A fence

I have been fencing out almost everyone I met, mostly because I was fenced in by my parents for such a long time that I have no idea how to talk to anyone, especially strangers. Also because the first time I let this one person into my fence, our friendship ended within months. I used to put all my trust in this person, I told him secrets I never dare tell anyone, even my sister. After a few months I had already sensed that something is going wrong in our friendship, yet I refused to believe it, and keep trying to fence him in by letting him do whatever he wanted to me. Although we eventually lost touch, what he did has already made me decided to set my fence up higher. Then one or two years later, I met another person, whom I tried to let him into my fence, he ended up spilling the secret to the person I told him not to tell. His apologize wasn’t sincere either, and I was so close to forgiving him after I lashed out my anger on him......

Besides strangers and most people I have encountered, I have also been fencing my family out. Mostly because I have seen my whole family’s (including my uncles’ and aunts’) relationships with one another fallen apart because we’ve spent too much time together. Before we found our own apartment, we lived at our oldest uncle’s house. Maybe because we hardly see each other before, our living habits are complete different from each other. My uncle’s wife and my father clashed on the smallest things, and after we moved out eventually, my father and uncle rarely talk to each other anymore. Or when my father and another uncle decided to buy their own house together, more and more arguments occurred as they discussed about the budget problems. Now we hardly ever celebrate any festivals together anymore, or even see each other anymore (while my uncle lives upstairs).

After seeing and going through so much trouble all because one started to ‘get closer’ to someone, or being let down by the people you trusted, I’ve come to realized that the more you try to keep someone close, you’ll see more of a different side of them, a side that is best remain unknown.

[CE] The Hong Kong Education System

There is another article that I have read that is about similar obstacles that gifted students have to overcome, however the other article is written is Chinese, so I posted this article instead, but this article focused on ethnic minority gifted students’ troubles.

The article is about a 12 year old Indian boy Singh, who has been constantly ordered by his teachers to stand outside the classroom because Singh asked too many questions.

‘His later primary school studies were suspended when he was in Grade 5, while attending an international school.

He was told that the school could not upgrade him, and that he should instead go to a gifted school. ‘

When Singh approached a Secondary school and took a form-three examination as recommended by the Education Bureau (EDB), he was told that he failed the test, however the scores were not shown. But within three months after Singh was rejected by the school, he took the International General Certificate of Secondary Education and his results showed that his ability to be educated at the university level.
The schools that EDB offered for Singh are either ordinary ethnic minority schools, Singh’s family were shocked when they learned there was a list of schools offering gifted development programs for primary or secondary students, including some English-as-a-medium-of-instruction schools, which the EDB has never broached.

I feel bad for the boy, while the Hong Kong educational system is fucked up by making students and parents stress over almost everything. The government had to made things worse by trying to forced the ‘traditional’ Chinese teaching on the new generations, who apparently have responded to the teaching by ignoring.

note to self: I think I went a little overboard over the boy when that was not what I really want to express over the article.

[FP] I love my family

I swear when I’m 18, I’m going to move out of this miserable place. I hate how my parents always try to guess the motivation of me doing something they don’t like (like having 4 ear piercings instead of two), they always think I’m doing this because I want to rebel against them. I hate their unrealistic expectations of me. It’s not that I don’t understand their struggling and pain of immigrating here to America, but does he have to include that part whenever he gives me a lecture? Somehow the fucking drama of how my parents and my uncle’s family broke up relations is always included in the lecture.

Or since I am the oldest, I’ll be expected to be the role model of my already corrupted siblings. They always expect me to be the loving sister, or the friendly sister, who cares for her brother and sister more than herself. Well I refuse to do that anymore, the more I helped them the more they relied on me and lose their independence. The worst part is now my brother and sister thinks I’m some kind of douche bag and they can blame everything on me. They’re the victims no matter what. My parents didn’t even realize that, they still think my brother and sisters are perfect little angels.
The worst part of this family is my parents love to make up crap, like how I lied to them all the time or I have been taking my anger out on my sister since she was born. I give up,

I’m tired of all this fucking drama and accusing. They want to see rebellious? I’ll show them.

[CE] Abortions

This article talks about a group that has turned in its initial signatures to begin a petition drive to enshrine in the Ohio Constitution an amendment saying that life begins at conception.

“The amendment would define a person to “apply to every human at every stage of the biological development ... including fertilization.”

says the director of the movement, Dr. Patrick Johnson.

