Heh.

mineminemineminemine. omnomnomnom.

http://www.amazon.com/Prismacolor-Verithin-Colored-Pencils-Assorted/dp/B000AN58H2/ref=wl_it_dp_o_pC_nS_nC?ie=UTF8&colid=1DF338ZG8FZ0M&coliid=I1WP2HXVGKVVT5

MINE. :D

LOL I AM

Yes. LOL I AM.

Hey it sounds catchy. I shall make that a label now. :3

But.

LOL I AM

becoming a manga freak.

^.^** Well… it started with Death Note, which was not too long ago… maybe two or three months ago. It was just a simple interest, because at lunch, a friend was reading the Death Note manga, which she had borrowed from another friend. I spent half the period reading the first part of it, which I found very catchy and interesting and creepy.

Of course, about a month later, I was very interested in the ending, so decided to read the rest of it…

which I did…

almost.

(That’s another story.)

 

Then my interest tapered off, because I got interested in other things, like summer, and drawing, and Avatar, and ATLA…

But anyhow.

Then, my cousins came, and being in America, America being the most boring place you can be (if you go to K you’ll understand what I mean… .-. locked inside of the house almost—can’t go anywhere fun unless someone drives you there, and then has to ‘chaperone’ you, which takes out half the fun, according to my cousins (and I might have to agree… ^^)…). They got so bored they showed us One Piece.

Acutally it started when I showed Alex (my cousin) my deviant-art page, and I asked him if he read any mangas/watched any animes (thinking of Death Note), and then he said “yes I watch One Piece” (except in K) so I looked it up for him and then he spent like ten minutes looking at one piece fanart until I told him I needed to use the computer. xD

And then later on, he showed us a One Piece episode, then another, then another, until our parents were wondering why the house was so quiet to find us all aligned along the bed, watching One Piece from our laptop. (lol the only times the house got loud was when the video was buffering.)

ANYHOW, so I got interested in ONE PIECE, which obviously took off my interest of Death Note, because yeah, that’s how I am, ADHD style. And anyhow, then I started getting the manga-itis spreading through my body, so I downloaded an app, a manga reader app.

Then, I was just browsing through the manymanymany different manga titles, I looked at the ‘top Shippuden’ mangas, and found Naruto at the top of the list, and then wondering “what makes it so famous” (thinking of numerous Narutard friends) and then the rest is history.

 

(If you want to know history, it’s pretty much as follows: I became obsessed in Naruto. The end.)

 

And you know how I am. If I like a manga or something, I draw it. .-.

^^EHEE NARUTOOOO^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (that’s a happyface times 10, btw)

Soaking in Memories

SO… MY COUSINS CAME! Did I already tell you? I don’t remember, and I don’t exactly feel like checking. But anyhow, I have three cousins, whom I shall cleverly nickname Andrew, Steve, and, uh, uh, uh—I forget.

(That’s not their real names, which is obviously why I’m giving you a full name instead of a letter. We ‘named’ them English names just for fun, because the names really do match their personality. But, I forgot what my youngest cousin’s English name is. We’ll just call him H.)

A, S, and H. A is a junior in high school—I mean, in terms of American ways, he’s going to be a senior, but in the country I’m from, it’s not the end of their school year yet, so--

nevermind. He’s a senior in high school. There.

S is the same age as me, freshman.

H is in seventh grade.

They’re all boys.

Which is awesome, because they’re not all dainty and awkward and sit-down-and-study-like, and they’re really fun. A is really good at sports—I mean, we went to the park the other day to play tennis at the court, and you have to keep in mind, my brother and I have gotten lessons for a year. And A never played tennis before. But within three hours, his skills were by far much better than ours. And he’s super nice. Yeah. To me. (Not sure about to his brothers.. xD)

S is really truthful, sometimes too truthful, and he talks a lot. But it’s not like a sassy sort of talk-a-lot, it’s more like, that when you’re talking to him, he talks back and doesn’t exactly not answer. GRAH I don’t know how to explain it. But he’s really nice and fun.

H is really funny, and silly. He plays with my brother a lot, and now, they’re like best friends, hitting each other and fighting one moment and then playing Minecraft together the next. He’s always got a joke or trick up his sleeve, and he, too, talks a lot. In fact, He, my brother, and I share one room to sleep in, and all I hear up until 3:00 in the morning is them fighting over their ‘sleeping territory,’ and then changing subjects to a fart contest (who makes the weirdest fart noise). All the while I’m telling them to please ‘shut up.’ But it’s funny.

