, and try your best, and a new start would come. Just like, "A door closes, another opens."

Best Friends Forever : Interesting Life

A book by Jennifer Weiner, "Best Friends Forever," is a book that I just finished today, and I've got to say that it is the best book that i've read in months. A huge portion, half of the book, was flashbacks the main character had. At first, I didnt like it. Then, i got used to the form of this book, and gradually, fell in love with it. Flashbacks, are important, like we learned in our English classes. And in this book, it clearly shows just how important the flashbacks are. Also, it brings back readers back and forth between the past and the present, and the flashbacks, of course has some sort of relationship with events happening in current times. So, perhaps, the meaning of flashbacks are that life is the same throughtout. It may mean that life is plain and simple, just the reoccuring events, conflicts, resolutions at different places, times, and with different people throughout life. Perhaps if one read this interpretation, s/he may think: "Then life must be boring and meaningless." However, I think that is the part where it spices things up. You get to go through many different conflicts, and in different time and place with different people. Also, each time, you may get different resolution to problems. That is where life is interesting.

Suspense

In literacy, suspense means hints that foreshadow what is going to happen later in the story. I love suspenses, but I am not good at writing them. I have many attempts of writing novels, mostly fantasy ones, but my stories are usually flat. Flat all the way through, for example, i write: "there was a girl, she met a vampire, became friends, got bitten, and avoided the vampire, later reunited with the vampire." Is it because it is too cliche? The story seems too humdrum, but there are all the ingredients to a perfect story: the plot, conflict, resolutions, and all the other literary terms. Perhaps suspense really takes a big role in stories. Without suspense, stories are not stories. The story might as just well be an essay, informational and no suspense, resolution whatsoever. Recalling the assignment of writing a scary story, I think I am going to have a tough time writing the suspense part of the story. However, keeping in mind the quote, "When the going is tough, the tough gets going." I believe, if i successfully compose a story with a delicious suspense, I am going to become the master of writing.

Stories inspirations in general

Today, we had an interesting english class, even though the teacher gave us many tests to prepare for, i still enjoyed the class. At first, we had a little quiz/ worksheet, there were vocabularies on it that i didnt study last night. However, later in the class, we had a group activity about brainstorming how an author characterizes characters in a story, and finally what i studied last night was useful. Then, the teacher said the midterm was on the offical halloween day, october 31, and we are going to write a horror, halloween story for him. I was thrilled by the idea. I love writing stories, of every genre, though I did not excel in every of them, I love writing them. I am particularily familiar with the genre of fantasy because I was very obsessed with them. Because halloween/horror stories usually involves fantasy, I can not wait to get my hands on my own stories.

Happily Ever After: The Landlady

What if all the stories with endings that suck, are depressing, and think-it-yourselfs, have a happily ever after ending? if so, all the stories on the planet would be boring, on the other hand, every single story would make people happy. One story that stood out most in our english textbook in 8th grade, was the story of "The Landlady." Somehow the story baffled my mind. Grasped it tightly. The story of "The Landlady," is a old woman, who is a owner of a Bed and Breakfast, locks up young men that stays overnight. The story didnt have an ending. I kept thinking different versions of the story and it keeps ending with the same resolution: the landlady is a witch. I thought of the first resolution of the landlady being the witch at 8th grade, but now, almost over a year, i still have the same thought. No matter what she does to the young men who are trapped in her Bed and Breakfast, she must practice witchcraft on them. What else?

Procrastination

People around me kept talking about procrastination. At first, i didnt even know what the word meant. Later, i checked the dictionary and found out it's a part of me already. Procrastination is the habit of delaying, which means in the student's dictionary- doing the homework 3 minutes before it is due. Well, I personally dont just start my homework minutes before it's due (though i've seen actual students doing that), i have the bad bad habit of procrastinating, espcially for projects. I dislike starting early on projects that the due date is in for example 2 weeks. I keep leaving the project till the very last 2 days or even the day before. I really detest myself for the bad habit. I know in my heart that i should not do that, but it is not as easy as it seems. A habit is very hard to get rid of. However, i am changing this year, because it is the first year of highschool. I am very determined to start waking up and focus. Work very hard and get straight A+ grades.