Recently other anti-abortion moves are not as far-reaching. The Heartbeat Bill is being debated in the legislature that would outlaw abortion if a beating heart is detectable.
The author than offers a quote of an opposing perspective:

“We could be looking at government investigations into miscarriages,” she said. “It does nothing to prevent unwanted pregnancies; in fact, it does the exact opposite.”

Says Kellie Copeland, executive director of NARAL Pro-Choice Ohio.

I have never been a big fan of babies, whenever they started crying, I always feel like shoving something straight into their mouths just to get some peace and quiet back. However I still believe that whether the infant should survive is not our place to determinate. I’m sure that though not all women who seek abortion are in difficult situations where they could not afford to raise the baby well, or they already know that the baby they’re carrying have a serious disease, that after the baby is born, the medical expenses is too big a burden. There are women who choose to have an abortion simply because they view the baby as an excess package that will become their obstacle to their pursue of happiness and love in life.

I know this is a current events post, but I can’t resist putting this video here. The song of the name means ‘blood clot’ in Japanese, and the song is about a mother’s pain and sadness because the embryo has died in her womb. I somehow think that it’s related to this post. :\

[FP] Friends

To whom it might concern,

Our AP Statistics class made an analyzed of your caramel-filled Ghirardelli chocolate hearts. Your company advertises the chocolates with the foil weigh approximately 8 grams individually. However, some consumers may think that your advertised weight is incorrect and the company does not meet the truth in advertising laws. Our class conducted an experiment using your caramel-filled chocolate hearts as samples, we have three samples:  32 groups of five and two separate samples of 32 individual chocolates. Each sample would contain independent chocolates and no chocolate has been recorded in more than one sample.
           
            Our first sample is distribution of the individual chocolates. Our study concludes the mean weight to be approximately 8.3136 g with standard deviation .5449 g and ranges from 7g to 9.2g. The box plot shows left skewed association and has a median at 8.4. However, the box plot has no outliers and is large enough to use the Central Limits Theorem to assume the sample chocolate hearts come from a Normal population.

To find the true mean weight of the chocolates, we use the 95% confidence interval equation for 1 mean test of significance of 5%.

   =  = 8.1909, 8.4463

Therefore we are 95% confidence that the true mean weight of the chocolate should be between 8.1909 grams to 8.4463 grams.

 

-3.232 =         

-.2188= 8.3136

 = 41.0213

With foil paper, the advertised weight of the Ghirardeli chocolate heart should be 8.0948g to meet the truth in advertising laws. There should be no more than one of every thousand less than 8.0948g.

            The next sample contains groups of chocolate hearts in 5. The data has a mean weight of 41.6906 grams with standard deviation of 1.1713 g, ranges from 39.2g to 45.6g. This sample is also slightly skewed to the left with two outliers, the median is at 41.5. As the sample size is also large enough to use the Central limits Theorem, we can also assume that the sample chocolate hearts come from a Normal distribution.

To find the true mean weight of five chocolate hearts’ weight, we will also use the 95% confidence interval equation for 1 mean.

 =  = 41.2848, 42.0964

The true mean weight of five chocolate hearts is between 41.2848and 42.0964.

-3.232 =      

-.6693=  

 = 41.0213

With foil paper, the advertised weight of the groups of five Ghirardeli chocolate heart should be 41.0213g to meet the truth in advertising laws. There should be no more than one of every thousand less than 41.0213g.

No more than one out of every thousand package of five hearts should be under 41.0213g, the advertised weight.

Thank you for your patient.

[ME] Going For The Look

Although it is undeniable that the majority of human beings favor beautiful things; one typical conflict that always occurs is when one finds this and that attractive while the other disagrees, is there an exact policy to judge the beauty of all things? Cohen's argument cast a supporting vote towards the “classic American” hiring methods of Abercrombie, an uprising clothing retail superstar which most American teens love and desire. Elizabeth Nill, a sophomore at Northwestern University, were spotted three times by Abercrombie's managers and offered her a job as a clerk. To the company, a sales clerk is actually the brand representative and his or her duty is to project the brand and themselves with energy and enthusiasm so it will capture the customers' awareness to the brand. Ms. Nill stands 5-foot-6-inches tall and has long blond hair. “She looks hip, in fact, she looks like she just walked out of the Abercrombie & Fitch catalog.”- described by Steven Greenhouse, author of this article.

