Adventure in Adventureland

That's the lamest title ever.

On Memorial Day, my family decided to go to Adventureland. It was time we go out and do something together.

By Adventureland, I mean the small theme park in Long Island. Not the big one. Not the movie.

It was mainly for my 10 year old, little sister.


In the parking lot.


The first thing we rode. I wanted to go on the Viking, but they didn't have it.


A normal train car ride thing.



A small kiddie roller coaster :)



Uhh... I don't know what that is, but my little sister is on it!



Music thing. The thing that goes really fast and if you're sitting on the outside, you literally die.



Waiting in line for the Frisbee.



My sister is somewhere inside the Frisbee. For the 5th time.



A kiddie log ride.



A balloon ride?



A kiddie drop.



My balloon bat I won playing the hammer game. I'm so strong :)

I just realized, Adventureland is for kids. Wow. Okay. Next time, I'm going to go to Six Flags. Hopefully.

Fried Oreos are Deadly

Fried Oreos are deadly. But they are so good!

Every year, we have a carnival. Four days of bright lights, loud music, and junk food.

Yesterday, after the Battle of the Classes, I went to the carnival with my friends. Since we didn't have the all-day bracelet, we had to buy individual tickets. 1 ticket = $1. Really expensive.

We only went on this awesome ride called Dream Catcher twice. $12. We couldn't afford to spend any more. We had to spend it on food after all.

By food, we mean fried Oreos and fried Twinkies. I mean, that's what carnivals are for.

I had never tried them before. At first, I was kind of disgusted by the idea of fried Oreos and what not. Who thought of that?

But after trying one, oh em gee, it was like heaven in my mouth. Hot, greasy, fluffy, sugary piece of heaven. I had four of those.

Today, I went back to the carnival again, with different people. More Dream Catcher and another fried Oreo. Yum...

I gotta wait until next year to eat those again.

I was on Titanic!

I've been on that ship at least 3 times now. I don't know how I get in, but I always remember trying to get out.



The first time I tried to go up the main stairs, there was this maid on the side, smiling and cleaning, minding her own business. There was no water on the floor, and when I opened the door, I saw the sunlight, and I was out.



The second time I tried to get out, the maid lady stared at me and my group, and kept staring as we walked up the stairs. It's not like she was freaky or anything. She was a young and a pretty maid lady. It was just weird that she stared at us. And when we opened the door, we didn't see the sunlight. We saw another room. We had to walk around for hours before finding the exit.



This time, last night, my friends and I were in this glass room, and we were able to see below the ship. We saw the dance floor, dining rooms, marble stairs, all below us. They were frozen in time and filled with water. It was breath taking and heart wrenching at the same time.



It was time for us to go. We found the same stairs we had found the other 2 times. The maid was there, staring at us. This time, there was water crawling down the stairs. We panicked and ran up. The maid lady stared at us again. We opened the door, and with no surprise, found no sunlight. We were in another room.

But this time, we weren't able to walk around and find another exit. It was a small room. On one side, there were stairs but you couldn't see beyond the first step. Pitch black. On the other side, there was a small rectangular puncture on the bottom of the wall. I didn't even try to bend down and look at what was in it.

Then, one of my friends pointed at the rectangle in the wall and yelled something. I looked down. There were two hands trying to grab for our feet. I jumped up. We all yelled something. What the heck? What is that?

Oddly enough, I was not scared. I poked the hand with my finger. The hand tried slapping me away. I poked it again, and it tried slapping me again, annoyed. It was weird, but it was fun. I slapped the hand. The hand got frustrated and went back into the whole. We all laughed.

Then, we got up and turned toward the stairs because we saw someone coming towards us. It was one of our friends, but she was pale and she was showered in blood. She started attacking us with a hair brush. I obviously blocked the hair brush with my arms and said, "Ow." Then I kicked her down the stairs and she rolled down. She ran toward us again. I kicked her again. She ran. I kicked. And again and again. Soon enough, she got tired and stopped.

