Comeback.

Oooooookaaaaay. There's honestly no one who views my blog anyway, I might as well put it down BUT I'm not going to, just because I like taking up space on the internet.

But I'm making a comeback, huh? Of some sort...

I'm just here to say that I'm drawing a comic on Naver... Not officially, though. 도전만화" is what they call it.

lol wut bye

Names

I need a name.

That's right.

You read that right.

I need help naming one of my characters.

Actually, two.

1. She's a very shy person, very small, and has brown hair. She has big brown eyes, and is very soft-spoken, very quiet, and very gentle. She is also a deer hybrid. She is best at outdoor studies and writing.

2. She is friends with Andy, the panda hybrid. She lives very close to him. She has a very strong personality; she gets along with boys better than girls. More often than not, her personality and choices lead her to trouble. She sulks a lot, but quickly recovers from it and rises instantly like a phoenix. Her hair is a dark brown, and her eyes are brown as well. She is human, by the way.

Can you guys please help me..? ;A; I really need help...

Intro to the comic I'm making

I wanted to be a hero.

You see, we all have potential to become a hero. Or a villain, if you are evil. I know, you might be thinking that I'm talking bull, but I'm not. At least, where I live, it's not. We all have very special abilities, hidden deep within our truest selves. Some of us have not-so-very-unique abilities, like "can haul a sack of potatoes (only potatoes) amazingly well" or "can walk without ever tripping". I mean, the latter one might be useful in everyday life, but when you have your hopes up on becoming a hero, you don't exactly dream for that kind of ability. 

And the thing is, we all have an ability, whether completely useless or that worthy of a hero, 
but not everyone can use it.
I mean, if "fate", "luck", and "the future" were your three best friends, then you'd probably have a great head start on using your ability. First of all, you need to awaken your aura. And to do that, this crazy system inside you requires a thing, an achievement. It really depends on the person's sheer luck. Some might get their auras naturally, but they have requirements, too. Although that requirement could be something that is achieved easily, such as "being born" or "taking first breath". Turns out, mine was to "have 16th birthday". Whoop-dee-doo. I got my ability as my 16th birthday present.
Wait.

I forgot something.

I forgot to mention that you also need the right environment for you ability to even show. For instance, let's say that there's a man in Cuba, who has the amazing ability to grow olive trees. But think about it. The chance of that man getting his hands on an olive tree seed is very small, unless he is a very avid gardener, or a big fan of olives.

And yes.

Turns out that my ability is completely useless.

It's healing. I can't even heal myself, which might come in handy if I was a hero. I could almost be invincible. But no. Healing doesn't allow you to heal yourself. You can only do it for the good of others. And you're probably thinking, "Wow. What a great ability. You should use it to help the kids in Africa!" Oh my god. First of all, it's a very common ability. One out of a few hundred people have this ability. There's a small chance that even you have healing as your ability. Second, you're nuts. I can't go help people in Africa who are dying of sick diseases. My ability has a limit. I can't go around the world like a magic rainbow princess fairy that goes around at night and sprinkles pink magic dust over your boo-boo and the next morning you'll be all right. I'd kill myself by doing that. Maybe I will be able to, when I have much more time to train, probably when I'm old and gray, but not now. I'm in high school, and I just got my ability!

It's all about correct punctuation

So a few days ago, my English teacher was teaching us English. (obviously)

She gave us this sentence to correct;

You write a pen.

I corrected it like

You write, "a pen".

Now, I expected at least three different answers, like

You! Write "a pen"! (Imperative sentence)

but everyone except me wrote

You write with a pen.

And I thought, 

"Wow. The power of Korean schools. Where they kill your creativity so mercilessly that you don't have any variation in correcting a sentence."

Honestly. This is just crazy.

Making a comic..?

So... I'm thinking of making a comic. (or die trying!) 

And here is one of my characters- Andy!

I'll be uploading more of my characters later on, and I'll need help naming them, too!

I mean... if you'd be willing to help me... ;A;

Made with SAI.

Image drawn by me.

Silly...

I just love these things

My phone

I have strange obsessions over things, which I find slightly silly. The first one is my old phone. I used love this phone, as I still do now. It is nearly- no, completely useless now, since it doesn't even turn on. It was a free phone, but I absolutely loved it. It could do almost anything; it could call, it could text, and listen to music. I texted my friends for hours and hours each day, from morning to night. I really miss my phone, and I wish I had this phone instead of my current phone.