With people appreciating and acknowledging your looks and appearance is definitely an honor that one should be proud of, you don't know how many people went to that store because of the blond, blue-eyed and preppy model on the catalog. The shirt itself looks...alright just by itself sitting on the table, but once it was placed on the sexy model, even a plain white t-shirt would look amazingly exquisite. Hiring by looks is no news in the retail industry but the real question is: Is the “classic American” look really considered by public to be the most lucrative advertisement? Does everybody in the whole wide world adore the “classic American” look? I found this sales act rather short sighted and straight up racist. This boasting American pride that that Abercrombie has eliminated other races' charm by praising themselves to such a high point they had gone blind. It is completely arguable for they can only set their target on white Americans but not the other races. If the company is really ‘hiring for the look’, shouldn’t they also hire applied candidates of different ethnicity, since “Classic Americans’ are not the winners of every worldwide beauty contest?

[RP] Walking in the Dark

I enjoy of having my headphones on and walk around at the darkness…but this is what I love to do…I like the feeling of being in my own little world, have my music on... When it gets down to the dark and where there's only me on the street, I can do stuff that I want and no one else can see me. Another thing that I like is to enjoy the beauty of the stars and moon as I walk. You can probably found it really cool and it's so quiet around that you can be looking at a such amazed view by yourself.

I saw this on Ming’s post and thought that I would want do a response post on this. Like Ming, I also like walking in the dark. Before our family moved to America, we lived in a city where the brightness never dies -even at night. Numerous of tall buildings and almost everyone (except for housewives, elders and children) that prefers to hang out at anywhere help keeping the city crowded and alive at night.  Since everywhere is bright and peoples everywhere, it is almost impossible to have any experience of strolling in the dark, unless that place is far too isolated from the city for anyone to go there.   

Now that we moved here to Alameda, the nights here are so quiet that I can actually hear others’ conversations even in my own house on the second floor. Although I enjoy walking home with my friends, I also love moments where I walk home alone with my headphones on.  I get to listen to any music I want, no need to be afraid of others that would criticize my taste in music. I can hum along to the songs and sing one or two lines of the lyrics that I remember , no need to worry about my sister’s staring. I can even do all sorts of weird body movement, because I have the darkness as my invisibility cloak, where no one can see me clearly unless they have a flashlight. The darkness is one of the few places that I can be the real me, where my only audience is the shadows of the whatevers on the pavement.

[FP] Pieces

Since I was a child, my parents always taught me and my sister that we are a family, and we are suppose to love each other like we love ourselves. My father would always use him and his brothers and sister as an example, that even though they live thousands of kilometers apart, they still share a very strong bond. I had always believed that I was very lucky to a part of a family that are close to each other, and would help each other at any cost. However, in reality my family (I couldn’t say much about my father as I do not know all of the details) is a bunch of money-loving, selfish people.

I’d never even thought of my family that way before we all immigrated to America-I was too young and immature to notice. When we first came here we have no house to live in nor have a car to travel around or a job, and we to depend heavily on my uncle. His wife wasn’t too happy with this; she thought we’re taking advantage of them. She brainwashed my uncle day and night on this and finally my uncle in her. My father and uncle got in a huge fight, and we moved out shortly afterwards. This was only the beginning, not after long all of my uncles, aunts and my father turned against each other, each thinking that they have been taken advantage by the other.

Remembering that my father once boasted to us about his close bonds with his siblings, we all thought that they would soon make up and everything would be back to normal; however after one day my father came home looking angry and upset. Though we lived in separate cities I remembered that my family loved gathering with one another to celebrate various holidays: Christmases, New years, birthdays and even other random holidays-Buddha’s Birthday and others; now we live two blocks apart and barely even see each other. To make the situation worse, my other uncle had to come out at this moment and pointed his finger at my father saying that we always had him to pay the bills every time we went out for dinner. Apparently my uncle has forgotten how he rushed to pay the bills before my father but anyways, their strong relationship has crumbled down, yay.

Even though my family is now tearing apart, I still think that a huge chunk of my happiness came from them; there isn’t a single day I wouldn’t think about the moments we enjoyed and celebrated with one other. Knowing that we’ll be moving into the same house soon, I really look forward to making up with my family once again; even I know that would be impossible.

[RP] Piano teachers

Baha. Even though I have already done response posts on my friend Angela aka ero jiji's already, the topic of one of her posts still caught my attention.

This quote is taken from her post “Piano”:

When I saw those people who plays perfectly in the video, god knows how much I want a piano and how much I want to play that well…I used to lose my interest on piano because the day-after-day practices frustrated me.