Just Because of Laziness

Today, i truely felt that there is nothing missing in my life. The only thing missing actually, is my brain. I have everything, a loving, perfect family, and a wonderful life, what else could i wish for? Because i have everything, i would like to really have everything, and the main thing right now, is grades. High, high grades, is what i am missing. Like the title already introduced, just because of laziness and lack of focus, i am going to let my perfect life and family go in to vain? No. Defintitely not. So, i am slapping my self, over and over, and telling myself, my life is just simply perfect, all i need is to focus and stop fooling around, so i can have the most perfect life ever.

The World comes to a stop. Momentarily

Steve Jobs, the CEO of Apple, who changed the world, who introduced a whole new world to us, passed away today. The moment i heard the news, my voice got louder, and suddenly, a enormously heavy rock appeared magically in my heart, i felt myself hard to breathe. Steve Jobs, was my idol. All my life, i had wanted to be like him. My passion for electronics was incomparible to others, and my dream was to just become a CEO of an world widely known and superb. My another sub-dream was to work in apple and meet Steve Jobs. However, that dream became impossible today. Steve Jobs is to be said, the person who made the most enormous leap of technology for our world. He made magic that should have came in the far future, but he did it. Even though Steve Jobs passed away today, and my dreams shattered and weakened, i believe, anything's possible, nothing is impossible. Therefore, I am in the future going to visit Steve Jobs, then, i am going to fullfill my dreams. Though i would not be able to meet the greatest CEO of all times in flesh and blood. Soon, in the near future, i would see the reflection of the second greatest CEO, smiling back at me, in flesh and blood. Steve Jobs, may you rest peacefully, and reincarnate soon, because the world already misses you too much. The world loves you forever. I love you forever. My idol.

Rushing Forward Fast

We had a history test today. The swiftness of writing answers, the way the sentences just flows out from my pencil, the feeling was so familiar and glad. I was not very hard working these past days, but this week, I am trying really hard to focus and study. I am so glad I found my passion for studying once again. I thought I lost it and never could find it again, never could be back on the top. Fortunately, I realized today I never should have given up hope, and it is not late yet, I just need to focus and study harder and more to be back on the top. I know and I swear, I will be back on the top. The world is just going to wait and see. Like the previous entry’s saying, “when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.” Yes, the tough is definitely going. Rushing. Forward. Fast.

Dr. Seuss

My sister has several of Dr. Seuss's books, and i have read them all. I really admire Dr. Seuss, how his poems all rhyme and have a specific meter. Most of his poems contain alot of made up things, but after reading them, you say, "hey, that kind of made sense!" Dr. Seuss has the power to make readers understand and explore his world. Also, his quotes, they are another big separate category that i love. His quotes include, The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.”, “I meant what I said and I said what I meant.”, “Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.” These are all famous quotes we've heard before.

In class/ Practice PSAT

We took a practice PSAT few days ago, i didnt do very well. I tell myself its all my fault. I should have studied more and payed full attention on the test. One excuse to make myself feel better is that i didnt take the sumer SAT classes the school had, while most of the other classmates had. However, it is simply just a stupid excuse. Our English teacher brought up the discussion of PSATs for a brief moment. He told us that the best way to improve our scores is read, read, and read. Like yesterday's topic for this journal, how i couldnt be descriptive in my essays. I saw a clear path, a true solution. It is reading. Like i mentioned before i read less than i used to when i was in 8th grade. However, i am really going to read, read, and read some more. I remember how all my english teachers i had so far told us to read, read, and read. The english teacher i had in 5th even made a specific time" DEAR: "drop everything and read." They were very memorable moment.He would say, "It's DEAR time." Perhaps, reading is really important. Perhaps, the most important part of learning literature, or even preparing for SATs. "Forget the SAT vocabulary books", our teacher said, "they are the most boring ways one can study for SATs. The fun-est way is reading." I am going to set his words as another survival tip in life and read, read, and read some more.

Instant Realization

I dont know how to be descriptive. No matter how many fantasy books i read, i just cant do it. I dont understand, they just dont come to me. When i write essays, the descriptive words just dont come to me. I have always wondered why they dont. As i write this blog, i understood. It is because my vocabulary is too short. If i know more vocabularies then, the more descriptive words i would know. Because i wanted to be more descriptive, i used to read alot of fantasy books an year ago. However, now, i am not as into fantasy books as before. Perhaps, i got impatient, and gave up in reading fantasy books. Again, as i write this blog entry, i realized that i shouldnt give up. There are many elements in life, and patience and never giving up perhaps are the most important ones. In conclusion, i'm just going to believe in them and never give up on my writing and keep improving on them.