Mockingjay pin

The next thing I love is my Mockingjay pin. I got this pin in Seventh grade, when the book "Mockingjay" first came out, and the Hunger Games Trilogy finally ended. I even made a role-play blog because I adored the hunger games. So this made me fangirl over this pin for days. I still love it, but I don't carry it around with me anymore.

The last thing I love is a rubber duck. Okay, just to clear things up, I cannot take baths anymore, because my apartment has a shower stall, and it's virtually impossible to take a bath in a shower stall. By the way, I did not play with rubber ducks when I was little. And this rubber duck is very special to me, because one of my friends gave this to me when I left Virginia. If the person who gave me the duck gave this to me is reading this, please don't be sad, but honestly, it still puzzles me today why you gave this to me. By the way, the eyes were a bit creepy, so I repainted them. Anyhow, I love this duck, and it's currently right beside my bedroom table when I sleep, so that it's the first thing I see and you're the first thought in my mind each day. A day never goes without the thought of you. Addressing this to you, my friend, I miss you like crazy.



SUCH NOSTALGIA~~~ *cries*

Just a random GIF

I totally agree... TOP hyung is the best!

 a...and everyone else too!! ^^

Sorry Guys...

Hey Guys!

I'm so very sorry that I haven't been updating my blog, although I made a promise in the last post! So I must apologize. But I will now, once again, because this week was sort of hard for me to post because I had too much school and homework.

I know it's like, 2 weeks late, but thanks to everyone at GLPS for the great times!!

And thanks to you!!

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Guys if you have a nice site or your blog that you want people to go to, tell me the URL address and I will advertise it for you!

 

Hugs for everybody~ And happy independence day, Korea!

355 VIEWS!

GUYS!!! 355 VIEWS!!

Thank you, everyone who viewed this blog! I will try my best to keep making posts!

Reflective essay

When I first watched this video, I thought that this old guy was one of nostalgia people in America, which really annoyed me. It is one of my pet peeves if people keep looking back into the past. And besides, I thought that he didn't have any right to say that America isn't the best country in the world, since lots of people have their own opinion on that. But the more time I gave to thinking about it, I realized that this guy was right. I realized that America wasn't all that great to some people. America might have been this great nation a few decades ago, but now, even its citizens frown upon it. Even though I love America because of my friends and Chipotle, this speech really affected me because he was telling the truth, the hidden truth that most of us can't see- no, refuse to see- just like the title of this three minute video.

The first reason of why this video stands true is of music. A lot of people in the U.S. are growing up with extremely bad taste in music, because the producers and mostly the singers are like freaks. Especially the rappers. I won't judge them since I cannot rap or sing better than them yet, but they are ruining the reputation of America and staining the mark of music. I'm not being a nostalgia-obsessed person, but I have to admit, music before was better. There are still the shining stars among the black holes, but it isn't what it used to be.

The second reason is the children of America. The children of America think that they don't have enough, enough fun and games. They have iPhones and all kinds of things that we didn't have when we were little children. We had Pokemon cards and action figures, for the sake of humanity. They use bad words that I won't post here. They say that in kindergarten! I thought stupid was a bad word, in fact, the worst word in the history of existence in second grade. They are just messed up these days.

The final reason is that about love. I personally know a lot of people who change their boyfriends and girlfriends every few weeks. "All they want are touches,"- a real quote from my friend, and I know it's inappropriate, but it's true. Most of the un-devoted people do.  We live in a world where we throw away things when they break. When our hearts break, when they shatter into million pieces. We don't try to fix it. We think that we can't fix it. That's why the world's so full of hate and detest. Many people forgot how to forgive. How to fix your heart. Our hearts are not what it used to be. It is a heart of stone; unopened to the possibilities that lie just beyond the horizon.

Chain Essay

John was unique. He stood out among the other penguins, because all of his friends were black, but John was yellow. However, John had a good friend who was named Krystof. Krystof also stood out because he was an albino penguin. One day, they met an octopus named Victor in the deep blue sea. Victor was evil, so he caught the two penguins and trapped them in his secret underwater cave, where he had other pet penguins. Then suddenly, Chuck Norris, riding a rainbow unicorn, burst into the secret underwater cave, magically killing Victor with his gaze.

 John looked at him, still trapped and waiting for Chuck Norris to save him; Victor's body was on the ground, and Chuck Norris was staring at him, smiling. John and Krystof shouted at him to rescue them, but Chuck Norris,

not removing his pedophilliac gaze, walked over to the entrance of the cave. He punched the wall of the cave, puncturing a giant hole. Water started rushing into the cave.

When John tried to escape, his flippers got stuck on Chuck's toenail. This amazing discovery of Chuck's animal abuse was reported on the New York Times, the article by Bo Ferris. It was a strange expereince for the reporter too.