They came on Tuesday, and now it’s Sunday, meaning they’ve been here for a total of six days. (OMG ALREADY  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO A WEEK HAS PASSED ALREADY!?!?!?!!?!?!?!)

So anyhow, back to the point.

(I never told you the point.)

We went to New York yesterday, and my dad was all stubborn and wanted to take them to Central Park, which honestly, is not a very logical decision, since the weather’s supposed to be, to be subtle, ‘rainy.’

Anyhow, we drove to New York (yep, can’t really go places too much on a train when you have seven people), and we walked all around to Central Park. When we finally got in, my dad wanted us to go to this big lake place, so of course, he pretended he knew something (or maybe he actually did), and made us walk for about an hour. (Of course, after about thirty minutes, we realized we passed ‘this place’ before, in the beginning, implying we were pretty much walking in circles). All the while, there was a light drizzle, enough to have droplets annoyingly plop themselves into my eye. (Glasses don’t help. In fact, they fog your vision more. Droplets on your glasses=demented vision.)

Then, we gave up (or did I already tell you that), and so of course, mother Nature decided to make it pour. Like crazy. The sort of rain that you only see in dramas, where there is a couple who is about to break up and leave or something, I don’t know, one of those cheesy sad rainy scenes. Super DownPour. Literally. We were soaking wet from head to toe.

And it does NOT help that my shoes (flats) were all itchy and full of pebbles and dirt and water. (Turns out my feet were bleeding—the ankle-edge-place, you know. Figured that out AFTER we walked all around Central Park. smart.)

We waited in the rain (while eating rain-soaked KimBap), but then when the rain wouldn’t stop. So we cleverly put the vinyl (from wrapping kimbap) and the lids to the kimbap box, and backpacks, and everything and anything we could get a hold of, over our heads and rain blindly out of Central Park.

We just ran to the Apple store (which is pretty far, in terms of how long we walked). But when we left Central Park, it stopped raining, so it wasn’t THAT bad. I mean, our hair was soaking wet, and so were our clothes and feet, but besides that, it wasn’t THAT bad. Even though seeing people nice’n’dry with umbrellas was the most jealous feeling you could feel at the moment.

The apple store was awesome, because they let you use the new MacBook Pro or something, and it was absolutely exquisitely superbly gourmet a technological meal.

Did that make sense. Who cares. Whatever. You get the point.

And then we went to Times Square and went to the Toys R Us store, bought candy, went to the Disney store, cooed over super cute stuffed animal-characters, and went to some other places, and then went home. By then, we were all semi-dry, smelly, and our legs hurt.

What a beautiful way to spend a day at New York City. I’m sure they’ll remember the place fondly.

EEEEEEEP! :D

So I’ve found another wishlist-worthy item! AND IT’S AWESOMEISTICALLY AWESOME.
It’s called the Wacom Inkling. http://lovereadwrite.blogspot.com/2012/07/e-best-of-whats-new.html (< my other blog)
And yes, it’s AWESOME!
I mean, I wish I had it, but I don’t wish I had it. It’s just really cool, so obviously I want it, but not enough to actually ask for it or anything. Not that I ask for much. Besides food. And pencils. And notebooks (the sort you write in). Most of them I pay for. Yeah I’m not going to say anything else much.

And it’s the AWESOMEIST IDEA AND INVENTION.
It was on Popular Science’s 100 Best Innovations of the Year (2011). It’s a combination between a real pen+paper and a tablet. It’s AAAAAAAAAWEEEEESOMEEEE~ <3

Death Note

Thanks to a friend, (L) (HEY THAT’S A COINCIDENCE OMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG) (Her initials are LL), I have been introduced to the wondrous world of Death Note, and Light and L and eeeeeeeeeeeeeek--

Okay.

Here’s an epic picture of L (my favorite):

Kaythanksbye.

AVATARRRR 2

YAYYAYAYAYAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAHYAHYAH.

I spent a lot of the morning (afternoon, acctually—woke up at twelve. O.o) drawing Avatar peoples. :3

Here are some more avatar peoples.

(Don’t ask.)

Ender’s Game

Not obsessed at all.

 

Ender’s game three times

Ender’s Shadow

Shadow of the Hegemon

Speaker for the Dead

PIGGIES MILO</3

 

okay I’m creepy.

