Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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.

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Sunday, July 29, 2012

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. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Liam eats a twinkie part 1


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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
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Friday, July 27, 2012

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.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

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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