I agreed with her so badly. Like Angela, I have been learning to play the piano since I was a kid. In Hong Kong, the city that I grew up in; piano has been one of the most learned instruments by most children in my generation. In order to be accepted by a good school, one must actively participate in multiple extra curricular activities and is able to play at least one instrument. When I first started learning the piano, I had the worst teacher ever. She hit my fingers with a pen (yes it hurt) and yelled at me whenever I played something wrong or couldn’t follow the beat. She was the reason why I started to hate this instrument that I once loved. I was stuck with this woman for six miserable years, and I only continued playing the piano just so I can have more to put on my resume for a good school. Even if I switched to another piano teacher, she gave up on me once she heard how terrible I played.

However, the situation changed when I was twelve, when my second piano teacher had a stroke and her daughter became my new piano teacher. Her daughter was different them my previous teachers, she was young and pretty and nice and patient, she is the big sister I’d longed for. She didn’t mind listening to my crappy piano playing, and encouraged me every time I got discouraged. I felt my passion for piano rose again, my playing improved, and piano practices felt less painful. Her care for me paid off, for my level six exam of the Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music, I received my highest score ever, with a pass of distinction.

[BC] UC prompt #1/2 take two

When I was a child, I love reading joke books. There was one section in the books I found particularly interesting; it is how movies’ names are being translated. The names are being literally translated, and the original meaning of the movie is lost. I find it sad as most the hidden theme of the movie always lies within the movie title, the badly translated movie titles has lost the movie’s meaning.

I came from a traditional Chinese family where parents would hold high expectations and enforce strict family rules. When I was growing up in Hong Kong, my parents hardly ever let me out of the house unless I have to go to school or piano classes. Even if I have a chance to go over to my friends’ houses, it is for doing school-related projects only. I had no social life at all, and maintain a weak friendship with my peers. At that time my biggest entertainment is reading or watching Saturday cartoons on the English channels; almost all of my knowledge came from books and dramas.

My family moved to America when I was thirteen years old, by then my parents had finally decided that I am old enough to hang out with others. But after years of being isolated from people my age, I found it difficult to have a normal conversation with any new people I met in middle school. To make my situation worse, they speak another language than I do. Although my English was already fluent enough to be placed in a regular English class, I knew I can never express myself fully with another language. This made me depressed for a while as I had longed to make friends with my new classmates, but language barriers and cultural differences made it difficult to meet someone who is patient enough to listen to my broken English. When I enrolled into high school, the school counselor mistakenly assigned me into a French class when I signed up for Spanish one. I didn’t know that I could switch classes then, therefore I decided to stick with French and see how the class will be. I was curious; when I was studying in Hong Kong I had never learnt a completely new language. I have learned Mandarin, but the words I read are still the same as Cantonese, only the pronunciation of the words is different. Although some French vocabularies have similarities with English words, the grammar and sentence rules are completely different. The first day in class was challenging; we started by learning the French words for stationeries and classroom supplies. I was already lost and confused when the teacher, Mr. Meyers started introducing himself in French. Luckily he then repeated his introduction in English and told us his own rocky start when he first learns French. Turned out that Mr. Meyers has discovered his passion for French after he got into college; his French only got better and more fluent because of continued practices. As I spent more time and effort studying for that class, I found that I could understand basic short French conversations.

note to self: obviously this is still far too crappy, must answer prompt questions in a less bs-ing way

[FP] Friends

Yesterday before lunch when I was walking with my friend; we began to talk about the differences between ‘good friends’ and ‘important friends.’ According to him, good friends are friends that you have a couple of common interests, that you want to be nice to and they will have your back most of the time. Occasionally, we can even trade secrets and gossip about our other friends. As for important friends, there’s already a trust built between you and them. They’re someone that you can ‘give your back to’ because you know that they will never backstab you. You still share some interests, but you won’t have to talk all the time when they’re around-being with them is already enough. Without them life will be even more miserable than it already is. He told me that both types of friends are hard to distinguish and as we were about to go more in depth of this topic, we reached his house and the conversation was dropped.

But while I walked home that evening, with headphones on and hurrying home because it already passed my curfew, my mind started wandering as usual and the conversation we had this afternoon popped up. I began to think of the friends that I have right now, and how we normally treat each other. Although we exchange ideas and have a chance to promote mutual understanding with one another, will our friendship slowly fades away after we each go our separate ways when high school ends, that’s something I would never want to find out.