Out of nowhere, this old man came through the doors. We all froze and stared at him. He kept walking, straight to the wall. He disappeared through the wall.

What the heck just happened!? We all said. Then, we started to see it. There was a faint light coming through the walls. They were in the shapes of stairs. We nodded. I walked into the wall first.

I went straight through the wall and walked up the white stairs. At the top, there was a little light hole. I went in. And I was out. Sunlight.


P.S. Images are from google and flickr.

Did This Ever Happen to You?

I remember two people were in it. They were really close to me

I don't remember who they were or what happened to them.

But I woke up crying.

A Free Trampoline!?

My friend and I were running around the neighborhood yesterday. While we were running our cool-down, we came across this one house with a pile of junk in their front yard, just waiting to be picked up by the trash truck.

We saw a perfectly fine couch. Then we saw a trampoline.

We were debating whether or not we should take it. Eventually, we rang the door bell. This old man came out.

"Hi. We saw a trampoline in front of your house..."

"Take it."

"Really? Thank you!"

And so we grabbed it and walked it home. We got a free trampoline. See, running is good for you.

Right Now, It's Hard

I'm trying to be everything good possible.

I'm trying to be a good daughter. A good sister. A good student. A good friend. A good girlfriend.

A good person.

Why is it so hard to balance everything? When one goes up, the other goes down.

When, I wonder, will I find the middle? When can I let the world take me in? When can I enjoy the things as they are now? When will I be satisfied? When will I be content? When will I be willing to let go of the things I loved before? When will I take in new things? When will I say sorry? When will I learn to say what I need to say, and not say what's not necessary? When will I live to live?

When can I make my life as good as possible without failing so many times over and over again?

I Hate My Mom

I really do.

Yesterday I didn't blow up on her. But today I did.

I hope she never comes back.

I Survived Six Flags

Physics and Calculus students on 6 coach buses. I was nervous on the bus ride there. Roller coasters? I'm scared of heights! What do I do? I want to try, but what if I die?!

We got there 2 hours later, around 10am. We met up and debated on what we should ride first. The swings? Or Nitro?

My boyfriend, being the caring and wonderful person he is, suggested we go on Nitro first, because the line will be shorter. If we went later, the line would be too long. I protested with all my might. But somehow, we went off into that direction anyways.

We were in front of the ride entrance. I freaked. Like, I really freaked. I started tearing and crying. I have never been on a roller coaster, I am afraid of heights, and my friends were forcing me to go on that big, tall, giant monster. I was terrified.

But that was exactly what I was afraid of. I was afraid of disappointing people and ruining the fun for being the party pooper. It was supposed to be a fun field trip. I didn't want to ruin anything for anyone. Still, I didn't have enough courage to go on Nitro. Log rides? Yes, love to. Roller coasters? Sorry, No.

My boyfriend gave up and I stopped crying. I sighed in relief and disappointment. I felt so bad. I said I'll go on the Batman. So we waited in line, my heart no longer pumping crazy and my mind relieved. The six of us got on the ride, ready to go. Then one of my friends got called out because she had her backpack with her. That was sad. Still, the ride went on.

So it was my first roller coaster. And in all honesty, I don't know why I never rode it earlier. It's not scary at all! All those log rides I go on are way scarier than that.

After Batman, I guess I didn't mind being dragged to Nitro. And just as my boyfriend said, the line was an hour and 30 minutes long. Now I felt really bad.

When I sat down and the coaster started crawling up, I felt fear again. Oh my God, that looks higher than before. We got to the top. There were two bees dancing. I shouted out, "bees!" And then we fell. I closed my eyes for the first drop and screamed until I couldn't hear myself. Probably because the roller coaster was too loud.

In the end, I'm glad I was forced onto Nitro. And there are other stories about Six Flags to be told, but it would be too long.