Bye.

Who Knew?

Oh, I think this title is so well title-d. It fits the situation perfectly. Who knew. Why, who did? Well, nobody. Except for my mother, but she didn’t exactly know, more like, she expected. Hoped.

So, remember that post I made where I talked about the Sejong Writing Competition?

Here’s the link: http://sugarsweetlemons.blogspot.com/2012/03/on-top-of-world.html

You know how I said “I don’t think I’m going to win”? Well, I did.

OF COURSE NOT FIRST PLACE. Dang, that’s way too high for national competition. I got ‘Honorable Mention.’

Quite exciting way to find out about it, I had.

You see, after sending the essay for the writing competition, I really didn’t give it a second thought, not that much. I just thought to myself, “Well, I’m not that good at writing, and besides, it’s better off if I vilify my expectations in this so that I don’t get upset whatever happens.”

And I forgot about it. It was totally off my mind.

So, going back, when I sent the essay, they made you give your email, and also your teacher’s email. Your English teacher, because apparently most kids enter the contest via their school’s requirements or something. Of course, I didn’t. It was more of an on-my-own thing.

And so I put my English teacher’s email in, and mine, too.

And these days, with Washington and all, I didn’t really check my email much.

So today, Monday, just another day to drag yourself to school, I went to English class, disappointed that the Graduation Practice had been cancelled, because that would mean we’d miss two periods of class (including English). I plopped myself down into my seat, and listened to my English teacher rant on about his philosophies in life and the way Honors English should not be called Honors English, particularly. It was a normal, boring day for me.

So then, my teacher realized there was a LOT of time left, so he just waved us off and said, “just study for the grammar test,” which is open notes, by the way, so I didn’t study at all. I just sat there, and in the midst of explaining the difference between “Lie” and “Lay” to my friend, my teacher yelled out, “CELINE! WHERE ARE YOU!”

Psh, like the room’s that big he can’t find me.

But I stand up anyway, my eyes all wide and stuff, wondering, What did I do?

He says, “Come over here!”

So as an obeisant student, I saunter over to his desk, which is conveniently located across the room, and look at him all confused, because obviously he isn’t calling me over to give me my vocab test—already got that five minutes ago (got a 100, thank you very much).

He peers at me, like a coup d’oeil, from the edges of his old-man glasses, and says, “Whatcha win?”

And then I’m doubling back, thinking, “What in the world is this man talking about?”

And apparently my thoughts are visibly shown, because he says, “You know, that thing—the Korean thing you entered! Did you enter a contest?”

And then it begins to dawn on me. Korean thing… Contest…

“I—uh, I think so…”

“What’s your last name?”

“Choo.”

“Yeah, you won something!”

At this I look at him, because the truth is finally uncovered in my brain. I won something in the Sejong Competition?

What?!

And then he says something about a teacher wanting to read my essay to the class, how, quote, ‘all the teachers are talking about you.’

And I think, What in the WORLD!

But then again, the world is pretty big, so you never know what to expect.

Anyhow, he says something about me going to the teacher’s room and telling her that I’d like my essay read to her class, thankyouverymuch. (Not exactly in that tone, but I wanted to use “thankyouverymuch.”)

Then, realizing I didn’t know where this teacher’s room was, and that my friend was hovering over me, I said, “D’er… Idon’tknowwhereherroomis. I need someone to help me find it…”

And my teacher rolls his eyes and says, okay, R, you can help her.

And just as I’m about to leave, he booms out to the class, “HEY GUESS WHAT C WON SOMETHING IN A WRITING COMPETITION!” or something like that, and I’m backing out of the room with my eyes wide at the widespread attention suddenly dumped onto my shoulders. I’m not good with public attention, you know.

So R (my friend) and I go to her room, which is two hallways away, so we have plenty of time to think about it. At least, I do. And all that’s racing in my head is:

Whatwhwat? what? what? What? What? WHAAAAAAATTTT?

And then I tell the teacher, let’s call her Miss W, that it would be kind of her if she could read it to the class, but I had to sort of yell it out because she was sitting in the back, and we had entered through the front, and apparently she felt no need to walk over and talk where we could hear each other.

Then, the air conditioning got way too loud (or I was too soft), and my friend had to translate my words and yell them out to her.

Then, still in a What-y haze, I went back to my English class and spent the rest of the time talking/thinking about it.