[CE]Texas Inmate Ate Last Meal Before Learning He Wouldn't Die

"Convicted murderer Duane Buck had already eaten a humongous-looking last meal before learning that he was temporarily spared a lethal injection. "

It was a pretty short article; about an inmate who found out that he was temporarily spared a lethal injection after he ate his last dinner. The Supreme Court halted the execution as the 1997 trial was found to be ‘unconstitutionally tainted by improper racial testimony.’ I found the article interesting, especially the inmate’s reaction after he found out that he wouldn’t die: he praised the Lord. He showed his gratitude even it was only a temporary reprieve.
I admired his attitude after he found out after he could live longer, even just for a short while. It is scary to know when you will die while you can do nothing to stop dying.  If I was the inmate, I would probably be relieved that I could live longer yet I would definitely cursed the judge for making me live in the same fear again for who knows how long.

http://news.yahoo.com/texas-inmate-ate-last-meal-learning-wouldnt-die-125535776.html

[FP] Crappy presents

I hate buying presents for people, mainly because I can never make up my mind on what to give them. When I was young, I read from picture books that almost every child buys their dad ties and make them a card for Fathers’ Day. However my dad never wears a suit unless he has to go to a wedding. I know my dad loves Gundam Seed models, but there are too many seasons of Gundam. Almost all the models look alike, I didn’t know which model my dad likes the most and can’t even tell them apart. At that time I didn’t know that I could research the information online. So I gave up on buying him a gift and decided to try and make him a card, I never realized how crappy my drawing actually is until I really start to draw. I know that it’s the thought that counts, but I want the card to be perfect when I give it to my dad. So I redrew and redrew the card and eventually Fathers’ Day has passed before I have lost my opportunity to show my appreciation towards my father. When it comes to buying presents for my friends, I completely screwed up too. I know what they like, but I never know where to buy them. Also I always felt that I still have plenty of time left to buy the present on eBay or online shops. Then when it’s about two days before their birthdays, I would realize that there is no way the present could be shipped here on time. Then I would have to hurry to the nearest shop and buy something random, or chip in with my other friends. I often feel bad when I gave them the present because I know that I could give them a nicer present that they would actually like instead of the crappy one they received, if I wasn’t so damn lazy then.

[RP] Difficult bonding

“I mean do you really like seeing your teacher every day? Or do you like seeing the same kids in your class every day.”

I saw this on Jazmin’s blog and decided to do a response blog on this. Like most students in Alameda High, I’m glad that block schedule finally starts; having to turn in assignments the very next day is a huge amount of work, even if I’m only taking five classes. And true, not every teacher you have are the nicest ones either, seeing them everyday definitely will be a pain in the ass. However I disagreed on the ‘not wanting to see the same kids’ part. I understand that seeing the same person every day can be boring, but it also gives a chance to actually bond with the other classmates, and not just friends.

Even though I have been studying in America for four years, I’m still not used to switching classrooms every period. Sure I get to see and know more people, but I missed the way my old school has been- same people and classrooms for all periods. Spending almost eight hours a day with the same people at the same place, it’s natural that everyone will start befriending with each other.  Here in Alameda High, I found that it is almost difficult to get to really know a person. People here grew up together and have already known each other for a long time. They already have their own group of friends they preferred to hang out with. Being an outsider who transferred to Alameda High in my sophomore year, whenever it comes to group projects, where it is obivous that I will be doing my work solo again, I would very much like to shoot myself.

[BC] it's still pieces here and there

I lived in Hong Kong for thirteen years before moving to America. The first difference I’ve noticed is the most obvious-the spoken language. Since my family cannot speak English well, I have to be the family translator.

Every summer my church holds a Cantonese summer camp for middle school kids, and this year, the group leaders decided to ask the helpers to help translate a movie instead of putting up a skit like the last year. It wasn’t such a great movie, but since me and my friend were the only ones that can type Chinese and are not as busy as the other helpers, we helped. My job is to translate the middle twenty minutes of the movie. Translating is a painful process; turns out that even you know the language and has spoken it fluently doesn’t mean you can find the exact word that can describe the situation accurately. Plus the strange accent the characters have doesn’t help either. I have to replay and replay the same scene over and over just to catch that one sentence.  I struggled and through my friend’s help and online dictionary, the translation came out great.    