Soon, John and Norris became the major issue of the week and reporters tried to have an interview with them, but they refused to take it. So BBC paid them a billion dollars for the interview.

Soon, the most significant and honorable king of all the penguins had been appeared in front of John and Norris, whose name was Paul. He was the most powerful king of all the countries. Today, he doesn't look so good

because he had a big fight with the queen. Actually, his fighting with the queen is natural because he hates the queen.

Then John fell in love with the queen and they got married. The queen betrayed the king. The king got mad and killed John, but magically, John came back to life and ran away with the queen. They had eighty-four children. The queen died from too many babies.

John gave up his life for the queen to come back to life. God saw his good means, and found that it was too sad and too cruel to make him die, so God let both the queen and John survive. They lived happily ever after.

 

My Reaction to KONY 2012

KONY 2012 AUGMENTATIVE ESSAY 

I am known for my emotionless poker face and seemingly unimpressed expression. My reputation for my blank face did not change when I saw the KONY 2012 video, although I must admit, I saw the videos and pictures that criticized KONY first on many sites, such as 9gag and Facebook. I have to say that I had a hard time deciding on whether KONY was a big fraud or not, since both sides were so persuasive. I decided that I am not completely for it nor against it, although I am mostly on the "against KONY" side. It persuaded me for three main reasons; only part of the money donated to "Invisible Children", the group founded by Jason Russell, the person who made KONY famous, and that the group is supportive of a direct military intervention. But the most shocking thing for me is that most people- so called "activists"- don't really know much about the cause and are just jumping on the bandwagon. I won't (and can't) deny Joesph Kony is a bad guy, a terrible criminal, but instead, I'm simply saying that KONY 2012 is a big fraud, and that one should not believe whatever they hear or see.

I believed in KONY a bit when I first saw it, despite all the demotivational posters and criticism it got, but unlike some people, I didn't believe it all the way. I did some research before getting heated up on the issue, and found that only 31% actually go to the real cause. This is because the group, "Invisible Children" uses it for other uses. Other uses that include but are not limited to; lining the pockets of the three people in charge of the operation, pay for their traveling expenses, and funds their film-making business. Although 31% is actually a quite big sum of money, considering a lot of people have donated, but there are so many other way to help them more directly and more efficiently, such as donating to organizations such as "Save the Children", or "Doctors Without Borders" etc. They should be true to what they stated in the video.

The second reason is that KONY 2012 is in favor of a direct military intervention. I do not support this, because the U.S. is already involved. Not only that, Kony is already pushed out of Uganda. I believe this is something like the 9/11 event, when people demanded troops sent to Iraq. This eventually turned into a war for oil, not to fight terrorism.

The final reason is that most people don't really know anything about the cause, and they just jump in the bandwagon because of two reasons; their friends are doing it, or they really just believe whatever YouTube tells them. For their information, there are not thousands of children in his resistance army, but in fact, there are only 250 soldiers. (in March of 2012) Also, to get to Kony, you'd have to kill some of his army, which includes children. Kony was not active in Uganda for six years, and is instead active in other surrounding countries. Additionally, I really don't think that forwarding a video makes one an activist. Before one believes information provided by YouTube or such and getting swept up by a new trend or fad, they should at least research a bit.

 

Four Things I Absolutely Love

There are four major things that I just love.

1. Music. I simply love music, almost any genre. I will listen to classical music to heavy metal. Also, I will (most of the time) discriminate individual singers, but Rebecca Black and Justin Beiber I just cannot stand. I love K-Pop, classical, pop, and rock the most. I adore BIGBANG, SHINee, Maroon5, Owl City, Linkin Park, and Kim Jong Guk. I don't listen to songs sung by girls very much. My favorite composers are along the line of 권지용 (Better known by G-dragon of BIGBANG), Eminem, Mozart, Dvorak, Beethoven, and so forth.

I have a special adoration of 김종국(Kim Jong Guk) because I fell in love with his songs ever since I heard the song "Lovely (사랑스러워)" in 3rd grade. And ever since then, I have been a steady fan of him. He has an amazing voice and great songs, in my opinion. He sings different varieties of songs, too, ranging from love ballads to dance.
My love and passion for classical music is very recent. It all started three or four years ago when I first started my first instrument, aside from the recorder. It was the flute. The first year was terrible; it was pain itself. I hated flute so much in fifth grade. In middle school, however, I auditioned to join the school band. Some say I have the luck of the devil, and maybe they are right. By some crazy miracle I came first in the competition to join the symphonic band. So naturally, I had to practice every night to keep up with the music we were playing in class. After that year, I became better at flute, I eventually moved up to first chair. Because of this experience, my love of concert band and classical music improved. By the way, my flute is currently a black nickel flute which I call Xavier. And I have a practice flute, my first flute, called Stadtler. In addition, I have a piccolo named Will.