 

YAYZERS!

Well, anyhow. I would like to post it here so that the memory will stay longer than it might without it being written down and published.

Have a nice day!

WASHINGTON!

AND ENDER’S GAME!

So for our Class Field Trip, we went to Washington and stayed there for two nights and three days. We wake our drowsy, unwilling (and yet willing) selves up out of our beds and drag our drowsy selves and heavy suitcases or whatever to school at FIVE O CLOCK.

And anyhow, we stayed there (got there Wednesday) and then came home today, at approximately six or five thirty in the afternoon.

It was fun, but most of the fun-ness was with friends, not particularly anything about Washington. It may have just been any other place in the world and we would have had just as much fun. We played Asian Mafia, ate Ramen, talked, ran around, played finger puppets (for like two minutes), and other worldly things.

ALSO.

Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card is the best book you will ever read, whether you know it or not. Ender’s Shadow is good, too. And it’s not like Harry Potter or the Hunger Games, because it’s much deeper than that.

In fact, so deep that KIDS IN HIGH SCHOOL READ IT FOR THE STUDYING SORT OF THING! So before reading it in school and thinking it’s so boring and dreadful (like most books turn out to be when you read them in school), read it on your own so you can fully enjoy the wonders and perfections of this book AND spoil the ending for everyone when you’re reading it in school! (If you are, that is.)

Ender’s Game I’ve read two and a half times already, and now I’ve re-started so that I have read it two and two half times. (Because reading the first half twice does not mean that I’ve read the whole book once.)

AND PLUS they’re making a movie in 2013. But Ender is the actor from Hugo, Ava something or something like that, and he doesn’t look ANYTHING like Ender. YOU PEOPLE.

Then again, how many actors are there out in this world who can look and act like a six year old and yet have a charismatic aura about them, as well as some genius intelligence?

Not many.

BUT ANYHOW IGNORING ALL LOGICAL EXPLANATIONS WHY COULDN’T THEY CONJURE UP SOME CHILD WHO LOOKS LIKE ENDER.

 

You know I really didn’t mean to make it caps lock, and I’m not all that mad, but my pinky finger disobediently pressed the caps lock key, and by the time I realized how angry it seemed I was (in the text), I wrote too much and I didn’t feel like erasing it and re-typing it un-capitalized. So I am sorry if you are shrinking back in your seat because of my nonexistent wrath and fury.

 

Kaythanksbye.

Ender’s Game

Is the Best Book In The World (don’t talk about Harry Potter, please, Ender’s Game is a bit better than that).

I looked it up, and THANK YOU, ORSON SCOTT CARD he wrote a bunch of books. And on the San Fran trip, I read Ender’s Game almost twice, (I’ve read the book once before), meaning I’m reading this for the third time.

I still can’t fully understand the hidden meaning. I mean, I understand it, I know it, because I can feel somewhere it the pit of my stomach, but I just can’t seem to bring it up and into my brain and hand to write on paper/type.

And then when I looked up ‘Ender’s Game,’ some of the ‘suggested’ choices thingys was ‘Ender’s Game movie.’

Then I was thinking, hrmph?

I searched that, and IMDB says it’s coming out 2013. Plenty of time to read the books, and then watch the movie.

I can’t wait.

:D

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1731141/

(IMDB link)

 

I love the idea of it.

GRAHHHHH

 

Okay.

I’ll stop.

(Technically I haven’t even ‘started.’)

Freedom

FREEDOOOMMMMMM

 

NO LIFE SKILLS

NO LIFE SKILLS

NO LIFE SKILLS

NO LIFE SKILLS

It’s a beauty.

NO LIFE SKILLS!

Away from the teacher (I’m sorry, but you kind of scare me. ); ) and away from the annoying people at my table who make me do all the work (except for S, who is not part of the ‘annoying people’ group I was speaking of a parentheses ago).

