Not So Bored

Day 5

These days I'm finding things to keep me occupied. Such as, television, videos, and well, I don't know, checking my e-mail. I'm not as bored as I thought I would be, but I'm still bored. Tomorrow I have to go to the orthodontist, I'm not looking forward to it. Usually after I get my braces tightened, ugh, it hurts a lot. The days ahead of me have nothing to look forward to, nothing exciting and well, just pain, lots of pain. Right now I'm crammed in my bed, browsing the internet and writing on my blog. Too bad I don't have a TV in my room, then again I have my laptop, that keeps me occupied.

Also right now my brother is watching a show called "Chuck", he says "Its really funny, you should watch it, have you even watched a full episode?" He spends all his time watching that and playing on his Nintendo DS. I'm talking about my brother because I have nothing new to say other than I'm bored. My dad is really making me and my brother mad because he keeps trying to make us do his homework. Hes like "Okay, both of you have to do one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon." but usually we just don't do it. Well thats pretty much all thats going on, *lucky people that have stuff to do*.

Bored To The Power Of 10

Day 1 of vacation.

Here I am, bored, today I have played with my brother, slept, watch tv, and there's not much more to do. Sometimes I just have fun, even if its just talking about interests. Right now, I'm bored, my dads at work, my moms doing something in the house, and my brother, on his laptop searching through his three soundtracks, for a song that he wants from the show "Bleach". I am so bored, now usually by now I would be desperate and watch "Bleach", but right now, I don't feel like it. Sometimes I watch it for fun, while waiting for something to happen. Ugh, I'm so bored, I'm just sitting in my house doing nothing, I'm thinking of watching some movies, but all I have are old movies.

I would even do homework if it would keep me busy. (As long as the homework doesn't keep me busy for too long.) I have nothing to do, I'm thinking of painting my nails too, when watching tv, but I don't know if thats such a good idea. Well, I've got nothing to do but say all the things that make me bored, and I don't think that you want to hear the rest of my mind. For all you people traveling, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE!!

Dreams, Too Far Away

The man who wanted to be an engineer but is now working for the government, in an embassy, my father. The man who wasn’t so rich when he was in his childhood years and had to sell ice cream on the cold street, who went to university, almost got a master degree but the university was closed on that day, due to a holiday. If only he started it before, if only he had anticipated the outcomes, if only he had seen what would become of his future.

The person that wanted to be an engineer before, but changed his mind, deciding to take the job from the company “Tangent”, who then applied for a job at the embassy, after my brother and I arrived in this world, to pay for us. He has been working for the government for many years, and is saving up for a wonderful house in California. He puts his money in his bank account and cashes a check if it is really desired or necessary.

My dream, to be a pediatrician is far from now, but is getting closer, every second that passes by. I’m going to study biology whenever I get the chance, and maybe learn all the arteries, bones. Also to learn and make sure that I am able to get into a medical school, hopefully a good one. It will never slip away from me, not as long as I live, and have a strong will, to succeed.

Boring + Boring = Boring

Tourism, sight seeing, just staying at home. Not my idea of an exciting vacation, but then again, its not so bad. I'm expecting my father to drag my brother and I out of the house, when all I want to do is watch TV or watch videos on the Internet. Watch reruns of movies over and over again like I used to do before the bus came to my house in the mornings for school.

Pretend to go to bed, and stay up late without any worries in my head. Then in the morning, throw my purple ball with fuzz surrounding the middle. Throwing it up and down, thinking of why we didn't go to the United States to visit relatives or to travel to a new country, like the Philippines, or somewhere new.

Maybe watch TV shows or listening to music while doing homework. Playing a few games to make my brother satisfied enough that he won't ignore me for a while when hes not mad. I'm hoping to avoid anger but form my father its practically impossible to avoid. This is not my idea of a great vacation, but its still good, even though most of my friends will be gone, I'll try to have fun while I can, in my childhood.

Not Sleeping, Homework!

The day was normal and weak as I thought it would be just like any other, but little did I know that it would be the most tiring. I went through my classes just like normal, *sigh* what a surprise, right.....vaccine day for the "Meningitis shot" ugh. Arriving at the embassy, bored and wanting to go home. I took the vaccine in when I inhaled and just like normal she put on a band aid after how boring right, and guess what? She gave me a hello kitty band aid, *sarcastic hooray*. I just wanted to go home.