I am no longer afraid of roller coasters.



Look it's Mr.Six!

I am afraid of Roller coasters

I really am.

And I'm going to Six Flags Great Adventure tomorrow. For the first time in my life. And I already know several people who are going to drag me onto a roller coaster, whether I like it or not.

I'm excited, I guess? But I'm so scared!

What if I choke? Pass out? Throw up? Stop breathing because I realize the roller coaster is really, really high?

I remember the first time I rode the Jurassic Park ride at Universal Studios. It wasn't even that big. The drop was 50 feet. By the time the ride ended, I was crying because it was so scary and heart dropping. I hate that feeling.

I guess my worst fear is that I won't be able to stand it and start crying. That would be horrible.
And judging from the one all my friends are going to force me to go on, I think I'll probably start crying on the first drop. On the first one-fourth of the drop, to be precise.

Please don't let me die tomorrow.

Panera makes the world go round

I can concentrate 150% more at Panera Bread than at home. I should go to Panera everyday. And I would. Only if I didn't have to carry such a big heavy backpack. I'd bike there every day, but I don't like biking in back packs.

And my parents don't like it when I go to Panera. One, because they don't want me to eat out. Two, they don't want me hanging out during the weekdays. Even though we're doing our homework. Independently.

Anyway, random Asian snacks I ate yesterday. I love Asian snacks. They're not overly salty or sweet. They're just right. Not extreme. In the middle. Light.



Except I don't really like Pocky. I never really did. I like Pepero, but not Pocky. Sorry. I like Korean snacks better than Japanese snacks.

Crappy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day.

I hate how my birthday is always around Mother's Day. I have to share my once a year event with my mom, who I don't get along very well with. I know. I'm being a selfish, bratty bitch. But hey, this is my last birthday in high school. I wanted it to count. At least in my family.

My mom didn't get me a birthday present yet. So being the arrogant brat I grew up to be, I asked her for a present. She asked what I would like. I said I wanted dance lessons. I missed taking dance lessons and would like to take it again, before I went to college.

She started screaming and yelling at me. She said, "why do you always think about stupid things like that? Why don't you do what you have to do? Why don't you study more? Why don't you take care of your sisters more? Why don't you get your permit?" I just sat next to her in the car with my mouth wide open, because I couldn't believe my ears. Excuse me? Stupid? Dance lessons are stupid? What makes them stupid? Because they're not Asian? Because Asians must study and study because that's the only thing we're apparently good at?

I hate how my mom has this stereotypical view of Asians and Americans. Americans get the cool jobs with music and acting, while Asians get the "happy" jobs (according to my mom) like pharmacist and dentist.

Happy. Yes. That's the word. I will be happy for the rest of my life doing something I hate. Thank you Mom. It shows how much you care about my happiness.

Back to the point. I cried after that. It was unfair that she yelled at me for my stupid thoughts that were apparently way out there. I'm sorry Mom. All I asked for was a birthday present.

Birthday Day

I was supposed to go to a 5k run to fundraise for something. I had to wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning and go to my friends house, so we could go to the beach together and run. But it was raining really hard and my friend and I decided not to go. I slept. Yum.

I woke up again around 12 in the afternoon. Around 2:00, my boyfriend came over and we played Soul Calibur. I thought I was doing good but I won once and he won 6 times.

At 4:00, we watched X-Men Origins. It was amazing! I loved the soundtrack and the cinematography. It was glamorous and stunning and action-packed. Plus, Daniel Henney was in it. Wink wink. The only thing I didn't like was the ending.

After the movie, we snuck into the theater for 17 Again. We were only able to watch last half of the movie, but it was a really funny and cute movie. Kind of disturbing since there's the whole Dad-turning-into-a-hot-high-school-dude thing. I kind of cried but I tried not too. Hehe :)

Then came the Chinese food and pretzels at the mall.