2. I love tacos and burritos so much. My friend and I used to go to Chipotle, a taco and burrito place, almost every Sunday after we discovered it. She is one of my best friends, and our birthdays are one day apart. So it does have a special connection to me, but I also love it for the taste. I love it so much that if I could eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be Chipotle's burritos. They are also very nutritional, since they usually have rice, lettuce, meat, cheese, tomatoes, and onions. Too bad they don't have Chipotle here. It's such a shame.

3. I love my friends the most. (except for my family, of course!) Most of them live in Virginia right now, but some of them live in different countries. I really don't have a best friend, since I all like them so much. About 90% of my friends are boys, but that doesn't matter. I usually friend boys, or tomboys, because they are much easier to talk to. Girly girls, in my opinion, take offense at every thing you say. Like for instance, you can be like,

"You're so pretty today!"

And then they're all like,

"Oh, are you saying that I wasn't pretty before? You're so rude!"

I honestly do not get women or girls' logic although I am female, too. Hypocrite.

Not posting pic of friends to ensure their privacy.

4. I LOVE MODEL UN. I've model UN'd for approximately two-and-a-half years or so, and all I have to say about it is that it's absolutely wonderful and amazing. I've been in a lot of competitions for MUN, and one was at Thomas Jefferson high school for science and technology. It was so fun. I was a delegate from Turkey with my friend Manloya, and my friends Erik and Jason were delegates from Austria. Even though we were only freshmen in MUN, we, delegates from Turkey (and delegates from South Korea, too!) passed a resolution while everyone else's got rejected and got voted out. That was a great experience for me. Not only did we get to know more about world affairs, we also saw the delegates from China get dragged out by people with Nerf water guns while we nuked Russia and sold half of China to Google. Yes, it was strange, but it wasn't always fun and games like this.

Model UN was not only a thing where I went to study and gain knowledge, it was the only time where I got to see and talk to some of my friends. Thanks to model UN, I could develop friendships with people I didn't know before, because for the competitions, we had to write the position papers together. Not only that, I got to joke around with my friends in casual MUN on Thursdays. Also, it had qualities that debate didn't have, such as not being radically to one side. Not only that, you had a time limit of "45 sec- 1 min 30 sec" to talk, much, much less than the time limit that the debate puts on you. And many people, up to a hundred, can participate at once.

Also, they gave us snacks in model UN on Thursdays.

Ode to my locker

My Ode to my Hall Locker.

Dear hall locker #446 at James Fenimore Cooper Middle School...

I remember you. I remember all the things you've done for me since seventh grade until I came to Korea. I loved you more than I hated you. You were the most perfect locker a student could ever get.

But you know what I hate?

I hate that we used to see each other almost every day. I didn't pay attention to you even though you held all my stuff while I was off talking to my friends or eating lunch. I shouldn't have overlooked you. I hate that we used to talk everyday, but now you're just some locker that I used to know. Well, technically speaking, you would listen to me talk to the many people around me. You weren't a stalker, and you respected me and kept your distance. You never talked. All you did was to hold my stuff and shyly stay there as I finished school. I did wrong to kick you when you didn't give my stuff quick enough. I should have just turned the combination two more times. I'm sorry for that.

When I came to Korea, I thought a lot about you. I even got a combination lock just to remind me of you every single day I go to school. Most middle schools in Korea doesn't have as good lockers. The lockers at my current school now are short and square, and not very pretty. They are a light brown, like wood, unlike your pretty blue colors painted onto your cool metal surface. The lockers here don't hold much of your stuff, either. My school books barely fit into it. I wonder how you are sometimes. Do you have a new master now? Is he/she kind to you? What kind of backpack do you hold now? Do you think of me sometimes? I will go and find you someday, dear locker. I still remember your combination, but I will not write it here for your own protection.

You were the one that gave me the precious opportunity to get closer to my two friends who had lockers right next to me. Every morning when I went to you, I would naturally see them and get friendlier with those two. I found out that they were- and are- great people all thanks to you. They are hilarious! Thanks to you, I made two more friends, Ginny and Matt. They're probably off to Langley now, and will soon forget about your friends, lockers #445 and #447. But I will never forget you, and always will keep you in my heart to contain all the secrets I have. Five years from now, I will look inside the locker inside my heart to reflect back on what I have done. Maybe it will be only filled with regret, sorrow, and sadness. But I hope that that won't be the case for me. For when I look into the depths of my heart locker, I will try my best to make it be of satisfaction, happiness, and heart-warming nostalgia. 