I got home, dreading to do homework, I watched like twenty minutes of television and decided that it was time for homework. I started on my two vignettes though I'm not sure if I'm allowed to write about some of them. Knowing very well that I was saving the longest for the last, I went on to math. Math, math.....and math, tired and droopy, unable to focus very well. Then it was time for the longest piece of homework, science. I don't like doing notes because it takes up a whole bunch of time.

I started and took a break for dinner, then back to work. It was only six pages but still it took me like three hours, that's why I don't like doing notes very often, because it takes too long. So here I am, typing, half asleep and a quarter awake, the other quarter you ask? Not even I know that part. My arm aching from the shot earlier, and how do I type this? Let's just say that I'm not even awake, and that I'm doing it in my consciousness.

Mother's Day

For me, mother's day is when I respect my mother. The first thing in the morning is waking up and say "Good morning, mom." I look at her with a smile after a good nights sleep, I changed and brushed my hair, waiting for my mother to come into my room. She doesn't come in, so I decide to go and give her the present instead of waiting for her. I take out the beautifully wrapped present, beautiful because of Mrs. Brown, that I hid in the closet the moment I got home the past day. The past day, my mother had so many questions, "Where did you get that? Why do you have that? Who gave you that? Who are you going to give it to? Where did you buy that?"I answered not giving a hint that it was for her.

I went up to my room and hid it in a closet, one she wouldn't look in. After I put it away she didn't ask anything about it until the next day. The following day, I took it out, and went out of my cold room, and looked for her. I found her and said happy mother's day, after my father asked why my brother and I didn't get her a gift. She opened it after she teared it a bit. She peeked inside and told me what she thought of it. She smiled, the smile that she rarely shows, and laughed saying her thanks. I was glad, I was afraid that she wouldn't even open it, but she did and that was good enough for me. We went shopping for groceries, and arrived at home around 4 o'clock. The rest of the time was for doing homework, I finished around 9:40, ready to go to bed after typing my Memoir Monday and Confession Tuesday.

What a cheerful day that was, also the rare smile, on her face, made me feel content.

The Old Laptop

The old laptop that I got in Skopje, Macedonia (Its in Europe.), silver, with a white spot, and colors starting to fade from time. I hate it, its so old, so big and so unresponsive, you can take one look at it and you would literally think "Wow. That laptop is so old it would go all the way to when Albert Einstein lived. Good thing its not mine." Its silver inside and out, well most of it is, the sides around the middle are white. These days the laptop is restarting on its own and won't log in normally because it's installing updates or something like that.

I'm really fed up with it, every year or so my father has to reinstall everything at least once or twice, and when I hibernate it if I don't restart it when it finishes installing, it'll restart by itself. I'm tired of it not going to the log in screen, how it always restarts, and sometimes when I'm using the internet it gets stuck and I have to close the screen. I'm so sick of these events occurring, I'm so tired of having to do the same procedure every time it does something like that.

I want a new laptop, I have had this laptop for five years! FIVE YEARS!!! I want a new one, one that doesn't have the noise of the fan in the background, one that isn't losing it's color because of time, one that responds when I use the internet, one that opens up to the log in screen every time, and that I don't have to wait long for every time I turn it on. I'm so miserable with this old laptop. I don't want it anymore, when I first got it I thought that it was so cool, now I think that it's just there, broken, I don't want it anymore, I want a new one.

Mandarin

In Fremont my brother and I would study the Chinese dialogue Mandarin, I was about five when I first started class. We both went to a Chinese school, he went there longer than I did but I still enjoyed it. There were like three people with the same first name as me, but I didn't mind, we all had different choices and opinions. I really enjoyed going there, in tests you would take it and when you got it back depending on how well you did, you would get some pink slips. After class, depending on how many pink slips you had you could buy more items from the teacher. I loved to get stationary so I got a lot of stationary which always made me happy.
I had a great time until I graduated my first year since I had enrolled to the school, I graduated earning a small trophy. When I arrived home, I showed my parents, they were really proud of me. They saw my brother's and then that's when I didn't want to show my trophy anymore. I had one measly trophy, while my brother had three, I was disappointed that all I had to show was one trophy. I felt ashamed, weak and puny, my one trophy didn't even compare to the three that my brother had.
Later as I grew up I started to forget little by little and now I can barely remember it happening, its fuzzy but I can still make it out. Now I don't really care that my brother has more than me, now if I'm jealous, I can just say its because my brother was born before me and that he started before me. I'm over it, and if at some times I'm not I'll just think of those reasons.

