Happeh

Oh yay!

I got some new Prismacolor art markers, and they're really cool. Although I don't know how to use them to their fullest extent to shine their beauty to their greatest, I still think that they're pretty neat. I don't have marker paper, which is half of the reason why I can't do as much with it.
I'm gonna have to make-do with printer paper for now. Maybe I'll go to Michaels or order some marker paper when I'm good and able to use it well.

Anyway, that's all I have to say. I'm posting on nearly every blog I have, because I am bored.
I finished my homework early!!
It's amazing, I know.
I'm so happy.
Plus, I practised piano.
(Yes, I practised it. Heh. Practised.)

Kaybye.

The Best Moment

This morning, I woke up at six o clock, thinking we had to go to school today. I got myself mentally prepared for going to school by six o five, got up and started pondering over whether I'd be late or not if I slept until six ten, and then decided to just get ready because I'd be sleepy during school anyhow.
Then, I opened the door, doing the usual ninja tip-toe walk, rushed back inside when I heard my brother murmur things in his sleep, and then poked my head back outside. I took a deep breath and managed to go downstairs when I suddenly felt something was astray.
...It was Saturday.

I felt a surging feeling of happiness and I dashed upstairs, careless of whether my parents would wake up or not, and dove right into bed thinking of the many more hours of sleep I’d get. It was the best feeling in the world. Curling up in that bed—doing just what I wished to do on real school days. It made me smile smugly (even though there was nobody around), and I felt like this was a priceless moment.

I dozed off to a few more hours of beautiful, soothing sleep.

 

Ahhh. Ode to sleep.

(That wasn’t an ode to sleep, I was just saying “Ode to Sleep,” nothing much to do with the actual content of the post, by the way.)

:3 True story, though.

For the Good of Mankind

I feel so accomplished and like a new person. I have made someone’s day brighter. I think. But all the same, it feels so warmly good to know that someone will be happy because of me, and that they shall continue pursuing their dream because of me. I haven’t really done much, but it’s a lot to others.

You see, I remember in around fifth grade when, on Valentine’s Day, the teacher made us each write a compliment to each of our classmates and then put it in their little “mailbox” on their desks. When I got my twenty four compliments (let’s just assume I had 24 other kids in my class), reading through them, I felt this swelling feeling of happiness. They weren’t even so sincere, and they were just simple compliments, yet it made me feel so,,, worthy of being here, and so belonging. It was, whaddaya call it, the opposite of lonely.

And in sixth grade, we had to present something, and the teacher had made us write a “critique” of every person’s presentation and give it to them so that they could improve next time. Well, being the little children we were, we all wrote compliments, except for the occasional, “louder voice,” or “eye contact.” But reading through it, with critiques and encouragements, I felt that I belonged in that classroom again, like life was worth it. (Which it is.)

So when I was on deviantart, and I saw that today was someone’s birthday, I decided to spread that happiness, and I went to their page and commented on their page and wished them a happy birthday. But I knew that just writing Happy Birthday wouldn’t mean much—I mean, tons of other people wrote that, too. I wanted them to know how good they were at drawing, how much I admired their drawing skill, and how I feel about their drawings. so I did. I wrote about four sentences, just telling them and complimenting them on their art.

A day later, they commented back, saying that it really made their day, and they thanked me for it. I mean, when I first read that, I thought of back in sixth grade, when I was reading through the critiques from my peers, when I felt that swelling happiness. And knowing (or at least, I think I know) that someone else had that same feeling—made my day in turn.

And who knows, maybe I encouraged them to continue drawing and maybe they’ll become the next Picasso.

…I don’t know about that.

But anyhow, I feel like I’ve done a great deed.

Who knew complimenting someone would make you feel so good? (:

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)

Good Times

Hey I just noticed that if you take out the ‘s’ then it becomes the song “Good Time” by Owl City and C. R. Jespen.

Anyhow, that’s not the point. Just yesterday, my cousins left America to go back to (insert country here). Let’s call it ‘X.’

They were here for three weeks, and it was the most fun three weeks of the summer. They are awesome people with funny personality and I really do miss them. I wonder why our family had to move to America and not stay in X. I wonder why it’s me whose family was in America, in a foreign land, rather than someone else. All of my other cousins and aunts and uncles (nine aunts) live in X. It kind of makes you feel lonely and isolated, don’t you think?

I mean, of course, being in America is really fun, and it has its advantages and stuff, especially if you want to succeed in life, blah blah. And yes, I have lots of friends and good memories here.

But most of my family is halfway across the world, in X. (Except for my aunt, who is a nun, and she lives in San Francisco, but she moves a lot, so I can’t really pinpoint the exact distance I live from my closest-living relative.) And most definitely, all of my cousins are in X. To what I hear, they see each other so often, (as my cousin Steve teases, “I’ve seen them so much, I’m almost sick of them~ XP”) and they can always go to their house within thirty to forty minutes.