I grew up in a traditional Chinese family where parents lower their expectations every time you move up to another school. Since I was a child I’ve been into reading, my mother would carry a big bag to the library once a week, and come back with stacks of books. I remembered how I pawned through the books, and reading off the summary on the back just to decide which one I would start with. When it comes to reading fiction, I can always remember almost everything that happened.  As I grown up I began to borrow books on my own, and I became devoted to mystery novels. My favorite characters are Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot. I didn’t have the ability to fully understand the English version yet, so I read the translated novels. I was not only fascinated by the story plot, I was also attracted by the words. The words translated were different from Chinese novels, somehow to me they are more formal, just complete different. I enjoyed

The friend I mentioned in the previous paragraph is a big fan of Japanese culture. She loves anime and manga, and Japanese rock music. In fact she learned the language herself, now she can have a normal conversation with any Japanese-speaking individual, also read the Japanese dialogues in her PSP game. Influenced by her, I also developed an interest in Japanese literature, even though I can only understand the stories’ summary by translation. Most of the Chinese translation groups are professional, and whenever I see my friend and the translated dramas and everything, I would remember the year when I first started learning French, I met a French three student sitting at the hallway reading a TinTin comic book, in French. I was jealous. I knew that tin TinTin was originally written in French, and at that

That's all i have D:

The unsung heroes of 911

I have done many news articles for various classes, and no matter how hard I tried, they always look like crap. Hopefully this one would be ok. My government teacher told my class today about some of the aftereffects that rescue workers suffer. Rescue workers such as police and firefighters, and even the clean up workers have breathed in huge smoke and dirt into their lungs. The workers have labored in the site for weeks without any protection, and they are now suffering lung related diseases. These people can no longer work because of their illness and they also felt forgotten by the New York City.

I feel really bad for the people. Not because of their illness or lost of jobs, actually I do, but not as much as the following fact that they put so much hard work into saving people in the Twin Towers and cleaning up the site afterwards, in the end their work was not appreciated, at all. Those people has risked their lives working, the police have rushed to the scene after the first plane crashed, and many of them lost their lives because of it.   Even the government didn’t acknowledge the workers’ hard work, they were denied healthcare and those who are granted healthcare have to have a background check on terrorist database. It is weird how the government treats the rescue workers.

Goodbye summer 2011

‘My summer passed by so fast. I couldn’t get a chance to fully enjoy it’ this quote was written by one of my friend Angela aka ero jiji. I couldn’t agree more with her. I wish that time could just stop, and I am still the untroubled teen girl who doesn’t have to worry about college and future stuff, yet.

Before the beginning of summer, I’d thought of all sorts of plans and things that I would do, and how I would change myself, outside and inside through. So that when I returned to Alameda High School, I would be a more mature person, and senior. And as usual, my ‘plans’ never worked the way I wanted, or planned. I planned to start my summer by waking up early, like at 10am or 9am at least; but instead I stayed up the whole night before playing computer games, and woke on at 6pm on the second day. Not much of an improvement. So I decided to try again the next day. Plan failed. The same thing happened again and again. Before I knew it, college classes have started and I spent two months sleeping in that class at day and staying up late to finish the piles of essays. That’s pretty much how my summer went. Eat. Sleep. Hang Out. Repeat. So much for wanting to ‘improve’ my laziness.

But fully enjoying summer…hmmm I would still say I really enjoyed it, I got to know my friends more as we spent our time together. Discovering a new side of someone you thought you know and understand well enough, that does not happen often.

Hello Hi

Since this is a free post, I guess I’m free to write whatever I want? This time I’ll write a little bit about myself. I have a younger sister who is a sophomore here in Alameda High and she is obsessed with track and Kpop. One thing I hate about her is the fact that she’s taller then me. But we’re still ok with each other. I also have a younger brother who has a triangle-shaped head. He’s still ten and not taller than me yet. Heh.

This is not my first time to write a blog. A few years ago my friends in Hong Kong asked me to open a blog and write about my everyday life. I think I opened my blog at Yahoo’s, I didn’t even know why, none of my friends use it. They all preferred Xanga, sob. I tried writing two blogs and then I gave up. It’s really difficult for me to write about a specific thing that happened on that day. Since I’ve only arrived at America for a month, everything is new to me. Also I didn’t really have the patience to sit in front of the computer typing, or searching for a word that I want to use. At that time I would much rather play online games with my cousin. Another reason why I quitted blogging is because I find that it is extremely hard to express myself the way I want, or I always can’t find the exact word I want. I’m not good with writing or even saying how I feel.