California My Pride

California is the way that we do it in the bay, and amazing to the center of the core's blazing. A city is Napa and is great for the wine, with vineyards definitely more than nine. I go there and see, my pride right in front of me.

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

San Francisco in the lane and you look through the panes, with shops every corner in the street, and someone new to meet.

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

The main is your pride and the pain is where you stride, don't take too long or you'll miss ping pong. Try to jail-walk and you won't be able to talk, you'll end up in jail like a storm of hail. The hotels will give you a break so drive by a lake.

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

So go there anytime if you want to dine, don't need a lot of money if you're really funny. I hope you go there, for the fun and fairs!

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

Me And Writing

Me and writing are friends, companions, best buddies. I am the creator of my writing, and it wants love, friendship, necessities, just like a normal human being. It can bring life, change people's opinions, fill people with hopes and dreams. I write with inspirations from life in the past, or present, people, events, a lot of things. I try to make the reader enjoy what he/she reads, instead of making them think "God that was so boring." I find inspirations from my friends, family and others. I try to make people enjoy what they read, not just a bunch of words, or something you would print and throw away but something they can really feel, and maybe be able to touch it.

Dear Alice

Dear Alice,

How are you? I'm trying not to write infuriating things to you, or irrelevant things. Do you remember how industrious we were? I'm acknowledging how hard we worked because it was just like a trek, sometimes easy and sometimes difficult. We had the authority to work as much as we wanted, but if we didn't finish it would probably be homework. Remember how I was always prior when I arrived at school?

Also during P.E. teams were comprised by either people choosing who they wanted or we were assigned. Everyone would muse while the coach was explaining, the when she showed her wrath, the talking subsided.

I just wanted to remind you that even though we had a lot of latitude, I still missed the way the teachers administered the students, how we got a respite every now and then, and how the homework was strenuous sometimes. How we enrolled at the school, when we flustered and retorted because we were so nervous. This is the school we had so many memories in, and I won't forget them, or you. That school was where I learned to type, where I learned math, and other subjects. I won't forget it.

My Grandmother

My grandmother, the one that cares for everyone, the one that lost her beloved husband, the one who tells her grandchildren to be good. She always sees my family off when we go back to the area my father is assigned. We see her, crying and sniffing and wave to her as if we would never see her again. She waves until she can’t see any of us any longer. I love her, but I just can’t bring myself to talk to her on the phone. I can't keep treating her like this.

Her heart broke when she lost her husband, and it can’t take much more. At the funeral, my mother and my grandmother both moaned and cried all through the day. I cried and felt bad, I never really paid attention to him and he was always there and listening. He cared for everyone, and when he saw us coming into their home, he was really happy. My mother always made sure he was comfortable.

My grandmother is the only grandmother I have left. No grandfathers left in this world. I hope she will make it to the next time I see her, or she’ll be gone and both my parents will regret a time they passed up an offer. Sometimes I look out the window and think to myself. I’m lucky I still have her; I don’t want to see my mother upset and my grandmother in a black box of death.

The next time my father asks me if I want to talk to her, I won’t pass up the offer. I’ll say yes right away without thinking, and before it’s too late.

Arjun

The friends my brother makes is his choice, and he usually chooses people that like to play games like him. When my brother brings them to our house, I glare at them even when I don't know them. Then I start to feel bad, especially when they're kind and caring. They say things like "Hi. What's your name?" and I just glare, ignoring their friendly questions and greetings. I look at them like I'm a tiger about to pounce at my pray and just walk away. Until one day something happened.

I was dropped off at the corner of my street with my brother, and his friend. I didn't like him, I didn't even know who he was but I just didn't like him. I walked silently and quickly up to my house, but they were tailing behind me. They were talking and laughing, I wondered how long he was going to stay.

When we arrived at my house, I pushed the small gate and let myself in. My brother closed the gate behind him and the evil one, and walked towards me. I climbed up the hard stairs and opened the screen door leading to the bigger, thicker door. I glared at my brother's friend as he walked through the screen door and into the house. They sat down at the table with Simon's laptop and Arjun took out his. My brother asked me to bring them some juice like I was their servant, but I got it anyway.