HERE COMES ART. YAHHHHHHHH

PI DAY

Here is the long history of Pi. On March fourteenth, also the birth date of the great EINSTEIN, is the day to commemorate, remember, and acknowledge the wonders of Pi.
Pi is circumference divided by diameter.
This wondrous definition not only defines what it is, but it was also a subject in which we learned in Math class. Yes, human beings, we are in Honors Geometry.
Here is a nice statement, derived from a few others, and concluded through transitive property of equality.
Geometry=shapes.
Shapes=circles.
Circles=diameter and circumference.
Diameter and circumference=Pi.
Pi=Geometry.
Geometry=Pi.
Therefore, would it not make the most sense to celebrate Pi Day, on March Fourteenth, in Math class? IMEAN—The Algebra class is celebrating it, and they’re learning polynomials! (This very good argument and reason was stated by Rachel X. Must give credit.)
Then why, why, Mr. V (Let’s just use this letter, V, to represent my math teacher’s surname. To keep his and our privacy at the utmost restricted-ness.), are you refusing to celebrate pi day?
Is it not relevant? Had we not all failed the circles test a chapter before?
Are we not good students? Do we not deserve a nice day off, with some Pi, circumference, and diameter? And pie?
Of course, our beloved teacher Mr. V, says in the most monotonous, humdrum voice ever—“No.”
(Actually it was more of a bewildered, nervous ‘No,’ but I’d like to keep things at a dramatic level.)
We were aghast—devastated by this reply. We had only been expecting one of two answers—maybe even both—either “OF COURSE!” or “Why not?”
“No” was not an answer we had thought of, at all.
Yet, the truth was bleak, and we were to have no day reserved to worship Pi and its wonders.
But we did not give up! I, proud student of Geometry class, decided to make a PROTEST. A PEACEFUL PI PROTEST for Pi Day. What we would do, is create picket signs, and march down the hallway to the front of Mr. V’s room with our signs, chanting “PI DAY! PI DAY!” Like they do in football games, or when you want someone to go up in front of the class and do something, and everyone starts chanting his or her name.
With this wondrous dream in mind, I went to my Band Lesson, ignored the meaning of the term ‘Band Lesson,’ and gathered supplies. I took my band teacher’s stapler, and his sharpie, and some paper. My two friends and I dutifully marched into the lunchroom (not seen, thanks to the Lunch Aids’ nearsightedness), grabbed a whole bunch of plastic spoons off the rack thingy, and then marched outside and ran at full speed to the band room. Spoon-stealery is not the best of crimes, you know.
We then unwrapped twelve spoons, decorated and created the signs on paper, stapled them to the spoons (actually, we folded the paper in half and stapled the edges so that the spoon, which was in between the folded-paper-halves, would not fall out). We created twelve magnificent Peaceful Pi Protest Picket Poster Signs, full with reasons, demands, and wishes on them. Creativity, determination, and hard-work.
We then took more of the band teacher’s items by asking for a plastic bag (which, was initially a joke, but it turned out he actually had one), and putting the signs in the plastic bag to use on the glorious day of the protest. I then informed (almost, except for the obnoxiously arrogant genius match peoples, who did not seem to care whether they had class or not) all the Geometry Students about the Peaceful Pi Protest and the Picket Signs.
They seemed halfheartedly delighted, so I was happy.
Word spread around the school (among the nerd-Asians in my grade), and soon, most of the people knew of the Protest. I then passed out the signs we had created, gave them the directions on how to execute our plan, and then hoped for the best.
The following Monday, I walked out of Physical Education Class with anxiety and hope. I was late.
All of the kids participating in the protest were dutifully standing awkwardly outside of the door, not sure whether to go in or not. They all had their pathetically small signs with sharpie scribbled over them, and they were laughing nervously and awkwardly, asking “Where’s (My name here)? Where’s (My name here)?”
And upon seeing me, they were ready to PROTEST. It was just in time, because Mr. V, who was wondering where three fourths of the class was, came outside to see us standing awkwardly, waiting for directions from a protester.
Seeing Mr. V, I nervously said, “Pi day protest……?”
And we were all half-heartedly, laughing-ly, un-seriously saying, “Pi day. Pi day. Pi day… Pi day…. Pi day….?”
We were laughing, because it was so awkward, and the voice was not strong. It was weak. For our math teacher asked, “What is this?”
I was horrified. Did he not recognize this act of peace and negotiation from his students? How could he not recognize a simple protest? Was our protest that weak and bad?
The bleak truth was that, yes, it was. It was awkward, and quite unorganized. We were awkwardly crowding around the door saying “Pi day.”
He then asked, “Are you guys coming inside now?”
Then, after a moment of hesitation, a protester said firmly (with a slight giggle) “No!”
“Do I have to give you the answer?”
“Yes!”
“…I’ll think about it.”
“No, that’s not an answer!”
“Guys, you have to come in!”
“No!”
But we went inside anyway.