Liam eats a twinkie part 1

I was spazzing like this when I found it unedited. SO MANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES!

It was a great day, unusual for this time of the year. Kids were spread around the quad, eating, laughing, copying homework, kissing. The air had a lazy quality to it, and no one was prepared for anything big to happen, not at all. Certainly, not anything as big as the arrival of Dominic Astoria. But at that moment, we were grouped up underneath the Oak, sitting at our impromptu thrones, the unproclamied rulers of Wheeler High. I was underneath the flagpole, California's golden fabric glory throwing shadows on my face. Keith had his head in my lap, and we were both studying for Greene’s mid-mid-mid-term exam, which involved casting occasional glances at the calculus book perched in front of us while I knotted his dark brown hair into pigtails. It was the only kind of schoolwork that passed on a day like this.

Xavier was laid out on the bench, talking fast, breaking the tranquility that could have been, but nobody minded. Xavier was a cool guy, whip-smart, vice president of the senior class, as well as an extraordinary saxophone player. Liam was across from him, scribbling down X’s notes from Hartley’s latest physics rant while simultaneously cramming his mouth with Twinkies; silent for the first time in hours. My job was to nod occasionally, provide smart responses whenever X cracked sarcastic anti-feminist slurs, reminding myself not to think about Jack. Wolfe, scowling, was sprawled out under the oak tree, flipping through David Copperfield with one hand, middle finger of the other hand wrapped around the silver neck of a half-empty flask whose contents had remained a mystery for the past two years. He was either oblivious to the lustful stares he got from the girls or he was pretending to be.

Sitting at the center of the Wheeler world, we were a mismatched set of creatures. We didn't belong together, but we were, anyway. More so, I did not belong with them. This, which I was more than well aware of, by the way people looked over at us and gave us hopeful smiles, waved, called out to us, giving us a set parameter of space.This was the way life ticked for me, and I was happy, more than I was last year. I took a second to tune in to X’s latest rant:

“Alright, so Noel tells me that the Montague’s kids were over at the fields, and they were- what, keying the cars? You know how long I had the ol’ Bentley in that space? They knew, I swear. They wanted me to have the screwed-up car; fenders didn't even turn right, deal with the insurance guys, and I’ll be getting them back, I know, I have this great idea; did you know when you mix mercury with a bit of table salt-”

His speech was cut off by Felix’s swaggering, heavy-lidded routine arrival; this time with a girl, a cutesy redhead, most likely a sophomore, striding next to him. This wasn't an unusual feat; girls were drawn to Felix like flies to carrion, for one of two reasons: they appreciated his humor, his general sweetness, or they needed some feasible chance of getting to know Wolfe.

Characters and Story: ⓒEunice Jeong and Salathiel Devin Kim

Thanks for reading ♥

7/27 Lunch review

Rating: 10/10

I loved this lunch out of all lunches I had so far here. Normally I never eat meat, but the meatballs were really good today. They looked good, and tasted good too. The spicy rice stick was okay, but they could've added a bit vinegar, or a bit of ketchup for the improvement of the taste. It was simple and tasty, just right for my taste. It didn't leave a taste in my mouth afterwards. I liked it a lot.

Find the lie~

I'm going to post two truths and one lie about myself... Try to find the lie!

1. Not many people have more friend of their opposite gender, but I am an exception. Nearly 90% of my friends are guys. Most of my friends live in Virginia, but we chill sometimes over Facebook, Skype, Oovoo, and Facetime. Some of my friends are from Poland, Germany, Lithuania, Georgia, Vietnam, Russia, China, Japan, India, Italy, and from Lichtenstein, the smallest (official) country in the world.... I think..

2. Last year, when I was in Virginia, I was hanging out with my friends, watching a scary movie when suddenly the TV turned off. We all screamed like little girls when the ground started shaking. It was really sort of scary because vases were rattling and that sort of stuff. Afterwards my friends and I laughed it off.

3. When I was in elementary school, I was second chair flute for all-district band. When I went to middle school, I joined the symphonic band and auditioned for the all-county band. Surprisingly, I got accepted, along with Paul Dell (Flute) Anthony Panetta (Tuba) and Krystof Petras (Trombone). For the concert, I remember playing a piece called "The Lords of Greenwich" where I got to play a piccolo.

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