He held out his hand, it looked like he wanted me to shake it. I stared at the hand of the evil one and forced my hand to shake it. He introduced himself and so did I even if I didn't like him. Then I left after I said my name and headed upstairs. They were playing Warcraft and Counter Strike (Video games on the computer.). They asked if I wanted to play and I said okay. I played a while and got bored. I said bye and by this time I started to like him as a friend, because he was nice to me. My father called me into the kitchen and told me I wasn't supposed to play with my brother's friend. Then I told him that I stopped and went upstairs. Soon he was about to leave and I said bye to him.

Now I think that he's a good guy and a good friend for Simon, though my family and I moved I think he still keeps in touch with Arjun. He's a good guy and he'll remain that way, I hope, maybe we can still play sometime in the future.

The One Night

Rebecca, or as we call her Becca, the girl that was my friend, but now doesn't check her e-mail. I used send her heart-warming e-mails, but I got no reply. I capitulated and stopped sending things to her. I think back, when we had fun and when we hung out.

She had blond short curly hair, at least that's what she had the last time I saw her. She a bit taller than most people but I didn't care. I liked her for her personality, not because she lived in a big house. My father and her father both worked at the American Embassy. I don't know if they talked or even glanced at each other except when he sent me to Becca's house.

One day we had a sleepover, it took place at my house. We talked, laughed, and played, for she was one of those girls that make people laugh all the time. She really emphisizes on her jokes and makes them funny. We sat next to each other in the car and listened to music on the way to dinner. There were many places to eat at that they sold food for a cheap price.

The sleepover went great until we were bringing her back home. We were talking about how fun it would be if we had a double sleepover. So we asked her mother if we could have another sleepover on a week day, however she said no. If only Becca didn't ask, then she wouldn't have been grounded for a month. If we didn't ask I could've had more memories of her. I should have just waited for the next week. If only we didn't ask.

The New School

Step by step I approached the school slamming the car door. I looked around at the environment around the school. When I looked around curiously, I heard two other car doors slam. Around was a big grassy field, and two buildings that looked really big. One was next to the big grassy field while the other building was on the other side of the road. Father and brother were following behind me when I walked into the building on the other side of the road. I candid my opinion about all the pressure of the test, and that it seemed scary. Apparently in front of that building was space for parking, probably for buses or cars, though at the time there weren't any.

We entered the main office of the building and confronted them that we were ready, my heart, beating faster and faster until I finally calmed down. I had already enrolled and was going to take the entrance exam. I flustered when the woman brought me to the couch just outside of the office. I was called by her, and I retorted my answer trying to be polite. She brought me upstairs to a room, that looked like a class room. My other members of the family waited while I was the first to take the exam. The waited anxiously while I, scared and nervous. What if I failed? What if I didn't get in? I would have to go to that school, the international one, the one my father told me had a few bullies.

My thirty minute stint for the test was incredibly easier than I thought it would be. I finished and was taken back down to the area where the couch was. The first things I heard was that I did a good job and that I was most likely to be accepted and that it was my brother's turn. Before my brother left, he asked a few questions. Was it hard? Was it okay? How was it? These questions were asked and I answered, it's okay. We waited until my brother came down with the woman. My father and the woman chatted for a while and soon my father got up. He said goodbye and so did we (For good manners). We walked outside and got into the car. That was that.

Feeling Weak

During P.E. on the 20^th of November was the day I dreaded. We were told the previous day that we, the girls were going to have to do some pull-ups. I hated them because I could never do them as much as the other girls could. I hated the feeling that I was weak because it was so true. My legs, I had no control of them, they just kept walking to the locker room. When I arrived with my friends, Mari, Nysha, Yeji and Violeta, we all went to the locker room and changed. We changed, just like normal, and left the locker room.

At the beginning it seemed like a normal P.E. class, but it wasn't. All the girls and boys met at the big gym, waiting to be commanded or told what to do. We sat on the stage, and waited. Shortly after, the coaches came and told us what to do. The boys were sent to the room G-3, the waiting room where you do things. They probably had to do sit-ups. While the boys went there, the girls were sent out back where the pull-up bars were, there was the short one and the tall one.

"I can't do this, just too much pressure! What if all the girls laugh at me?" I thought. Each girl, picked one by one to do as many pull-ups as they could. Many girls went and did their pull-ups, including some of my friends, until it came to be me next. My name was called and I gulped. I walked to the short bar, and waited for her instruction to say "Go.".