This was the Pi Day Protest.

And Mr. V did not keep to his word. We planned the Pi Day celebration, yet he did not keep to his word. (Today, 1/4 of the class was gone, because of a field trip, so we agreed to celebrate it on Thursday.) Today, he said, “We’re not celebrating pi day.”
Because we had taken some food and Pie from another teacher, who, even at the end of the day, had two whole unopened pies.
Can we believe it? This rash act of betrayal and ignorance? How important is Pi Day to us Geometry Students?
VERY.
(It means missing a period of class, for food. :D)
So, we secretly agreed to bring the food tomorrow anyway, because we already bought the food.

I will tell you how it goes tomorrow.

Tea Brewer!

I have an AWESOME idea. It’s an ATB. It’s an Automatic Tea Brewer. I bet you can make these by assembling things related to clocks, to ovens, and then somehow make it work. ANd WALAH! IS THE TEA BREWER! But although making the actual invention may be important, coming up with the idea is as important. You can have all the knowledge and material to make this amazing invention that will help the world, but just not have that idea of that particular amazing invention in your head.

But of course, the other way around, you can have an awesome invention, yet not have the information. But then again, you can just seek, experiment, and find the information you need.

 

Anyhow.

The Automatic Tea Brewer is an idea I inspired myself with. Well, and tea.

 

Ever wished your mom had your tea ready and waiting every day, so that you could just drink the tea at leisure the minute you came home? But she’s outside working.

Well, here is an excellent solution!

Try the ATB today! Imean, the Automatic Tea Brewer?

Wondering what it is?

…

No? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. THE AUTOMATIC TEA BREWER is an AMAZING product that you, yes you, can install into your stove so that all you have to do is fill the teapot with water in the morning, and come back with the water steaming and hot, ready to be made into tea!

All you have to do is take apart your oven/stove, install some clock part stuff, and then reassemble your oven! Not too hard, if you just follow the instructions without killing yourself!

What it will essentially do is the clock parts, which are the parts that create the alarm to ring at a certain time, will turn on the stove at a certain time. That way, at exactly 3:00, thirty minutes before you come home, your stove will turn on, and the water inside the teapot will start to boil.

When it is 3:20, ten minutes before you come home, the stove will automatically turn off with the second alarm part.

Then, the water can cool for 10 minutes (tea tastes best at a certain temperature), so that when you come home, all you have to do is add the tea leaves, pour the water into the tea-pot thingy, and then wait for only about ten minutes to have nice, warm tea!

Even better, if you like your tea hotter, or if you like your tea cooler, of if you like longer-boiled tea, whatever it may be, you can edit and change those boiling-times and cooling-times to the way you want!

 

That’s my idea. Of course, I don’t know how to make it. Sure would be cool if I did.

If any of you people out there know how to make it, please tell me. Not that I’m the sort of person to go to Lowes and buy some tools to take apart the stove and oven, but you know. Just so I know.  C:

 

Not that anyone reads this besides me, anyhow.

:D Hasta luego, mis amigos!

3-1 Day; Short? Still keep hope!

Happy 3-1 절! Celebrate Yoo Kwan Sun (유관순) and many other brave citizens’ peaceful fight for Korean freedom!

 

And I found this awesome website that shows you how to grow: http://www.kyungnamki.com/?id=jp50

SO awesome. Now I have a very little, perhaps still no hope. Congrats, Bob, you have a 77% chance of growing!

For those of you who cannot read Korean,

I can’t translate the whole page, but the 77% thing is…

Probability of Growth:

Environment: 26%
Exercise: 20%
Influence: 31%
Genetic: 23%

YOUR CHILD HAS AT LEAST A 77% CHANCE OF GROWTH! If your child’s height is not of the tallest, and does not have the genes of tallness, the other factors in growth such as influence and daily environment make up the 77% chance of your child’s growth possibility.

(Must not get too much stress; Must have enough nutrients and vitamins; Must do many exercises energizing and helping the growth-part-of-your-body (not sure how to say it in English), and parents’ love and care.)

Wow, as if I hadn’t heard this already… but now that they’ve made an official website for short people wishing to grow more, I feel at least 1% of the hope I did not have.

Playing Farmer

So Mother was cooking spaghetti, and she had the box of raw spaghetti noodles in the box out, and I walked over.