When I came home around 9:30, my family had a cake waiting for me. Light Asian coffee mocha cake with strawberries and blueberries and cream instead of icing (I hate icing). It tasted so heavenly.

Today was a nice day.

Facebook Birthday Party

It's really weird how everybody comments "happy birthday" on my birthday, even though I never talk to them in real life. I mean, I do, but rarely. I don't even know some of the people on my friend's list.

Oh well. That's how the internet works.

I love Green Tea Ice Cream

And other things you eat with a spoon.











I'm 19 today. I feel kind of old, but not really since I'm only 19.

I miss having 5th grade pool parties back in the West.

5 People I Want to Punch

In the face.

1. My very annoying, blabber mouth of a "friend" who doesn't know when to shut up about anything.

2. My economics teacher. She looks like an obese mouse. Sounds like one too, with that squeaky, high, annoying voice of hers. I don't have anything against fat people. I just have something against her.

3. Kim Jong Il.

4. Samara. You know that girl from The Ring? She's annoying beyond logic. Comb your hair out of the way and stop crawling everywhere. You're not a bug.

5. I don't know yet.

5 Things I love doing in my room

1. Folding paper stars.

2. Playing guitar.

3. Writing in my journal.

4. Drawing when I should really be doing homework.

5. Talking to friends.




Random picture of my sister washing car because she was...bored. I think.

Was this real?

I was sitting on the stairs in my house when Mom came into the living room with a gun in her hand. Dad, my two younger sisters and I froze because, well, Mom just came into the room with a gun. She was screaming and shouting something while waving the gun around in the air. She then pointed the gun at me and my 16 year old sister. I froze. Click bang. She shot my sister in the head. Blood spurted everywhere. I couldn't even cry because it was such a shock. Mom had lost her mind.

She then pointed the gun at Dad and started screaming again. He kept trying to block the gun out of the way, but Mom was stronger. She pointed the gun straight to his head and literally blew his brains out. I was perspiring and my lips were quivering. My muscles froze and my heart stopped. What do I do? What do I do?

Mom looked at me and my youngest sister with crazed eyes that told me she had gone insane. She glared at us. Miraculously, she walked away from the living room and buried herself in her room, leaving me and my sister safe. Alone with the dead bodies.

Should I clean up the bodies? There are brain parts everywhere. What do I do with those? How do I protect my sister? Should I tell anyone? Will Mom run after me if I walk outside? Why did she shoot us?

I was scared she was going to go berserk again when the night came. I walked in circles, trying to think of what to do next. In the end, I decided to run away with my sister. I couldn't leave her. She was 8 years old. She deserves better than that.

So the night came. I wrapped my sister in blankets and carried her out. For some odd reason, carrying her in a blanket somehow seemed safer. I opened the door as quietly as I could. It still made the stupid creaky metal noise.

I took off. I never looked back, and with my sister in my arms, I darted past the darkness.

I don't remember where I went. All I remember is a small glass house I lived in with my sister. It was always sunny and bright. And I do remember my mom discovering us later on, but I don't know what happened after that.

I woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning because of this dream. Maybe the thought of the AP Calculus Exam was haunting me.

And I'm really hoping this website doesn't die, even after 20 years.

Do you hate Miley Cyrus?

I do. Or at least I thought I did.

For the past few weeks, I've been seeing covers of Miley Cyrus' The Climb. I actually never watched any of the covers. I just knew they were there.

Then, just out of curiosity, I decided to listen to the real thing.

And let me tell you, I hated Miley Cyrus. She was an overblown pop star with no real talent. She was fake, she was a drama queen, she was a brat, she was a celebrity. I hated her just for that.

When I listened to The Climb, I broke out in tears. I literally, broke out in tears. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. All the emotions I held in were put into a song, and the lyrics fit into my life like a puzzle. Such a strong gush of feelings flooded out. How did she do that? I don't know.

It's a beautiful song though.

P.S. I hope nobody I know in real life reads this...