She said it, and I jumped up. I did one but the first one didn't count, then I dropped a little for my head to fall under the bar and tried to pull myself up. But I couldn't, I tried and tried to pull myself up, but I just couldn't. I was terrified, why couldn't I pull myself up? After about two tries of pulling myself up, I dropped down, embarrassed. I couldn't even do one while other girls did like ten or eight. I was ashamed, but kept going with P.E. until it was over and felt the shame inside me.

The Unwrapped Gift

Last Christmas, I remember it clearly. It wasn't an ordinary day at school, there was a Christmas sale near the field where they sell little handicraft items: mini stockings, wooden dolls, handmade jewelry, bookmarks. They were separate little stores with their own inventory. I just browsed around and looked for something to content my mother.

I brought my mother a mini stocking for Christmas. I wrapped it up with wrapping paper and set it under the artificial white decorated tree ready for the special day to come. It waited and waited for the grasp of a hand to open it up. To see the surprised look of the person who opened it.

The days that followed Christmas were cold and filled with misery for the present, still under the tree reading "To:Mom". She still didn't touch it until the following year.

She finally picked it up after I told her, showed her and put it in her face, the present she should have opened the previous year. She held it after I had given it to her, but just put it in a drawer.

I was disappointed, I wanted to see her face, her expression when she saw it, but it wasn't meant to be. She was probably just unaccustomed to the idea of gifts. I don't think she has opened it even now. I just wish I could see her face when she decides to open it. I wish she opened it when the time was right. I realized that she was unaccustomed to the idea, but I still wish I could see her face.

15 Word Wednesday

For English class everyone in the class had to write a 15 Word Wednesday. Now usually we only do 3 Word Wednesday but this time was different than the rest. We all walked into class as normal. Sitting in our seats that we always sat in. The lesson began. We went over how to use colons. After going over that we were asked to take out our "Wordly Wise" book. Soon we had a pen, the "Wordly Wise" book and our Writing Challenges book out on our desk. This was the first day, so we started to write after our teacher told us to use 10 of the wording in the "Lesson 5" list.We worked and finished it for homework.

The next day, we came in and our teacher asked us to use the remaining 5 words to either add to the story or add it as an ending. I personally added it as an ending. This was my story.

My Clique

I don't want to mention any names. The clique had 6 girls in it. The size of the group was adequate. One of my friends would administer the group activities, and she did a great job at it. Before the bell rang, we would all hang out then go to the locker. If we ever agitated her, we would regret ever doing that. The consequences were unreasonable.

When I did something wrong I regretted it. I would feel very bad and always capitulated to her every time; sometimes apologizing wasn't enough.

Once I didn't give in and the next day, instead of going to class with me she went with another one of our friends. I was always depressed when I made a mistake; she had a way of making me feel guilty.

She usually toiled and struggled with her homework; calling me when she had trouble. She always told the group what happened to her the previous day. Everything she said seemed so important, and it usually was. It was always really urgent for her to tell us what happened. She was usually caring but sometimes she was indifferent. When she did her homework it was strenuous but we would do it together most of the time, if I didn't understand something she would explain, and vise versa. We had some rough spots together but we got past it and ended up having fun.

She did not live in a hovel. Her home was terrific and had many great qualities but that's not why I liked her. She was kind: sweet, caring and understanding.

Onetime she came to my house, we were going to her house (her mother was upset because she was supposed to be home by then). We were rushing and before I knew it I fell on the stairs. I had disrupted the rush against time. I was crying so much that she stopped to help me after about three or four minutes. We had great times together. I showed her the bruise that I got and she was really surprised. We even took pictures together: funny faces, hugging, friendship things.

During recess/lunch; I held the citrus juice pack in my had with the straw poked in already. Lunch was respite for us from having class all the time. During lunch everyone went to their lockers and went to their classes with their supplies all prepared. I had so many friends and I would hang out with all but one girl; I hanged out with her the most.

When I first met the group in 5th grade I thought it would be permanent: that we would always be together. We were the kind of group that would help each other! Some people did menial work at times, but just because this is so; it doesn't mean that there were people who are dumb. If you went to my group you wouldn't see any illiterate people. Everyone in the group was so smart.

We would always try our best, then if needed asked for help from our friends. Most of the time we would explain to each other what we didn't understand. We always had each other to get help from. Then I moved away from them and haven't seen them since the end of 6th grade; I miss them so much.

Well that was my story. I edited it a bit from the one in my book but its basically the same thing. I hoped you enjoyed the description of one of my dear friends. Thank you.