I took a spaghetti noodle (raw) and stuck it in my mouth, like those farmers do, only they probably don’t use spaghetti noodles, they use wheat or something. I don’t know.

It’s just fun, and it’s cool, pretending to be a farmer.

Except  I didn’t do anything much more farmer-like than the noodle in my mouth.

But it’s still fun to think about it anyhow.

My brother of course followed me.

 

Raw noodles  in your mouth = Playing farmer!

Let’s play farmer!

C:

Fonts

So I’m testing out this font that I’ve downloaded on Windows Live Writer to see if the fonts shows up online if I use this font here when typing the post.

Go to www.sugarfrogfonts.com or something like that to find an awesome website with cute handwriting fonts! For ABSOLUTELY FREE! And it’s so prettyful.

:D

I love it.

And with this awesome new laptop, I feel I can do almost anything in the world. I feel so achieved. I have my own private laptop to do things with. It’s a wonderful feeling.

It is.

 

I’m making cookies tomorrow, so I’m probably going to post some pictures. Yummy oatmeal cookies for youth group in church! C:

 

Some people say it’s going to snow tomorrow, some people say it’s going to snow a lot.

All I Know is, if it ever snows, it’ll be pretty--

for sure.

It’ll be like flakes in the wind, gently touching against the skin of Mother Earth,

beautifying anything it blesses to touch.

Snow is pretty on anything

everything

when there’s that thin, crystally layer,

when the snow comes down ever so steadily,

that you have that urge to bend back and stick your tongue out.

Snow is pretty on everything,

even grass, even benches, even trees, even the earth-damaging, air-polluting cars.

It’s makes everything so naiive and beautiful,

so that it covers everything

and shields it with a layer of pure

white

and beauty.

Snow is pretty on anything and everything,

but it doesn’t last long.

It goes away,

because of the roaring trucks

and people mushing it up,

turns into brown muddy snow,

that beauty corrupted,

I can go on forever with this,

so I’ll stop now,

Because I have to work on my speech,

Adios. Hasta luego. Tengo que hacer mi tarea.

In case you're not Korean, (which most cases, you probably aren't), don't use google translate. It's terrible.
The grammar and sentence structure is different than that of English grammar and sentence structure, so it messes up the program. Use it for words--and not even then.
The title just says 'I like Pepero<3333'
Anyhow.

So I came up with this awesome idea. No. Wait.
Actually, it's not too awesome, and I didn't come up with it.
My dad did.
So you're probably disinterested now, since I said the phrase 'my dad', and that immediately makes about 78.2% of you go somewhere else. Or worse yet, 'X' the screen out and run away from the computer in fear. For the 21.8% of you who are still reading this, congratulations.
Anyhow.
It's still an okay idea, I guess.
Since I'm so mean to my brother--wait. I take that back. Since I'm rarely kind to my brother, my dad came up with this okay idea.
He made a point system.
It's called "칭찬포인트" which in English is "Compliment Point."

So if I compliment my brother kindly and truthfully, I get a 'Compliment Point'.
If I get ten points, I get a small prize.

And the prize is....
dododododododdodrumrolldodododdodododododododo...
You guessed it.
Pepero. 빼빼로! :D

And I'm eating a box right now.
:D
Aren't you proud? I complimented my brother TEN TIMES this week.
Three points so far, back from square one. Seven to go! :D
Gotta get those boxes of Pepero off that shelf into my mouth! O:


Here's an awesome picture:

Awesome. Yes. I told you.

The Adventures of Penny, PENY, and AMIE. :D

So I got bored this morning, and instead of studying for something, I made this little 'comic' (more like a (very long) useless doodle) about Theorem 5-5, for my Geometry Class. :D

 

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“YOU SNEAKY MOM!”

“YouTube Challenge–I told my Kids I ate All their Halloween Candy

It’s really late, I know, but I don’t want to lose the link—so. yeah.'

XD

Mister Sparkle's Toothpaste [Commerical]

Now this takes TIME to make, so please excuse my sort of sloppiness and enjoy the commercial.

...and yes, it's not a real one. So don't get too hyped up.

(It's the result of getting a TABLET. :DDDDD)

 

Hehehehe... I wasted many hours of my life doing this--but it's fun. :D

Oh

copyright Celine Choo and Melissa Lew 2011.

Just don't spread Mr. Sparkle too much. I like inside jokes better than outside jokes. :D