Sometimes I wish my cousins, my first cousins, would move to America. (By first cousins I mean the children of my mom’s older sister. She has six sisters, so… yeah.)

It’s so much fun being with your family, even your cousins, because for some reason, whether it’s the second time meeting them or the first, you feel closer to them than you feel with friends at school, who you meet nearly every day. You feel like you’ve met those cousins yesterday, and the day before that, and that this isn’t a meeting once a year.

At least, that’s how I feel.

Looking around my house, I can remember just like yesterday when I was doing Algebra II problems, looking at the clock every five seconds, (meaning, technically, with the whole distraction, one could say I was looking at Algebra II problems), anxiously wondering what my cousins would say when they came to our house for the first time and took a look at America. I remember just like yesterday when they barged into the house, full with smiles and excitement, with their rolly bags and jackets, coming into the house to make sure they made lots of noise and memories. When they came into my room, and I still couldn’t believe they were inside my house, and that they were sitting on my bed, and asking me where the bathroom was, and that America’s so big, and why we can’t walk by ourselves to the park, and why we couldn’t go somewhere far by ourselves…

Just like yesterday when my cousins were sulking around the house, saying that the first day was going by way too slow, how is three weeks going to go by, and them unpacking the thousands of food from X, with yummy X crackers and candy as well as a pencil set for me. Just like yesterday when I felt kind of awkward with them.

And it was just like yesterday that I was freaking out that there was three days left, and H would glare at me (jokingly) and Andrew would flick my head and say “Let’s play a game” just like yesterday we were running in the grass trying to catch the frisbee in Frisbee Football, a game Alex played at his school, and was really fun—Just like yesterday I was telling them a fun card game and how we played it until two in the morning…

Just like yesterday.

And just like tomorrow, the time always comes, when we have to comment on how fast time flies, and how we’ll miss each other, and wave to each other until the other is out of sight, disappearing into the line of people holding their passports to go to another land…

 

And like tomorrow, the day will come when they’ll come again, and we’ll go to X too, and we’ll meet each other at least once a year, I hope. I hope that we won’t have to say that we’ve met our cousins only twice, that we know who they are and what their favorite food is, and what game they play 24/7, and what brand of clothing they like the most.

Looking around the house, they’ve left no trace that they were here, no trace at all, just like they weren’t here, almost. Except for the Nike tag they forgot to throw away, and the game that shows on the screen when I turn on my iPod, and a warmth in our hearts, hope that we’ll see them in just 365 days..

Today.

Dah. dah. daaaaaa~

Today is the day that

my cousins are coming.

:D

yay. What do we do.

1. card games

2. board games

3. computer games

4. work

5. piano

6. …

Is this how we’re going to spend three weeks?

I hope not.

7. Pillow fights (not probable)

8. XBOX games

9. DS games

10. Kinect games

11. Compu—oh already put that.

12. Eating games (aka breakfast, lunch, dinner)

13. Silent games (not probable. at all)

14. …drawing games…? hopefully, but I doubt it.

15. sit there and laugh awkwardly games (definite.)

16. wonering what to do games (definite also.)

17. youtube games (aka go on youtube and watch random videos).

18. introduce America games (O.o)

19. No games

20. Okay bye.

THREE DAYS

Three days ‘till what? Maybe you don’t care, but I DO! :DDD  MY COUSINS ARE COMING YAHHHH AKJHGALSOEIYGKJWNGLAKIHlkgi]uqy2p498ehslkjdva sdj
…
Sorry for the keyboard spasm.
But I don’t feel like deleting it. >:P
So these days I’m living in deviantart, which is an awesome place if you like drawing and stuff.
And there are lots of awesome artists out there. :D
I’m wondering what to do when my cousins are here. I mean, there’s not much to do when you’re stuck at home besides the computer. And we can’t have five kids crowding around a computer. So what do we do?
I mean, they’re all boys, so I can’t make them cook or something. We’ll probably end up spending three weeks on Starcraft and other videogames, especially on the XBOX. I wish they were awesome at drawing (who knows, maybe they had such hidden talent that they never told us of) so that we can all draw together, but I doubt that..
We can play card games (funfunfunfunfun) and board games (a bit less fun), and maybe teach them English (for maybe obvious reasons). Because they’re from ***(Insert censored Country Name Here)***.
Do we all sit on the couch and play the ‘get up first and you lose’ game?
Or do we--
I dunno.
I just hope we don’t end up sleeping three weeks straight or something. Something fun, I hope.
The time will come.
Three days.
…
MUST GROW SO COUSIN NOT TALLER THAN ME BUT I DOUBT THAT BECAUSE APPARENTLY HE GREW A LOT OVER THE YEAR AND I DIDN’T NOT MUCH.

This is a sincere prayer:
O Dear God, let me miraculously grow three inches in three days. Thank you. In the name of Jesus Christ our Lord,
Amen.

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.)

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!

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